As soon as I stood before Parfalle, a ssage suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[Which command would you like to select?]
A selection of 1:1 debate commands floated in front of , and I crushed my opponent with the power of my 100 Intelligence—
—Of course, nothing like that happened.
If that were the case, a status window would have appeared the mont I arrived here.
In the ga, Intelligence played the most crucial role in 1:1 debates.
Just as a warrior with high Strength could easily slaughter an opponent with lower Strength in a duel, the fundantal chanism of debates in the ga was that a commander with higher Intelligence would completely overpower a less intelligent opponent. The actual logic applied in the debate mattered far less than the raw stat difference.
The ga itself wasn’t designed with intricate chanics. It was a simple, old-school strategy ga at its core.
However, now that this ga world had beco reality, I couldn’t just say the right things based on command affinities and expect my opponent to respond with, "Hmm, I see your point...!" while trembling in fear and losing health.
I had to truly convince my opponent.
That ant the key to victory wasn’t my Intelligence stat.
Instead, my weapon was the knowledge I had—truths that only I could know, things I had learned over 10,000 hours of playing this ga.
It was about using those facts and striking at just the right mont, at a timing that would make my opponent think, "How could he possibly know that?"
Those two things would determine the outco.
This wasn’t the Lunarian Army.
Here, no one was going to take my argunts at face value just because I insisted on them, the way Luna sotis did.
For my words to sound convincing, I had to prove that I knew things they wouldn’t expect to know.
"I need to create an opening."
At that mont, Parfalle spoke in a gentle tone.
"You may speak first if you wish."
I gave a slight nod at Parfalle’s courteous offer, then opened my mouth.
"At this mont, invading Aishus would not be a wise course of action."
"May I ask why?"
"Before I provide my reasons, I would rather ask a question—both to you, Lady Parfalle, and to your esteed lord."
As I said this, I shifted my gaze past Parfalle—
—to Lyn, who sat upon the throne, watching us with an amused expression.
She was smiling.
Good. She wasn’t in a bad mood.
That ant I could speak freely.
"Up until now, why have you not invaded Aishus in the east?"
"…I will answer that in her place. Because the opportunity never presented itself."
"And what do you an by opportunity?"
"As you must already know, the Aishus Army is not a force to be taken lightly. Their territory may be small, but they have an exceptional number of talented commanders. Their army is substantial, as they draw soldiers from the fertile lands of Valharat. Even with their limited territory, if we were to commit to an invasion, we would have to risk exposing our other fronts."
I nodded at her words.
"I completely agree with you, Lady Parfalle. Which is precisely why I must ask—why, then, are you now advocating for an attack on Valharat Castle?"
"Because if Aishus launches an attack on Aleffel, there will inevitably be an opening."
"And is that your only reason? Given Aishus’ military capability, I believe they could handle Aleffel’s forces while still maintaining a strong defense against our own."
"If that were my only reason, I wouldn’t have proposed this."
She let a hint of confidence slip through her voice in response to my probing.
"…As I said earlier, this is a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity for us."
An opportunity had presented itself.
In other words, without this opportunity, an invasion would have been impossible.
And in the current situation, there was only one factor that could be considered an ‘opportunity’—external interference.
I ran through my thoughts.
Airen had ntioned that Charam’s forces had arrived to offer financial tribute.
In this ga, money was almost never handed out freely.
There was a 99% chance that such an offering ant [Treachery] was in play.
This wasn’t a deduction based on my 100 Intelligence.
It was sothing I knew from playing this ga for over 10,000 hours.
"If a decision is made, an official briefing will be provided to our lord and all key personnel… but for now, I cannot say anything definitive."
Her added comnt only made my suspicion more plausible.
Of course she couldn’t say it outright.
How could Brans Army’s strategist openly declare, "Charam has agreed to attack Aishus from behind in coordination with us," in front of all these people?
Parfalle was a strategist of Brans Army.
Even if she spoke vaguely, her proven track record would make it easy for others to trust her.
Just like how Cain and Tifa gradually began to believe in my abilities back when I was in the Lunarian Army.
Moreover, her promise to clarify things once the strategy was finalized only reinforced that trust.
