433

Episode 433: I have no choice but to threaten like last time. (3)

Dark took Giselle's letter, transformed into a crow, and disappeared somewhere.

Jiselle immediately gave instructions to her entourage.

"It is too late for the Northern Army to move together now. So, let's just select the Fenris Mobile Force and go to the Northern Fortress."

The Northern Army was currently at the westernmost point. They had cleared out the central region and moved straight to the west. The eastern region was temporarily held back by the royal army and lords.

To reach the Kaipillar Fortress, one had to cross the western frontier, and the northern army was slow, consisting mostly of infantry. Only a mobile force with excellent cavalry skills could arrive in time.

Gillian asked with a worried look in her eyes.

"It's a crack that has expanded without anyone knowing. It has grown so large that it has taken over the entire northern land. The number of crack people will increase significantly."

"Yeah, I guess so. Maybe that's about it… … ."

Jiselle tilted her head slightly and continued speaking.

"Wouldn't it be around 500 thousand?"

"… … ."

People's expressions hardened.

The strength of each individual Crackers is far beyond that of ordinary soldiers. If there were 500,000 of them, it would be truly terrifying.

But Jiselle said with an indifferent expression.

"Don't worry. There are a lot of them, but this time we'll fight from the fortress. They're just guys who charge in without thinking. If we have enough time, we can catch them all."

In fact, Equidema is the biggest problem, the Crackers can be wiped out by Fenris' overwhelming firepower.

The only problem was how long it would take. If it had ended with just dealing with the cracks, no one would have worried this much. After all, they were the specialists in dealing with cracks.

Gillian looked worried.

"How about having the Mobile Force go first to block them and then have the Northern Force join them? The barbarians won't stay still while we defend the fort."

"Yeah, since they joined hands with the Salvation Church, they could have created a rift. They probably brought all the tribes together."

The barbarians will also bet everything on this battle, so they will bring tens of thousands of warriors.

Jiselle hesitated for a moment and then shook her head.

"No matter how much I think about it, the timing is wrong. By the time the Northern Army arrives, we will either be annihilated or have won."

"Even if it's difficult to join forces to deal with the rift, we can deal with the barbarians that are sweeping across the north. Fenris's forces alone are not enough to deal with both sides."

To deal with the 500,000 Crackers, not only the Mobile Force but also the 10,000 Fenris forces remaining in the territory must join the fortress.

Even if the Fenris army were to be stationed in the territory, it would only be 10,000 strong. With that number, it would be difficult to deal with the barbarians. At best, it would be all they could do to protect Fenris.

In the meantime, it was obvious that the barbarians would pillage and occupy other empty territories.

All the troops from the North have already been brought here. The royal army trusted the northern army and went to the front lines in the South and East.

Ultimately, this means that we must stop the barbarian army at the northern entrance.

But at the moment, there were very few troops available.

Jiselle answered with a snicker.

"They also tried to shake us up. But it's okay. The barbarian will be blocked by someone else. In the meantime, we can quickly deal with the crack."

"Huh? Who the hell… …?"

Gillian looked puzzled, then remembered someone.

"no way...."

"Yeah, I guess not."

"Are you sure you can do it? There's no need for him to take the risk. I heard he's definitely not that type of person… … ."

"That's why I'll do it. I hate losing so much that I'm dying."

Giselle could guarantee that if he didn't help him here and now, his own ambitions would be put on hold, so even if it meant crying and eating mustard, he would do as Giselle said.

"Anyway, there's no point in the Northern Army going back. In that case, it's better to do what you can, Tennant."

"yes."

"The Fenris Army will go to support the northern fortress. In the meantime, lead the northern army and hold back the rift. Can you do it?"

"All right."

Tennant had already stopped the rift on behalf of Jiselle. Dealing with Equidema would be difficult, but stopping the expansion of the rift people would be no problem.

At that moment, a messenger sent by Claude arrived.

"All remaining Fenris forces and weapons have been moved to the northern fortress. This is a letter from the General."

[If we get invaded here, we'll all die. We have no troops left. We have to deal with the rift as quickly as possible and stop the barbarians. I packed my bags to run away, but Wendy... ]

It was a letter full of jokes. Jiselle snickered when she saw it.

"You've already prepared everything before I even said anything."

