358 – Name of the Sky – 3
There was such an anecdote among the anecdotes in the world of possession. He tells the story of a certain master who tried to recruit a new master from the outside because his master was not trustworthy. It is said that the scribe found a lord who fit his ideal and dedicated the map to the new lord. It is unclear whether this is an affair or a night affair, but there was such an anecdote.
Anyway, what is the lesson from this anecdote? The importance of maps? In a turbulent world, it is also necessary to have the courage to change lords?
That’s right, but it’s not. The real lesson is different.
“Here, here, and lastly, the tribes that inhabit this place are forced to move by the forces of the villain.”
“Indeed, I see.”
The lesson is that if you are going to sell right away, you have to sell it hot to become a public trust. If you join at the end, you are at the bottom, but if you join first with both hands heavy, you will be treated. And if you attract others as well, your rating goes up.
Chief of the Kaitana tribe— No, Count Kaitana is carrying out a multi-level business with the northern background.
‘He’s the one to be.’
Looking at Count Kaitana like that, I inadvertently thought of that. This man is a man who can be seen no matter what. He is a nobleman who would have somehow survived even if the emperor had chosen extermination rather than subjugation, and even if the kagan had won in the last war, he would have somehow established his position.
It’s a headache, but it’s also a comfortable type if the conditions are right. If this person’s rights and safety are not guaranteed, he will take all kinds of goods and run away, but if he can satisfy his desires on the contrary, he becomes a more loyal and wiser helper than anyone else. You will try to protect your employer in order to fulfill that desire for the rest of your life.
‘Is it good?’
The head of a tribe that can mobilize 3,000 troops as a single force, the chieftain who bowed down to the empire before anyone else. He had assumed that he was quite resourceful, but this was more than he thought.
Anyway, the person closest to the thirteenth marquess seems to be Count Kaitana. Although Kaitana is the only tribe I have contacted yet, it is unlikely that anyone will surpass this human.
Besides, isn’t it a bit sad to live in a world where there are many people like this in one era? It’s not even a minion battle.
‘It’s fortunate that he’s our pawn.’
If I had been someone else’s pawn, I’d have grabbed your back.
“By the way, if you’re not rude, there’s something I’d like to ask Count Wirydia.”
“Ah, yes. Feel free to speak up.”
In the midst of explaining while pointing at the map, Count Kaitana opened his mouth with a serious expression.
“I heard that the count of the Empire is such an honored position that its vassals are also nobles.”
As soon as I heard that, I could intuit what Count Kaitana was curious about.
“Yes, that’s right. Normally, a count bestows titles on vassals who are likely to serve him faithfully, and finally, His Majesty approves.”
So when I gave him the answer he wanted, Count Kaitana rolled his eyes busily.
And after a while, he almost laughed at the words that came out.
“Even if it’s not my tribe, it’s okay as long as there’s mutual agreement.”
“…That’s right.”
Looking at Count Kaitana with a satisfied expression, I now felt a sense of wonder.
He asked about the method of conferring titles, and was even told that he didn’t have to belong to his tribe. This means that wanderers who wander on a clan or clan scale under other tribes can be included in Count Kaitana’s forces, even if they are not part of the Kaitana clan.
‘You think that much as soon as you hear about the title?’
Are there any permanent residents among your ancestors?
On the way back to his garrison while receiving an enthusiastic send-off from Count Kaitana.
“Hey, master.”
“Huh?”
Chief 4, who was worried about something with a serious face, carefully opened his mouth.
“Are other nomads like that?”
I couldn’t bear to answer the question full of doubts.
If I say that, it seems to deny my common sense, and if I say no, the presence of Count Kaitana won’t leave my head.
***
From the moment Kal-gun left for the Kaitana tribe, the nomads’ offensive intensified. Nomads already active on the frontlines moved as if they were going to die fighting, and warlike tribes also appeared on the frontlines one by one.
Offensive news from all fronts. During a war, it’s only natural that reckless attacks against nomads would unfold—
‘Everyone plays separately.’
Not all tribes on the front line are on the offensive. Tribes that are willing to surrender to the Empire, such as the Caitana tribe, remain silent.
It’s a strange thing. If the nomads’ offensive was intensified, it means that instructions came from a weightlifter who called himself khan. It must be moving to pressurize the allies’ front line and force damage.
However, in order to force damage upon the numerically superior Imperial forces, the nomads must launch an offensive with all their might. It is impossible with a strange wire where someone fights and someone watches.
‘Then it’s normal to sort out the traitors first.’
It is normal to give orders to return to the tribes that occupy only positions on the front lines, or to subdue them. If the tribes who do not know when they will turn into the imperial camp are left on the front line, the tribes that launch an offensive may be surrounded.