Unlike my ti under Luna, where I had to constantly beg people to believe , she was in a position where people would naturally place their trust in her.
Which ant—
The person I needed to shake wasn’t the spectators.
Not Lyn.
But the strategist herself, Parfalle.
I deliberately put on a knowing expression.
A look that suggested I had already figured it out.
A confident smirk, an air of certainty—
And then, in a relaxed voice, I said:
"Lady Parfalle. Are you considering a pincer attack?"
"A pincer attack?"
"Specifically… an operation where Charam launches a simultaneous assault under a secret agreent with you?"
"…!!"
Got her.
I didn’t miss it.
For a split second, her pupils contracted.
She quickly composed herself—but I had seen it.
I had caught her off guard.
"This is it."
It made sense.
There were no other possibilities.
So I pressed forward, speaking with absolute certainty.
"If that is the case, then I must insist that we do not proceed with this invasion. Charam’s ruler, Charam Masakuru, is not a trustworthy man. If this proposal ca from them rather than us, then I would say there is a high likelihood this is a trap ant to ensnare Brans Army."
"…"
Behind Parfalle, Lyn nodded her head slightly, as if intrigued.
She was paying close attention to my words.
"One more question, if I may. Was the information that Aishus would be attacking Aleffel also provided by Charam’s forces?"
"…"
"If so, then it would be reasonable to assu that Aleffel is also colluding with them."
She remained silent for a mont before finally parting her lips.
"You are speaking with great certainty."
Her gaze sharpened as she studied .
She was clearly surprised that I had uncovered her plan.
"I cannot disclose everything yet… but Charam and Aleffel have never had good relations with Aishus. Anyone with a basic understanding of central politics would know that. You may not be aware since you only recently joined Brans Army, Sir Swen. The idea that they are conspiring against us lacks plausibility."
A feeble attempt to provoke .
But it wouldn’t work.
Co to think of it, even in the ga, a 100 Intelligence character was immune to the [Taunt] keyword.
A ridiculous thought, yet it made smirk.
"Lady Parfalle. My deepest apologies, but no matter how close they are, you should never place blind faith in information that Brans Army could ‘easily’ obtain."
"Heh."
Lyn chuckled behind her.
Parfalle, however, remained composed as she responded.
"I understand your concerns, Sir Swen. It is true that Charam Masakuru and Aleffel’s ruler, Jaramka, are both n of questionable integrity. However, for that very reason, they are unlikely to betray us."
"And what is your reasoning?"
"…"
Parfalle took a deep breath before speaking.
"As you said, Sir Swen, let’s assu we are indeed colluding with Charam’s forces. Their primary objective is to maintain control over their own territory. They are n without ambition, content as long as their power is recognized. And the nature of such people is that, if you give them exactly what they want, they can beco the most reliable allies."
In other words—as long as their safety is guaranteed, they will obediently follow orders, so this cannot be a secret plot against us.
"In contrast, the leader of the Aishus Army, Baranga Yuri Aishus, is both highly capable and deeply ambitious. If she were to seize control of Charam and Aleffel’s territories, she would secure the foundation needed to establish herself as a dominant power on the continent. Given that, I find it hard to believe that these petty rulers, who only wish to maintain the status quo, would cooperate with a woman who constantly eyes their lands. They are not foolish enough to help soone who is waiting for the right mont to take everything from them."
At first glance, her argunt sounded convincing.
But when I thought about it carefully, there were quite a few holes in it.
Had she been thrown off because I had seen through the secret dealings?
Well, I hadn’t co here to work myself to death like I did in the Lunarian Army.
I felt a little bad for her, but I might as well pick apart her words.
"That is precisely the issue, Lady Parfalle."
"Excuse ? What do you an—"
"Baranga Yuri Aishus is an exceptional ruler. Have you ever considered why Charam and Aleffel still exist as independent factions on this continent?"
"T-That’s…"
Good. She was flustered.
I pressed harder.
"It’s simple. Think about it—if you were Baranga Yuri Aishus, wouldn't it make sense to eliminate the weaker nations first in order to solidify your foundation before confronting the powerful Brans Army?"
Parfalle said nothing.
But her reaction spoke volus—she bit her lip in frustration for the first ti.
That was enough.
