Bear School Astartes Chapter 468 - 469. The Southern Emperor’s Meeting

Chapter 468: 469. The Southern Emperor’s eting

When the topic was directed toward the increasingly serious situation today, people beca less talkative.

Racial discrimination, among those present was one human, one dwarf, and three demon hunters.

All humanoid creatures other than humans are discriminated against in this world.

The citizens in the city, due to the situation, live tightly, and psychological problems are becoming increasingly severe.

Their oppression needs a release, and the weaker non-human races serve as a good pressure valve.

Thus, people can without guilt wield kitchen knives and carpenter’s hamrs to cut off the necks of elves and smash the skulls of dwarves.

After all, the numbers of non-human races are not large enough to resist. The nobles are also pleased to see the commoners release their own pressure without having to worry.

But Lann knew, this was not the true pressure.

The true pressure could not be cald by just hundreds of non-human corpses in a city.

History seems to be a circle, and whenever people’s lives beco unbearably difficult, there is always an evil presence that begins to hover over the world—

War.

The high-pressure powder keg is already ford, but no one knows where the spark that can ignite everything will burst out from.

However, so people do not want to foolishly and aimlessly wait for that spark to fall... they want to strike a match themselves!

Niflgaard Imperial Capital, Niflgaard City, Golden Pagoda City.

The Northern People say this na cos from Niflgaard City being built of gold, but in reality, it’s because the sunlight reflecting off the rooftops within the city makes the entire city shine like gold.

And in the Imperial Palace, a eting is taking place.

The initiator of the eting is the Emperor of the Niflgaard Empire, the lord of dina, Aebin, and Gimirea, the highest ruler of Nasir and Vikvaro, and also the supre leader and High Priest of the Sun Sect—

Enshir of Enriss.

Those close to him sotis call him by his nickna, ’The White Fla Dancing on the Graves of His Enemies’.

He now sat behind his desk, his strong, angular face ticulously grood.

The nobles of Niflgaard have declared that the emperor’s appearance is the purest model of the Niflgaard people.

The Emperor’s hands never stopped writing and drawing, as this massive empire has countless docunts to be reviewed every day.

Moreover, every docunt brought in is written as if it’s as severe as if it must be prioritized today, or the empire will collapse tomorrow.

Enshir knew, this is the usual tactic departnts use to gain attention and budget.

If the departnt heads do not have these tricks, they simply cannot rise.

But he still has to decapitate two departnt heads with overly alarming reports from ti to ti.

Only in this way can the paperwork seem normal and not constantly declare ’the empire’s doom’, which would suppress docunts that are truly important.

Beheading only works temporarily because there are always so who climb regardless of their own lives. But Enshir doesn’t care, as beheading a couple periodically keeps the trend in check.

In this way, life can sohow go on.

"So, everyone..."

Enshir spoke without raising his head, signing a docunt before setting it aside, then taking another one from a docunt box and placing it before him.

"Does our plan have a schedule yet?"

His voice was loud and authoritative, and even without looking directly at the person, those he questioned maintained a respectful and cautious posture.

"We’ve initially discussed so intentions, of course!"

Everyone in the room adhered to the Niflgaardian style of attire, limited to black and gold. However, the person who responded to the emperor’s question had an expression of more arrogance than the others.

As if, even though being questioned by the emperor, he must appear more noble.

Duke Adal Epp Dasrcy, nobility jest that this duke considers his puffed ruff to hold a noble golden head.

As Duke Darcy spoke, the man standing next to him seed to cough lightly.

And naturally, the duke added, "Of course, this was a reasonable and logical judgnt made with the intelligence support of Lord Lidox."

Following the duke’s words, the man who coughed also tily bowed, indicating to the emperor that he had only done so trivial intelligence work.

"Vatier de Liddos."

The Emperor took a mont from reviewing the files to speak.

"Now is not the ti for you to claim credit, although your intelligence is indeed detailed and accurate, I am not accustod to giving rewards before plans result, which would relax nerves and lead to errors. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Emperor’s intelligence chief, therefore, bowed even lower until his luxurious black velvet cloak touched the ground before he straightened up and reported the results of his discussions.

"Overall, we believe this autumn is the ti, Your Majesty."

"To wage war in autumn," Enshir stated calmly, "seems like just an ordinary choice."

In autumn, the temperature is neither hot nor cold, and soldiers’ steel armor will not harm them due to environntal temperature.

Similarly, in spring with good temperatures, spring sowing which needs a lot of manpower makes military maneuvering inappropriate so as not to disrupt the agricultural plans of the country.

Thus, autumn often becos the season of war, known as ’the season of killing’.

In the face of the emperor’s skepticism, Vatier did not react with the usual shock of an official. He knew clearly he was the emperor’s trusted intelligence officer, unlike those who could be casually executed without much impact.

Thus he was able to respond to Enshir with calm.

"Ordinary does not an ineffective, Your Majesty."

"In autumn, our army’s logistical pressure will be much smaller because we can plunder the ripe fields of Sintra for grain and fodder."

"We received information from our operatives in Skellige; King Bran will lead his longships to our coastline to raid in autumn. Knowing this, with a little trickery and forces, we can provoke the islanders, who value honor and ancestral deeds, into a furious state, restraining them."

"Even if King Bran receives a plea for help from his brother, King of Sintra—East Tursek, he will be delayed at least a month compared to normal. If he is to take action, he must first quell the anger we’ve stirred up among his crew, which will make his action at least a month and a half slower."

"Heh." Enshir let out a chuckle without lifting his head. "Valuing honor above all else but driven by that value so much that they ignore the bigger picture... indeed, this is sothing the foolish Skelligers would do."

"Continue, Vatier. I’m a little interested now."