The young commander withdrew.
Or not, I wasn't staring.
I noticed the information on his head.
Malkoy de Marseille, 34 years old.
The last royal family in the kingdom of Marseille.
Physical abilities are only at the level of ordinary knights, but their talents and abilities as commanders, including strategies, tactics, and Tong Sol, are not insufficient to take on tens of thousands of troops.
The more I looked at it, the more talented I was.
There were many outstanding knights in the kingdom. But I didn't have a commander to lead them.
Marquis Villefeld was currently serving as a crewmber, but that was not enough.
I also acknowledged that the completion of the Marquis was excellent.
The Marquis' ability, however, stemd from his years as a nobleman and his experience as an administrator, not from his military talents.
At least Vincent, who had a bigol fist, was tied to the winter castle, and the head of the Wire Magnetic Corps was a politically perceptive knight rather than a soldier.
The knights and nobles of the other kingdoms were also largely arrogant.
In that situation, a talent for military service appeared before my eyes.
If Tom doesn't get out, that was weirder.
Moreover, the young commander before his eyes said that his loyalty to the Empire was intact.
Rather, he had hatred.
I wondered why he was acting as commander of the Empire's army.
If just a cause and a price is enough, it will be enough for a reunion. I imdiately proposed to him that he be sent to the Royal Army.
Promising the Army Chief of Staff fair and proper treatnt.
And Malkoy de Marseille said,
"I don't like it."
I declined my offer in the diary.
* *
Malkoy de Marseille had to watch the destruction of his mother country at the age of thirteen, and he had to live in captivity for fifteen years until he t his second prince at the age of twenty-eight.
For him, the life of the prisoner in the kingdom was not so new.
Of course, that did not an that the body was not broken.
After entrusting it to the prince, there was nothing to go to the john who enjoyed it. While in captivity, he was treated quite severely. Of course, he was not redeed because of his patriarchal life.
But the prisoner's life in the kingdom was different.
Extre treatnt was worse than eating a al a day, and the sun could not escape a single footprint from a poor prison, which was all that was weak coming in from a narrow window.
I was cold and hungry, and everything was uncomfortable.
Nevertheless, he considered that his present life was not so bad.
At least no one here saw him as an animal in us. There was no need to attend a banquet as a winner's loot and praise the winner's small amount and distribution.
At least life in the kingdom was comfortable.
If it was his only concern, he and his deputy, not the senior officials, but the end soldiers, were living a poor life that even his forehead could not imagine.
Deputy Percival says it's ti to worry about the rest.
"The atmosphere of the citadel is unusual. It's too sharp. It seems the Empire has done sothing to turn the kingdom upside down. You can also unleash your anger against us. "
Percival's words were true.
The knight in charge of the guard raided the empire, and in doing so, the Queen was sacrificed and nurous people were killed.
It was not the ti to worry about the deputy's words.
If the Kingdom were to pour out a puddle, commanders like yourself would be the first.
But the kingdom did not inflict any punishnt on him.
"The Knights of the Kingdom are not proud enough to be angry with the prisoners. "
Then the knight who noticed their selfishness said with an untrustworthy face.
The words sought to breathe relief, but the knight put an ominous clue on the end of the words.
"I don't know if you're a prince. "
And shortly afterwards, indeed, the prince of the kingdom ca.
Malcolm made a commitnt.
I'm not going to be such a pussy anyway.
The prince suddenly referred to the [Aptlingen] family.
He was the only one who knew the Deputy's family within the army.
Percival smoked a life in the first place.
However, the spark that the Percival fires quickly cools down in the frostbite of the opponent.
It was amazing.
Even the Paladins of the Imperial Palace were strong enough to defeat him. However, I didn't have a chance to show my power because I was in the shoes of my master.
But he vomits blood before he pulls out his sword.
But even more remarkable.
The prince, who thought he was here to get angry, suggested a prospect.
It's not just a proposal, it's a pledge to the commander.
It was a devastating proposition. Even the empire, which boasted of my deploynt, allowed him to serve as commander after 15 years.
I did not understand what the prince of this small kingdom had promised to do with his trust.
But I didn't want to go back to the battlefield I'm tired of questioning.
"I don't like it."
He refused the prince's offer of restraint.
From then on.
From ti to ti, the prince of the kingdom of Leonberg has begun to go to prison.
The prince tried to repent for lunch and dinner.
So promised to improve the treatnt of prisoners, while others suggested that it would not be possible for prisoners to face a reasonable ball.
Malkoy shook.
Though he was willing to endure as many prisoners as he could on his own, he did not want others to suffer because of his stubbornness.
