Sacred Chevalier

Smoke up, horseback riding runs through the wilderness. Every horse was bigger than a normal horse, and the men riding it had a resilient body. But leading the men was a woman so beautiful that she fell in love with her golden hair in the wind. She is a beautiful woman with crisp, brilliant eyebrows, a neat high nose and thin red lips, and white skin like snow.

"Humph... I didn't expect this kind of opportunity"

I see the men who got off the horse. It was one of the Gulans that dominated the southern part of Ursu Taiji. Camilla Slansky, chief of the Lucian tribe, slightly distorted her shapely lips and slowed down the horse.

"Oh, Sinan, are you sure you're okay? Betrayed and stormed, you're wiped out, aren't you?

"I'm fine. As far as I can tell, Camilla, the chief, is the one who sees ahead. You just killed us here, and I understand it's for nothing. So put your chest up."

That's what they said, and Guran stretched his spine.

(Me, he was the head of about twenty cocky bandits, huh? Is that war against the kingdom now? Not very much, but not the kind of mon I can carry...)

Guran pulls his jaw and behaves like a big man, leaking his stupidity inside. Eventually, at a distance of about twenty meters, a mixed horse riding squad of twenty men and women stopped. The bandits make a scene at the beautiful women walking down the horse.

"Be quiet, Temehe et al! It's Guran doing his head. You took the time to come and thank me. I don't even know how to be polite, including me. Ex-beachers. Please don't be rude."

"It's Camilla Slansky, who binds the Lucian tribe. I rode him in the man's mouth truck there. Is it true that at dawn when this is done, you will join us?

"Oh... we're nothing but bandits. Ruling a settlement or starting a country, that doesn't suit you sexually. I'll let you work for me."

That's what Guran said, kneeling. Ilham Sinan learns from it too. The bandits behind them also kneel in imitation of each other's appearances. For a few moments, looking down at it, Camilla ordered Güran to stand.

"I haven't beaten the kingdom yet. If you're a leader, don't bow your head easily. But I received my readiness. The Lucians keep their promises. With you, let's fight the kingdom. The question is, how do we fight..."

"I have a plan for that. I have a desk and chair here. There are also light meals and booze. I want you to act together."

Camilla nodded, followed by Sinan.

"The first thing I want to share is the purpose of this battle. After this battle, Ursu Taiwan will be under the control of the Lucian tribe, creating a third force following the kingdom, the empire. To do this, we first need munitions from the Empire. Ask them to send labor such as weapons, horses, food, and sinners. Either way, irrigation of the Ursus plateau will also be carried out, but for the moment I will have them working to stop the Royal Army"

"Do you use sinners as soldiers? There's no way such a soldier could work."

Sinan nodded to Camilla's opinion as well. We cannot incorporate untrained men into our soldiers.

"My idea of the operation is to trap this vast Ursus platform itself. This plateau is desolate and has limited access to drinking water. So we set a trap in the southern well water"

"Poison?

"No, it's like poison, but it's worse. That trap creates the most troublesome presence in battle"

I narrowed my red eyes and creeped.

After the "ritual of the number", they were gathered in the corner of the king's capital.

"We know each other's names, but this is the first time we've gathered together. Let me name you again. This is William Roeglaire, Marquis of the Kingdom."

"I'm Raul Wolfert, Knights of the Kingdom swordsmanship master."

"I'm Robert Grupp, head of the Gulp Chamber of Commerce. Next door is my wife, Ritalia."

"This is Bergarard Faranx, general of the Northern Army of the Kingdom. Nhoo... When you get together like this, you're the face of the middle"

Four men and a woman attached to the round table. All are, within the kingdom, well-known aristocrats, famous houses. Officially, however, the Roglaia family has the highest status. Its principal became the moderator, putting the agenda on first.

"This is how I got you together today to discuss one hero (Chevalier). As we all know, he's a civilian. In other words, there is no" surname ". He must be given the proper surname in order to become officially an honorary nobleman."

The other four snort. Do you want me to inherit the name of any of the four houses, or do you want me to give you a knight title as a jury, or another proposal? Each had an idea. First, Faranx opened his mouth.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to give him the name of Faranx first. You're going to work in the North anyway. I don't have a son, and his family name is mild because he's downgraded to honorable nobility. With the name of Faranx, it will be easy to command."

"This is something different..."

Raul Volfalt pinned his mouth to the opinion.

"Kite is a hero (Chevalier), even though he is treated like a general. That is, one warrior, not a general. So it is the name of our Wolfalt family who will continue to walk the martial arts path for generations that deserves to be foiled on him?

"Um, you both seem to be making a little mistake? Hih."

Sasha's mother, Ritalia Grupp, raised her fearful hand. He receives the gaze of two samurai, flaunting his shoulders, but that is the great merchant. I don't imitate it like it goes down there.

"That's right. Whether you are a general or a hero (Chevalier), the most important thing is supply, or money (why). If you have the name of a gurp, it works when you have to. Honor matters, too, but I think a more practical name would be better, wouldn't it? Nihih."

