Western Officer

The Republican territory in the western part is filled with fog lately. Maybe because the humidity around the Curse Lake close to Death Valley shows signs of mysterious monster activity, making the area around it covered by thick fog almost every night.

A big city in the Republic, with a row of a sturdy wall that protects settlements and magnificent government buildings that are functioned for military needs, make the city at a glance strong enough to be able to withstand all forms of military attacks from other countries.

It's just that the officer who became a commander in the city, seemed to have different thoughts.

Someone puts a hand on the table then holds a parchment. A beautiful girl with red hair in a military uniform complete with silver and gold badge, was sitting in a work chair while putting on an expression of stomach pain due to the report she saw.

His eyebrows twitched then his lips turned red. The fingers holding the parchment as if to tear it at any time. But if the girl does that, bad things are likely to happen.

The job report that the girl should have handled, felt very heavy even when she saw it.

Trying to relax by leaning his back to the chair then exhaling slowly.

Carmila Sera Roschile, that's the name of the beautiful girl.

Bad reports always come to his desk at any time. There is no good news about the report besides being enhanced holidays, but for a nationalist like Carmila, holidays only mean that managing personnel in the Republican military can be said to be in confusion. It was very clearly visible.

Carmila then saw a nearby military officer and said.

"Captain Harold Rounder. "

"Yes, Comander. "

"The military budget that we get is far from the minimum standard needed. What are the Elder do? Why don't they ask for a military budget to be raised? "

Harold was silent.

Carmila then continued after putting the parchment on a table full of documents. The expression did not change, the girl still looked upset.

"This is very stupid. My people even have to use swords, shields, bows, armor and wands of rusty wands of magic. Republican army will not be able to withstand attacks if the Elf countries or the devil state trying to attack. Why are people in government unaware of that? "

For Carmila, the harsh reality of her troops not having proper weaponry was enough to be called a military disaster even before going to war.

Train soldiers, modernize weapons, then study war strategies. All of that can really be done if the appropriate weapons are in the hands of the soldiers who use them.

If it was just a sword made of wood, the soldiers wouldn't be used to wielding metal weapons. Basic training has clear boundaries, and training in the use of real weapons is something that should be done for its true qualities.

However, what happened now? Everything is below minimum standards.

As the commander of the Republican army on duty at the border, in the city of Lunaria in the west, Carmila must ensure that the quality of her troops does not decline, both in terms of morale and ability.

"Damn it! With the politics that the generals often said were full of wrinkles, if they realized the current military situation of the Republic, they should have taken action. Until when do I have to wait for weaponry modernization like they always say?"

The pretty face of a girl who looked like royalty at first glance, normally wouldn't show a face full of anger like having no self-restraint and such.

If one thought that the girl named Carmila would definitely look very elegant if she controlled her emotions, they would definitely see the dignified noblewomen from the fairyland with honor above their heads. It was the usual Carmila.

But as a normal girl, the stress level exceeded the limit was impossible to maintain the calm face that she always put on in normal situations.

Carmila, practically doesn't hold back her emotions at all for now.

The girl then got up from the work chair with a strong expression that she was trying to hide.

"Harold!!"

"I understand that, Comander. We have tried very hard to solve the troublesome logistical problems. The bandits— I mean the mysterious group of black hoods who always destroy the weapons convoys, worsening our current situation. "

Bad budget problems and rusty guns. If that wasn't bad enough, then the robbers who destroyed the limited logistics lines would complement it all until an officer of the Republic, however calm, felt that the pillars of the military seemed to be crumbling right before their eyes.

Obviously, these things were bad news that they couldn't deny.

"Demons, Harold. I'm sure the ones attacking our little logistics like corn kernels must be the demons. Ahhh... The matter of the limited budget and the logistics of bringing in low quality weapons that didn't reach this place for months, everything looks so bad it makes me sick. "

"If we send another expeditionary unit to search for them, perhaps we can get better results. "

"No, how many of our comrades have we lost to deal with those mysterious hooded bastards? Even when I asked the central department to send a large army under the excuse of a shortage of personnel in order to guarantee the security of Logistics, the generals always cited cost as the main reason for rejecting my proposal."

Carmila doesn't know why the bandits have been eyeing her troop's logistics lines for so long, moreover the bandits are strong enough to be able to destroy hundreds of well-trained Republican soldiers.

Small expeditionary units have been sent by Carmila periodically, and all are always lost without a word. They were definitely no ordinary bandits, so the suspicion that they were a group of Demons would make sense.

Without definitive proof, Carmila doesn't have enough strength to convince her superiors. If the military is serious, no, Carmila has to convince the central department to take this logistical issue seriously.

Something like a threat from the demons, wasn't something that could be casually said. It could be considered as a direct confrontation by the demons. But Carmila knew she had to say it.

When Carmila thought about it all. someone knocked on the wooden door trying to get Carmila's attention.

"Who is that? "

Someone behind the door then answered without opening it.

"Commander, the envoy from the capital requested to see you."

Finally the old man came. He must have received a letter from Carmila's report and decided to check it in person.

"Okay, let him in. "

After receiving approval. A loud sound from the wooden door had made Carmila's expression change. It was certainly an expression that didn't come from a bad mood, but for the sake of formality it had to be done.

Carmila then sat back down on the chair as she started to say hello.

"Colonel Fred Paulus. Nice to meet you in this small town. I, Major Carmila Sera Rosechile of First Order West Group, stand ready to take orders from the central department. "

To try to improve her appearance in front of her superiors, Carmila then rolled the parchment around it and stacked it all so that it looked neat. In this way, Carmila seems to give the impression that a competent civil servant is far more promising than the others.

After slightly smiling sweetly, The person in front of Carmila now then sat down on the chair. Their eyes met and Carmila flashed a smile full of ulterior motives.

Colonel Fred Then opened his mouth.

"I'm interested in your report on the potential presence of Demons in the Republic. It certainly isn't good news if our superiors hear this news when they are busy with political matters."

Looks like the fish have eaten the bait. Carmila felt that she had to decide whether she should withdraw the hook or let the fish play with the ripples in the water. Which should she try?

"Sorry Colonel, about Logistics, I wanted to hear about that before getting to the main topic."