"If you don't swear allegiance to the kingdom right now, give so proper advice. "
"What the hell do you think you're doing with my offer? What if I give you advice and make a sound that could harm your return? "
"That's sothing I should be worried about. "
"Are you sure that's enough to improve the treatnt of the other prisoners? "
"The situation is that we will not be able to offer at and wine every day, but at least we promise it will be better than it is now. "
Malkoy, who was constantly pondering, finally decided to accept the prince's proposal.
That day he was released from prison.
Prince Tong also released his deputy.
"I never thought I'd be released. "
Percival, who didn't think it would be so easy to free the Paladins, was a shaky face.
The prince even returned the pacifist and his ard n.
"Can I do this? "
"You can get as many swords and armor as you want anyway. "
It was an outrageous logic, but it was also true. The citadel was ard and the Percival had the ability to get them at any ti. Even if it's sothing with an owner.
"What do we do? "
"What's wrong?"
"The prince of Leonberg is starting to like it. "
I was stunned and shot. Percival's answer was absurd.
"Are you jealous? Don't worry, Malcolm is always my number one priority. "
The deputy, who was chattering in a resounding tone, added a word.
"In my opinion, if you can't fight under the flag of your country anyway, it would be better for you to stand under the flag of the kingdom rather than the empire. It's not like you have to fight for the Empire for a hundred days. "
Malcolm snorted when asked if the head of a snake was better than the tail of a dragon.
"Even though the filthy dragon tries to chew on the head of the good serpent? "
"If you look at the atmosphere of the citadel, I don't think it's going to be easy to get your head out. "
"So you're not asking to give you advice, but to actively help the kingdom? "
"Well, I think the prince will treat you well, and in many ways better than the Empire. "
"I think you should stop. I'm starting to get confused. Whether you are my subordinate or the ssenger of the prince sent to propel . "
"It's , not to ntion Malcolm's suit. "
Malcolm shakes his head.
I had no intention of putting my master on the battlefield any more than the deputy said.
He kept his mouth shut and looked at the soldiers and knights of the citadel.
After his release from prison, there have been several attacks by the Imperial Army.
No one was injured by repeated battles, and no one was fatigued.
It was familiar to Malkoy and familiar to him.
The wounded Leonberg royal army and the knights and soldiers of the now annihilated ho country overlap.
They suffered such a devastating attack from the Imperial Army.
Malcolm still rembered that ti clearly decades ago.
The fortress at the border, where the young prince found his father's hand, was dominated by defeat. The faces of soldiers and knights who grabbed spears and swords were filled with fatigue, and even more with despair and fear.
Even at a young age, he looked at their faces and anticipated the defeat of his country.
The Leonberg Empire Army was different.
Dark fatigue was the sa. But the emotion on his face was not despair and fear, but a burning fla.
None of them feared the Empire, and none thought of the defeat of the kingdom.
Are you crazy as an organization? Or do they not know the power of the Empire because they are northern villagers?
Neither.
Even though it was only an exterior, it was also humiliated by the collapse of the capital of one country. It was only a short ti ago that I lost my country's queen by the Empire.
It was no exaggeration to say that the devastation of the Imperial Army across the entire border reached the boundary of windmill equalization.
They knew that, too.
That is why they are as desperate as I am. They knew that the kingdom would collapse if they collapsed.
Nevertheless, the soldiers were not afraid.
They didn't let go of the sword even when my stomach was torn and my chest was pierced. Gear grabbed the enemy bottle with a knife in my body and threw myself out of the wall.
"Eternal, O kingdom! "
"Long live the royal Leonberger! "
I cried out for the prosperity of my kingdom and the well-being of the royal family.
Among them, those who were shabby and ard were conspicuous of Malkoy.
I knew it the mont I saw it.
They were conscripts, not regular soldiers.
"Hail Queen Margarita! "
"Long live the royal Leonberger! "
They are soldiers of the royal family, but even when they were forcibly taken, they shouted the queen and royal na instead of the terminal horse.
What the hell is so different? What difference does this make between a country that has been destroyed and their own?
No matter how I thought about it, I couldn't understand.
"Did you hear how the Queen of the Kingdom of Leonberg died? After living, the outsiders remained in the wall until the end to defend themselves and fled the wall to not beco prisoners at the last minute. "
I learned the end of the Queen through the mouth of Deputy Percival, but it was not a clear answer.
