The operation meeting was in full swing at the military temporary base on the meta-conveyor belt.
An orderly chaos erupted in front of the square table. The generals took a number of countermeasures over a table, but there was no pointed way to overcome this situation.
There are several things mentioned, but the common theme in their remarks was anxiety.
“Compared to the power given in this one, the other is in good health. Moreover, as long as it turns out that the other side can interfere with the meta-conveyor belt, the pursuit on the belt is meaningless.”
It was a disaster. Have you ever experienced such a disastrous defeat since the establishment of the military?
There were many excuses. The opponent was a legendary being, the founder Tirkanjakara, and the King of the Beasts, who should not be on the side of a specific entity, blatantly sided with it.
And above all. His opponent's skills, especially the strength of a young swordsman who wields an invisible sword, far exceeded expectations.
Pataxion exclaimed in rage.
“That kid! You hid your power when you fight me! am i happy? I will never, never forgive you!”
“… boss. How can you not forgive? As I repeat, you must not act alone.”
When his disciple, Colonel Gand, asked carefully, Patraxion clenched his hand holding the spear and responded violently.
“How to do it! Next time they meet, they will smash it with all its power. I hate guys who don't use everything they have in a duel!”
“This is not a duel! It's work!”
“All disputes are a series or aggregation of duels! Anyway, next time I'll definitely bring out the little boy's power!”
“Don’t pull it out, you must defeat it with all your might! That's how we'll recapture Warden Historia!”
When Colonel Gand mentioned Historia, an uncomfortable silence lingered in the conference room.
Historia was more active in this operation than anyone else. She was the one who went ahead with the musketeers and held on to her opponents all day, fighting her delays. Even when she was at a disadvantage, she stood alone against them to defend the musketeers.
No matter how personal this mission was, Historia fought with her life to the best of her ability. Her generals felt a sense of indebtedness as well as her uniqueness toward Historia.
Pataxion asked seriously.
“Chief Historia? Did you just call me Warden Historia?”
“Yes, but. Is there any problem?”
While everyone was looking at Patraxion's mouth, he answered with infinite ease.
“Hey, did you ever see Historia and say that you shoot a gun because you’re younger than you are? At that time, after being slapped in Dalian, you name them all the time?”
“Being polite! Take care, boss! You're not the only boss here!”
“I have the highest position here. I don't even have a dressage grandmother now… .”
“Sometimes you just be carefree without me!”
The door swung open, and the mage who came in after reconnaissance and belt repair came in with a collar on. Patrak Sion, who had been in his most carefree position, grunted and straightened his posture.
“Sheesh, even a tiger will come if you say it. Now I am no longer a big bread.”
“Don’t be silly, you should think about getting the warden quickly! I don't know what kind of hardship the warden is going through right now when he is captured by the enemy!”
One of the few beings who can freely spit out admonitions towards the spearhead, the master of all things, Frelbjor.
In the days of the kingdom, magicians with few and mysterious abilities were, of course, reserved only for nobles. Nobles would have better and more powerful wizards as their foodies, and they would put wizards into things that needed to be 'mysterious'. A wizard with his own magic supported his power in ways that could not be imagined according to his will.
Meanwhile, Frelbjor, who took on all kinds of dirty and difficult chores from construction to war, received great support from the military and citizens. Although she renounced her glory, she said that her self was to cover her magic costs.
In the kingdom, he half-taunted her for doing chores on the subject of a wizard, half sticking his tongue out, and calling her a servant of the kingdom.
In front of her, who was the only one with the sword, he was relatively shy.
“So, let’s do some flying practice! If I get caught up in your wind by mistake, I can't even pick up the bones, so I can't fly unless I'm a good general who can fall! How long are you going to hang around like a kite?”
“noisy!”
To some extent relatively.
Frelbjor, who strode in, stood in front of a table with a military map painted on it, and threw a curled magic weed over it.
“King of the beasts, I have received a solution for him.”
“What?”
“It’s not possible to deal with it. If this side does not attack first, even the King of the Beasts will not show any will to attack. However, if the King of Cats is hostile again, he told me to light this soothing magic herb.”
What Majang had placed on the table was a cigar with a refreshing scent. Pataxion lifted the magic candle and sniffed the smell, and frowned.
“Who gave you this?”
The magician answered.
“It’s a cadet, Maximilian.”
“Is that guy making medicine other than weapons? Seriously, all alchemists have a dark side. So when will the secret weapon come?”
“The cadets are making weapons to fight against, and they have decided to join as soon as they are finished.”
“You still haven’t made it? By that time, I would have already bounced back to the principality. I also have to fix the windows, but I don’t have them every day.”
“What a cheeky thing! Don't be nervous when adults are talking, and if you don't have anything to say, just listen!”
The savage mage looked around the crowd and shouted.