The opinions of each of the three come out, but in the end it is a claim to "let one inherit one's family name". Each has a point, but no matter, that's not all. If we let Kate inherit her family name, the other three will follow her without a leak. It was a natural claim, if the Lord wished the prosperity of his house.

"Sir Roglaia, what do you think?

Raul shakes the subject. William grinned bitterly from the thought of jealousy and uttered three unexpected words.

"I do not give him the name of Roglia, nor do I give him the Viscount to welcome him to the door. My daughter Elfina thinks she's been descended to Kate."

"Hmm. This is unexpected. I thought it was up to the subordinate Viscount, after all?

After sending his gaze to Phalanx, who laughed funny, William extended his findings.

"Due to the upheaval in Parkshire earlier, Kite is just getting noticed. On top of this, if he were given the family name of a well-known house within the kingdom, he would be caught up in politics. That's awkward, considering what he's after. So I think it's a good family name to help him organize his heroes."

"No, then I knew" Grup "was..."

"Oh, no..."

Containing Ritalia with one hand, William gave the name of another. The other four looked at each other, and thought.

"Is this your wisdom?

The Duke of Fairchild homeowner, Elquille Fairchild, gave the expression that she had no choice but to be his daughter. My beloved daughter, Flora Fairchild, drinks tea with a flat expression.

"The environment surrounding him is more politically dangerous than he thinks. To get out of this situation, you have to show that you have no political ambition and live as one hero (Chevalier). With this family name, at least you won't think you're ambitious."

"... a few things seem like bruises. But surely, is it better than the name of Roglia or Faranx? Nevertheless, we were well convinced."

"Not far away anyway, he will take over another alias, the Legend. That's just a little, faster. If I told you so, you would have accidentally admitted to clamming. Both of you must have guided him."

"" Kate Wackenheim "? The family name of a hero (Chevalier) is allowed to inherit only when the child or adopted child is also a hero (Chevalier). Wasn't this an arrangement that almost nobody knew about?

"I checked the Orthodox and Kingdom codes, which I slept in the library of the College. The Justice Department was also surprised, but they said it was not legally a problem. But I also used a little under my sleeve..."

"Well, would it be nice if we had that much in return? Artillery (canons) are beginning to be deployed in the military harbour of Roda. The Empire's here, too. They're starting to move. It'll be a showdown soon."

"Meanwhile, they're also considering trooping to the Northeast, right? I hope this doesn't make it fatal for the kingdom..."

"The Javalists are breathing. Are you still opposed to marching to Ursu Taipei?

"Naturally. Something that doesn't make sense. If you give up a hundred steps and the Marquis LeBlanc will do it in private, then you will also understand by hatred. But other houses, and waking up the army at this time, are out of the question. If you do it badly, the kingdom can be irrevocably wounded."

"But Sir Javar is serious. His Majesty is also moved by his heart. The Fairchild family can't be stronger than it is about land. Perhaps a crusader will be organized during July"

In the unlikely event, the wounds of the Fairchilds must be minimal. To that end, defeat in the coming naval battle is unacceptable. With that in mind, Elquille sighed.

"So, what do you think about your troop deployment to Ursu Taiwan? Lord Wackenheim (...)?

"Doctor, please call me kite as always and throw it away. It itches."

At Sir Stefan Lansberg's house in the "Forest of the Number", Lilia asked me half the questions, and Kate rubbed her arms. When I found out, all the meals were in order and I couldn't refuse them. Damn, I just have to take my hat off that woman's politics. While feeling a little bitter inside, Kate accepted the Wackenheim surname.

"Well, if you think about it normally, crusaders are stupid things to do."

"You're still spicy, Kate... why don't you apprentice your stepfather for a little while?

Stefan, the master of the house, smiled bitterly at the word "fool", which was said in a slightly stronger tone. Sometimes the second seat, I wouldn't say as much as the mansion, but I got a spacious house. Kate and Stefan, and Lilia, the Dean of the Academy, are drinking tea in that living room. The guys are out shopping in the downtown area of Wangdu.

"But all I can say is yes. By and large, what kind of name do you raise an army? Vengeance? Where the head of the other house is dead, most of the people have nothing to do with it. If I were a soldier, I'd think so. He said he conscripts when he's busy mowing shit. Do you even think about falling off on the way..."

"Right. I think so, too. But the Javalists are highly aristocratic and cohesive. He says the Duke of Javar is generous towards the nobles who subordinate to him, and that seems to be what makes him feel comfortable. There's no reason to ignore it."

"Right. There should also be pressure on the Minister of Military Affairs to move the central army. With the Javalist private and central armies, a crusade will be formed. At least tens of thousands of troops."

"That's what I'm worried about. At this time of year, the very system of the kingdom can be shaken in the unlikely event of unnecessary troop movements and defeat. If you're bad, you'll go to civil unrest."

"But the bandits, right? Is it possible that 10,000 soldiers will lose?