"Right after the opening, the king has never left the wire, and now the enemy is fighting the enemy with a sword like a knight in the front fort. Even in my country, all the aristocrats who break the rules are fighting on the front lines. The superiors are fighting for their lives, so they don't get the word out. "
"The nobles are all fighting on the front lines? "
"Well, not all of them were voluntary. In fact, there are rumors that the prince has laid terror on those who leave or flee the front line, saying they will be patient. Even so, it's amazing that the terror actually works. "
Malkoi, who was well aware of the aristocratic period, could not be persuaded.
The aristocrats of their ho countries changed their flag imdiately when the kingdom was in jeopardy and beca the aristocrats of the Empire. And now he was living in the land of the old kingdom of Marseille, which had beco an empire.
They were trampled down by the Imperial Army and died, but their lives were still rather awkward, even though the royals they served were miserably slaughtered and even the last survivors were dragged like dogs.
The only change that happened to them was that the na of the person who served and the na of the country were changed.
That was the nobility.
Soldiers were not very different either.
When the royal palace is besieged, knights and soldiers turn their swords upside down.
It was they who cut off the heads of the royals and loyalists who cried out for unity and offered them to the Imperial Army.
Now I didn't want to co and resent them for three days.
They just wanted to live. It was a war.
I was just sick of it.
No matter how grand the cause, the nature of war never changes.
Take it, take it, kill it, die. All that remains is the winner and the loser.
And nothing was more important than living.
There was no value in the country's hoarseness, loyalty and honour, or the worth of a spoon of another.
I've lived with that belief.
Not until it reaches this cold, remote place.
Looking at his heavily sunk eyes, the deputy said,
"You don't want to admit it, but Malcolm doesn't hate war. "
"Shut up, Percival. You know what? I saw the beginning and end of the war..."
"What Malcolm really hates is not war, but man. "
Malcolm hardened as he thought he would.
"No, it's not hate, it's distrust. "
"Shut up. If you make fun of anymore..."
"Don't you have to admit it now? "
"I said I wouldn't take it. "
Malkoy draws the sword. Then I gave it to Percival as if I were going to stab him.
Percival snorts and snatches the sword.
"Smoke a young masterpiece. Every ti you think about war, every ti you think about it, every ti you think about it, every single one of you who cos all the way here feels like a jerk. It's very upside down. "
"Percival!"
"Look over there. Malkoy de Marseille. Is their war the sa as the ugly war you were talking about? "
The deputy grasps his jaw and turns his head forcefully.
There were anacs looking after wounded soldiers. Too many children were carrying stones and arrows with their hands like thorns to hold spears and swords.
"As always, they're the bearers of war, and they're just ugly pieces of war. "
Malcolm couldn't do that. So I kept my mouth shut.
It's been a while.
The oppressive hand of the deputy who was holding the jaw was released.
"I'm sorry I dropped out of the courtroom. Honestly, I said what I wanted to say, and the inside is cool. If it's a bee, I'll take whatever it takes. But don't kill . "
A fallen officer kneeled and pleaded guilty. With a face that doesn't reflect a bit.
Until a little while ago, Malkoy tried to punish the deputy, but he didn't like it now.
The head was complicated.
The appearance of the citadel makes my eyes dizzy. The deputy's voice was rattling in his head.
I had not been getting organized
Thoughts and insights that were erging were not helpful at this mont either.
I was standing so confused, I heard the rushing sound of the trumpet.
Ugh.
At that mont, a popular voice ca from behind.
He turned his head and saw the face of the prince.
"I was sunbathing for a while because the day was good. "
The prince, who pointed to the roof just behind the jaw tip, chattered naturally.
Malkoy frowned.
I didn't feel good about the idea that I didn't want to talk about it because of Percival.
"What do you an? I've had a good day with the Imperial Army. "
Contrary to that, the deputy fard to the prince in a friendly tour of the puck.
"What do we do? We just have to finish and get so rest. "
The prince also accepted the farm, as if he were familiar with it.
Then Malkoy could see where the deputy heard the kingdom's situation in great detail. He also suspected that perhaps the deputy knew that the prince was around from the beginning.
"Well, I'm busy. "
The prince said so and stopped on the road.
"Ah. I didn't an to, but I just want to say a word."
Then he said to Malkoy,
"Those who only try to judge everything with their heads like you find reason and cause. They don't realize what a real war is when they're gone for life."
"At least I think I know more about war than you do. "
The prince laughed. It was a clear laugh.
"Do you really think so? "
Malcolm didn't answer. I didn't feel the need to answer.
"Then follow . "
Whether or not, the prince was as beautiful as ever.
"I'll show you what's different from the war I've seen outside. "
The prince disappeared far away without even waiting for an answer.
Malkoy followed the prince's back rather than shooting the deputy with fierce snowflakes.
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