As soon as Claude heard the news, he immediately sent troops to the northern fortress. This means that he had predicted how Giselle would move.

No matter what, he is still a guy with outstanding abilities.

Jiselle shouted as she climbed onto the Black King.

"Perdium is in danger! Everyone must run at full speed!"

The mobile force, having already heard the news, did not hesitate to march at incredible speed.

Because we know that if Perdium is breached, Fenris will be next.

Besides, there were quite a few people from Ferdium in the Mobile Force. They absolutely did not want their homeland to be trampled.

So, Jiselle and the mobile force left for the northern fortress.

Rosalind sighed at Giselle, who had left without even being able to say goodbye properly in such an urgent situation.

"Oh, cheer up."

Is there anyone in this kingdom busier than Giselle? Probably not. Because without him, we can't get through this war anymore.

So this time she couldn't get properly angry.

Just like before… … .

I could only watch the back of Jiselle as she left.

* * *

Amelia sat in her chair, chewing her lips.

It is said that the crack that suddenly appeared was close enough to engulf the northern fortress. At the same time, I heard that the barbarian army was also moving.

The picture that appeared in my head immediately appeared as to what had happened.

"That was Raoul's trick."

Since they joined hands with the Salvation Church, it was clear that they used that to incite the savages.

The problem was that the timing was exquisite.

"If we leave the cracks alone, they will grow to be too big to handle."

There is the option of abandoning the northern fortress and retreating, but it is the same as having to fight the barbarians.

While they were stopping them, the rift would grow bigger and there would be more enemies to fight. It was obvious that even Ferdium would enter the rift's territory.

This was a method that Giselle and Zwalter, who extremely disliked seeing the people of the territory suffer, would want to avoid as much as possible.

Of course, if the situation is not good, you have to do that. That is the only way to minimize the damage.

But the best way right now is… … .

"I guess I'm the one moving."

If you can block the savages while Giselle blocks the rift, you'll get the best results.

The problem is I don't want to do that.

"… … Who would like it?"

I don't want to help Jiselle. She's the one who will eventually have to be taken down. That was my honest feeling.

My heart was like that, but there was still a reason for my worries.

"He hasn't joined the Duke's family yet."

The more damage Fenris suffered, the better it was for the Duke. And the Duke still had his forces intact.

In order for Amelia to eventually overthrow the Duke, Giselle and the Duke must somehow come to blows and suffer great losses.

The Prince's faction alone could never reduce the power of the Duke's family. This was possible only with the Northern Army and Jisel.

The Northern Army's momentum must not be weakened here and now. That's why Amelia was even considering handing over the North and moving her base to the East.

"Phew… … ."

Amelia touched her forehead again. If she left this situation alone, she would end up doing as Raoul intended.

That in itself was a blow to his pride, but as Fenris's damage increased, the duke he had to deal with would become stronger, so he couldn't just leave it alone.

However, he is also quite reluctant to help Fenris by wasting his own troops.

"Tch, things are really messed up."

I don't really care about the barbarians sweeping across the North. I can stop them, and I can even move my base.

But the duke's family cannot remain intact. She knows the duke's power well.

Fenris must confront the Duke at his best.

While Amelia was pondering whether or not to help Fenris, a crow suddenly entered the hall.

Pfft!

The crow that was rushing towards Amelia was caught by Bernap's hand.

"Keeek! Let go! You rude bastard! Do you know who this body is and dare to grab it without permission?"

"what?"

When Dark started talking nonsense, Bernap looked at him with a puzzled expression. A talking crow? This is the first time in my life that I have seen anything like it.

"Huh? Could this be…?"

After Rodrik's army invaded the north, a great rumor began to spread throughout Fenris. It was that Giselle was using spirits.

Since many soldiers saw Dark transformed into a crow, it was impossible for rumors not to spread.

"Are you the spirit that the rumoured… Count Fenris controls?"

"Yes! Can you not release me, the Spirit King, right now! If you don't release me, I will curse you!"

"Why are there so many kings in that territory? They're all so shameless and strange. And they can even place curses? Is that true?"

Dark growled as Bernap asked innocently.

"Yes! My power will devour your soul, and all the peoples of heaven will fall on you and tear you to pieces, and the peoples of the earth will seize you and throw you into the fiery furnace… ."