She was an intelligent woman. Which ant that rather than giving her ti to think, my best course of action was to keep pressing forward.
To persuade the audience watching this debate, it wasn’t enough to simply be in a dominant position—I needed to appear as if I was.
"Then why hasn't she done so? If we assu she is not an incompetent ruler, there must be a reason, mustn’t there?"
"A reason…? Do you have any guesses?"
"I do have so ideas."
That was a lie.
But there was no need for to reveal my hand just yet.
"In that case, I’d like to hear your reasoning."
"Lady Parfalle, please recall what you said earlier. You yourself stated, 'I cannot disclose that information at this ti.' There must be a reason why you said that, correct? The sa applies to ."
"…"
If they were keeping secrets, then I had every right to keep so as well.
Parfalle understood my implication. She fell silent for a mont, lost in thought, before finally asking:
"Let us assu, for the sake of argunt, that you are correct. That this secret coordination with Charam is a trap, and that we are being deceived. Wouldn’t that make this the perfect opportunity for us to turn the tables on Aishus? If we have already identified the deception, shouldn't we use it to strike Aishus from behind instead? If that were your argunt, I would be inclined to agree with you. However—"
Her voice beca more resolute.
I could finally feel her treating as a genuine opponent.
"Your stance is not to turn this deception against them. Instead, you are supporting General Airen’s proposal—to send troops north and focus on reinforcing our defenses. Do you still stand by that position?"
"…"
That was true.
I had co here to push Airen’s plan.
She must have brought this up now because she sensed she was losing ground on the previous point.
As expected, a strategist of her caliber hadn’t earned her position through luck.
I couldn’t rely on my predictive abilities here, nor would anyone trust unconditionally the way Luna had.
I had to fight with pure rhetoric.
But even though my 100 Intelligence couldn’t give the exact answer, it had said that Airen’s strategy was close to being correct.
"Not exactly correct, but close…"
What was the difference between 'correct' and 'close to correct'?
"The action is right, but the conclusion is different?"
If my predictive ability wasn’t giving a perfect answer but sothing that was rely close, that fact alone revealed sothing crucial.
It ant that Parfalle’s strategy of turning the deception against Aishus was not optimal.
If it were, my predictive ability wouldn’t have said Airen’s plan was close to the best answer—it would have pointed to Parfalle’s plan instead.
Which ant that using 56,000 troops to take any action against Aishus was not the most efficient course of action.
Now, I needed to analyze Airen’s proposal the sa way.
"The action is right, but the conclusion is different."
That ant sending troops north was indeed the correct action.
But it didn’t necessarily an they should only be used for defense.
"Almost correct."
That suggested that sending troops north was the right idea—but focusing solely on defense was not.
"Then what’s the alternative…?"
We had two options when deploying forces.
Strengthening defenses.
Or launching an attack.
And—
"…!"
The mont I realized it, a cold sweat ran down my back.
It was just a theory—nothing more than a conjecture based on my observations.
But if my reasoning was correct, then—
"If reinforcing defenses is only ‘close to correct’… then the real answer is—!"
It was an answer I hadn’t even considered.
But I knew this guiding compass was accurate.
Slowly, I spoke.
"…We must send our troops north. I still fully support that idea. However—"
"If so, then you are advocating for defense? I have many points to make on that. First of all, considering the number of troops currently engaged in fortress construction—"
"Lady Parfalle. I must apologize for interrupting you, but I must ask that you allow to finish my statent."
Though I had cut her off, Parfalle acknowledged that she had interrupted first and nodded.
"…My apologies. I let my emotions get the better of . Please continue."
"Sending troops north is indeed the correct move. However, we must not simply focus on defense. No—we cannot send them north just for defense."
"…Excuse ?"
Parfalle was stunned.
Lyn, who had been watching with an amused expression, was surprised.
The officers standing within earshot were visibly shaken.
And—
Even Airen, the very person who had proposed this plan, was shocked.
But when all incorrect possibilities were eliminated, the remaining answer—no matter how absurd—had to be the truth.
This was the radiant, undeniable answer revealed by my 100 Intelligence.
I t Parfalle’s gaze and struck her with the ultimate truth.
"We must gather our forces in the north… and invade Serpina’s territory."
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