“Listen. The operation was drafted. The next battle location is the Far East landing! Perhaps they will ascend from the Far East stop along the coastal road to the Principality. We will fight there and stop them from heading to the Coast Road!”
The Far East station is the largest station in the military, and at the same time, it is a space with various control facilities for repair and maintenance of the meta-conveyor belt. The path where the meta conveyor belt flows the slowest in the military was chosen as the next battle site.
As everyone was nodding their heads in response to the rational operation, the staff asked cautiously.
“But, aren't we behind them? How do you get ahead?”
“You bastard who just raised his voice! When you ask a question, raise your hand and ask a question!”
“Okay, I’ll fix it.”
The staff raised her hand and asked again. Then Frel Bjor turned his body to the side where he had raised his hand and spoke loudly.
“okay! You have to reveal who you are, so you will look at that and answer! to remember. Reveal your identity! This is the basis of reporting!”
“I will remind you.”
“The fix is quick. Good attitude!”
Frelbjor, who nodded with satisfaction, explained again.
“A multi-purpose armored unit, Bernartern, is on standby at the Far East landing. They will have a delay.”
What came out of Frelbjor's mouth was the name of the military's most elite corps. The sergeant replied in surprise.
“Bernartern? Isn't it a level 5 elite unit that is directly under the command and only prepares for war? They're not in a war between nations, but in this kind of thing… ?”
“The founder Tirkanzaka is a one-man corps. Enemies who need it enough. Also, considering her ability to summon darkness and use it as an army, it's much better to bump into the Legion here too. We leave the battle with the ancestors to Bernartern, and we attack from behind.”
It was the so-called hammer and anvil. While Bernardern stops them and the meta-conveyor belt moves sluggishly, the generals, including the mage and jangsang, attack and finish… is the operation.
It was the perfect plan. As with all plans, if everything goes as planned.
Of course, the staff pointed out that too.
“What if the other side avoids fighting at the Far East base station?”
“If they come down from the belt, we have an advantage. On the flat ground, the strength of the Legion can be more fully displayed. It’s enough if you start a mobile battle and finish it.”
“Even so, they are individuals with corps-level power. If you hide somewhere and start a guerrilla warfare, you will be in trouble.”
“All personnel, including signalmen, are mobilized and monitored. You won't be able to get out of this country, but you won't be able to hide anywhere.”
“Ummm… .”
After contemplating for a moment, the staff glanced around and suggested the last possibility as if carrying a gun barrel.
“if… If they take Warden Historia hostage… ?”
Even Frelbjor, who usually had an attitude like steel, hardened his face even more.
Enchantress Rankart and Musketeer Historia. Of the two talented people who believed to lead the future of the military, the only remaining intact was Historia.
Although Historia was not a charming personality, she was a Frelbjor who was attached to her respectful and moderately flexible attitude toward everyone. Although the fields were different, I respected Historia more than Rankart.
I want to save it no matter what number I use.
“… There is no negotiation. Aim for recapture, but give up when you have a car.”
There is no negotiation in the military. If you bow once, you will bow twice, and furthermore, it is a domino that causes the nation to collapse.
Don't put the country at risk for the sake of the individual. The identity and major premise of a country called a military state.
When the generals nodded their heads sadly, Zhejiang was alone with a puzzled smile. He clenched his teeth and tried to ignore it, but it was so annoying that the magician eventually pointed him out.
“Captain Patraxion. If you have something to say, don't split it up and say it!”
“haha. These people don’t know.”
Pataxion, who had a mischievous smile, answered with a playful face.
“The military daughter-in-law, that bad boy. They were caught on purpose.”
“… What did you say, Patraxion?”
“It’s History. Even when the situation became unfavorable for him and he had to run away, he deliberately rushed in. You sneaked in.”
Everyone was stunned by the unexpected remark. In the midst of it, Patrak Sion alone nodded his head and said:
“I pretended to fight pretty hard, but I can’t fool my eyes. I'll just have to roll off the belt and pretend I'm weak after a fight with the Cat King.”
“Why would you do such a dangerous number?”
“Well? Is it dangerous? Guys over there, you didn't really do anything other than scorched a few bases and attacked the Monastic Headquarters and made a riot, didn't you?”
“It’s dangerous enough, isn’t it! We cut off Jiseon's arm and set fire to five supply bases! For no reason!”
“There must be no reason. Anyway, it doesn't seem to kill people randomly. It's clear that he was hiding under the guise of being caught.”
However, it is dangerous to be caught on purpose. It is especially fatal when the power of the individual outweighs the group. This is because the weight of the force is tilted by the wind being captured.
It's too much to be called a sudden move. My mother-in-law said, out of fear.
“There is a possibility that he would have turned at all… ?”
At that moment, all eyes of the generals turned to that direction.