Before Dark could finish his curse, a cold voice cut him off.

"He's a noisy guy. Bring him closer."

At Amelia's words, Bernap approached while holding Dark.

Dark's eyes lit up when he saw Amelia.

"Are you Amelia? I have come to deliver a letter from the Earl of Fenris!"

Amelia answered with a calm expression.

"He is such an arrogant guy, just like his master."

"I am a great being! Accept the will of Earl Fenris immediately!"

"I refuse."

"what?"

"Looking at your behavior, I guess you're going to get on my nerves anyway. That's just the kind of guy he is."

"Uh… … That's true, but… … ."

"No matter what you say, I will reject it, so get out. I have no intention of listening to the words of a brat who is acting insolently in front of me. Tell that to Giselle."

"Huh?"

Dark rolled his eyes. Up until now, he had only gone to people who were struggling with Giselle, so he had always been treated with respect(?).

This was my first time receiving this kind of reaction, so I was taken aback.

"I… … have to deliver a letter? Eight! Just take it!"

Anyway, all that was left to do was to convey it. However, Bastet, who was in Amelia's arms, was moving faster.

Meow!

Bastet quickly climbed onto Bernap's arm, then threw a cat-like punch straight at Dark's face.

puck!

"Huh! What the heck! This little thing!"

Dark shouted in surprise, but Bastet did not stop.

Papapapapapapak!

A cat-punch came flying at an incredibly fast speed. Dark was hit so hard that he couldn't even come to his senses.

"Hey, stop! Hey! Let me talk! Write a letter! You fucking kitten!"

Meow!

Dark screamed as he was hit by Bastet. It was the first time he had been treated like this since meeting Giselle.

Sharing consciousness is the assimilation of the senses, because only then can we see and move.

The pain wasn't that bad, but it hit so fast that I couldn't come to my senses.

"Hey, wait! Earl of Fenris! Ugh! So you're leading the troops! Ugh!"

I had no time to speak, no matter how hard I tried. Bastet kept hitting me, so I just kept turning my head away.

It felt like the pain was subtly accumulating.

Meow!

Papapapapapak!

Dark thought as he was hit.

'These insolent things! But what if he blames me and doesn't move?'

Dark also knew that the situation was serious. Rather, he lived in Giselle's consciousness, so he could say that he knew better than anyone else.

His role is to deliver the letter and get Amelia to take action. If he wants to convey the contents of the letter, he can do so verbally.

But what if Amelia refuses? And what if it turns out she's being presumptuous?

Giselle will definitely not leave him alone.

Dark felt a chill at that thought.

'Oh, no! Amelia has to stop the savages!'

Everyone listened to him so well that he didn't know anything about the world. Now he realizes that not everyone is Jiselle's subordinate.

As they say, going out of the house is hard work.

Dark opened his mouth with difficulty as he was hit by Bastet.

"Oh, Count! Ugh! Listen to me! Ugh! Just a moment! Ugh! Listen! Please!"

For the second time since he was born, Dark's speech became more polite. It was the moment when the cocky spirit learned manners.

Meow!

Puppupupupup!

"Ugh! Stop the violence!"

"Stop it, Bastet."

At Amelia's words, Bastet stopped her meowing punches. Dark lowered his head with a look of humiliation.

'Ugh... ... We'll see. Damn cat. I'll put a curse on you.'

Amelia wiggled her finger at Dark, who had learned manners.

"Where is the letter?"

"Yes, here… … . Remember."

A letter popped out of Dark's gaping mouth. It wasn't difficult to keep it inside, since his body was made of mana.

"… … ."

Bernap picked it up with his fingertips and handed it to Amelia after a quick turn.

As Amelia frowned, Dark hurriedly made an excuse.

"This guy is holding me back!"

To keep his correspondence safe, Dark always carried it inside his body.

But since Bernap was holding on, the only places he could get out were his mouth and his butt. But that didn't mean he didn't have enough sense to pull it out through his butt.

If I had pulled it towards my butt, I would have been kicked out right away, no matter what.

Amelia took the letter and looked at it with a look of contempt on her face.

And as she opened the letter, her face hardened coldly.

"This guy… … ."

As expected, the letter was full of threats.