However, no action was taken. The aggressive tribes paid no attention to the quiet tribes, and vice versa.
Of course, there were renegade tribes who withdrew from the frontlines, but rather than retreating because they noticed the warlike tribes, they showed off and withdrew as if asking them to come to their territory like the Kitana tribe. It’s a situation that’s hard to understand.
‘Has there ever been such a proud traitor?’
Confused. I don’t know how many times common sense breaks down during this war. Enemy infighting? There may be. A strong expression of surrender? That too could be.
However, it is unacceptable for an internal traitor to go around proudly and to leave such a traitor unattended.
‘Is the other guy Khan?’
I even thought of that. In fact, Udesr Dorgon died long ago, and I thought that another ambitious person was impersonating Dorgon.
There is no other explanation for this bizarre cohesiveness and behavior. Dorgon is Reverse Heaven’s only blood relative and heir. It is a being with sufficient status and ability to become a symbol to rally the nomads. The Empire also rated the risk highly and pursued it for three years, but the ability of such a dangerous molecule is only this much?
Wouldn’t it be better if Dorgon had shown incompetence in the last war? – Dorgon mediated between the anti-Imperial tribes that were at odds with each other. In terms of competence and incompetence, he is a being close to competence.
If you hadn’t seen the sky tear apart, you’d seriously think it was Khan who wasn’t Dorgon.
“Your Excellency. The inspector has returned.”
While repressing the confusion and renewing the frontline situation, I nodded my head at the report of the knight who entered the barracks.
First of all, looking at the knight’s reaction, it seems that Carl-kun didn’t come back because something went wrong. If that’s the case, the negotiations with the Kaitana tribe must have ended smoothly.
And as soon as I looked at the map Carl had brought, I realized that it wasn’t all that easy.
“The area marked on the map is the territory of the tribe considering surrender.”
“I see.”
A lot. Not all tribes will be in the thousands like Kaitana, but there are plenty of them.
“Also, there are many tribes who haven’t made up their minds yet, and among them, some tribes are said to have served as priests.”
In the meantime, it was surprising that there were still neutral camps left. The number of tribes willing to surrender is also considerable, but more tribes than this could surrender?
‘A priest?’
Furthermore, it was unbelievable that a priest was included in the neutral camp.
To prevent the second gathering of the nomads, the paganism that the nomads believed in was to be thoroughly eradicated. He killed the high priest and other priests as well as the high priest, and destroyed countless temples. To that extent, the Empire trampled paganism.
However, the priest of the trampled faith is said to be neutral.
‘It’s ambiguous.’
I would have understood if the priest had been an anti-war faction out of resentment for his faith being trampled on, or out of desperation for losing everything.
But being a neutral faction means that each tribe has a lot to worry about.
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“The name is the Barandiga tribe. It is not large, but it has a long history and is said to have been one of the representatives of the tribes that did not follow the ruler of the past.”
I was even more troubled by Carl’s words. Since all the priests died, it was the only center of faith, a long history, and a history of rejecting reverse heaven.
At this level, even if it was the main broadcaster, it is a tribe that should have been contacted. Especially if you have to worry about conquering and maintaining rather than simply subjugating nomads.
But if there’s one thing that bothers you—
‘We must admit paganism.’
You can’t tell people to abandon their faith while embracing the central point of their faith. Embracing the Barandi tribe is not only embracing its influence, but embracing the entire cult.
It is difficult. How could the empire recognize paganism no matter how much it received the mandate of Heaven?
‘It’s not something I can decide.’
There is a saying that a general who goes to war does not listen to the orders of the monarch. Of course, if you really don’t listen, it’s a traitor, but it means that the commander active in the field can make a more accurate judgment than the monarch in the rear. That’s why the Imperial Army tends to respect the commander’s judgment on the field.
Still, this is not the case. Decisions on matters of this magnitude on my own alone are out of proportion, no matter how manipulative they may be.
“You’ve brought valuable information. You did a great job. Rest until I call you.”
“Yes, sir.”
I lowered my head and watched Carl retreat, then let out a small sigh.
The coveted Holy Grail is in his hands, but even poison is contained in the Holy Grail.
‘…I’ll have to report it to His Majesty.’
Unfortunately, this is not something that can be handled on the spot.
***
The Jeonseunggong’s report has been uploaded.
Tribes with thousands of troops have already surrendered, and many other tribes are said to be willing to surrender.
In addition, it is said that the pagan priests who were thought to be dead are still alive, and they are expressing an ambiguous stance, neither leading nor reversing.
…
‘This is what it is.’
Inadvertently, I frowned.
Was the situation in the north… So bad?