"Stefan, what worries me is about the experience of the Royal Army. The kingdom has never fought an offensive battle in the last two hundred years. Even on the Kabachi Plains, it was always a defensive battle against aggression from the Empire. But this time, it's a battle to attack an unknown land outside the country. The quality is not the same as before. And most importantly, the enemy has Ilham Sinan"

"You're the bandit warrior that Kate fought for? As far as the report goes, you seem like a pretty good cutter. Instead of commanding on one battlefield, he moves in such a way that it annuls the war itself. If you're caught off guard with a bandit crusade, you're the one who's gonna be unconscious."

"If Kate had led the Crusaders, do you think he could win?

Kate laughed bitterly and shook her head at Stephan's words.

"I understand your feelings, but it's a pointless question. If I were you, I wouldn't wake up a crusader in the first place. But still, if I were to command the Crusaders..."

(A few elite armies. About 10,000 is just the right size. And thoroughly replenish and gather information. If it becomes a vast unknown land, there is a good chance of guerrilla warfare. Maintaining manoeuvre, while maintaining a supply line with rear Parkshire prefecture…)

"No, wait..."

Kate shrugged small. Ignore their gaze and sink into the sea of thought.

(In the first place, how can you replenish from Parkshire? He was vandalized by the Bandits and said this year's pruning was hopeless. It will be further replenished from the rear. For that matter, the supply line will be longer, and you'll be more likely to be raided along the way. No. If we don't make Parkshire a solid rebuild base in the first place, we'll lose supply sooner or later)

"... I can't. It doesn't matter if I lead the Crusaders. As it is, the expedition will no doubt fail"

She blued her complexion a little, and Kate shrugged.

In one room of the Ministry of Military Affairs, two indispensable figures of the Kingdom's defense were discussing it.

"Nfu... you seem to be having a lot of trouble too. Have you lost a little weight?

"No, no, well, I haven't had an appetite lately. I only ate four white breads and three eggs this morning."

To the answer of the plentiful, fat, short-legged man in front of him, the Northern Township Admiral, Bergarard Farranks, could only smile bitterly. If I had such a soft nerve, I couldn't have served as Minister of Military Affairs for more than a decade. Minister of Military Affairs Zumana Rugendle slapped her protruding belly and was cheeky with sweet baked sweets.

"So can't the bloody idiots be stopped?

"You can't. There is also a limit to the power of Non. At your meeting in three days' time, the Ursus Expedition will be scheduled with Sir LeBlanc's date of national funeral. Neither the Fairchilds nor the Neutralists can speak out pronounced and dissenting. Sir Leblanc's hatred stands for a reason."

"When that happens, what is the size of the Expeditionary Army?

"Fifteen thousand central armies in Wangdu, forty thousand private armies made up of Javar factions, engineers and supply units to build bases, etc. will be combined into sixty-three thousand large armies. General Damien Javar of the Duke of Javar and the Knights of the Kingdom are supposed to lead the Central Army."

Asked about the composition, Faranx warped a single eyebrow and asked the Minister of Military Affairs as he stroked his red jawbeard.

"So, does the minister think he can win?

Lujandle threw a bunch of paper at the desk and whined to throw it away.

"We lose when we raise soldiers. Even though Parkshire has still to rebuild, it just seems like an expedition out of the country and other insane shakedowns during this pruning period. Besides, Ursu, the plateau is a wilderness, right? What's in it for you if you get it? And most importantly, they're troublesome."

The paper thrown at the desk was an official report from the Marquis Roglia family. In the accompanying form, the findings of Kite are also written. In short, it was written that "Ursus platform control is not easy".

"I also get reports from my men. It's called a guy named Guran, it's called a staff officer named Sinan, and you have people on the perimeter, too. As much as I'd like to join our army."

"Say something swallowing. Try to be the one to prepare. Keep it up and you'll lose weight."

Lugiandre, who seemed to be as tall and around his belly, reached for baked sweets as he complained.

The earth was burning. The flames of the Red Lotus persist to the end of the earth. The snort cried red cloudy weather and countless people fell. Grass trees wither, water is poisoned, all I hear is screams and groans. It was a sight that made me want to close my eyes and block my ears.

"Huh..."

Sasha, who jumped, was breathing on her shoulders. Shizuku of sweat falls from his forehead. I've had all sorts of dreams so far, but I've never dreamed this bad before. But I don't understand what dreams mean. Is it metaphorically something? Or will that sight happen in reality? In Sasha, one hunch was sprouting. The meaning of that dream was understood by intuition.

"The country... dies..."

After a small grunt, I worried if I should tell the story at my turn.

On July 3, 488, the Ursu Taiji Expedition decided at your previous meeting. The central army progression is July 15. On August 4th, he joins the Javalist noble army in Parkshire Prefecture, becoming a coalition and invading Ursus Taiwan. The General is Duke of Augusto Javar and the Deputy General is Marquis Gaspar Danton. General Damien Javar, a man of honor, also leads the Central Army as deputy general. It was a large army with a total of 63,400 troops mobilized.

How does this expedition affect the history of the kingdom? Few of them were foreseen at this time.