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Mission No.3 Little Devils (12)

“… Are you saying you will invade the Principality of Sarmus with our personnel?”

“All seven people, including me.”

“It’s too small to be called an invasion.”

“I hate being noisy.”

Fionir blinked at Ewald’s calm face.

“Are you referring to another dictionary meaning of invasion?”

“Invasion, invasion, robbery, occupation. Well, that’s what it means.”

This man is sincere. Fionir had to break out in a cold sweat.

“Do you really intend to invade the principality with this number?”

“Huh.”

“… I was hoping it was a joke.”

It’s the highest difficulty from the start.

However, Pionir silently touched his chin and was lost in thought.

“I will try to come up with an idea.

“Additionally.”

However, Ewald was a person who was not satisfied with the highest level of difficulty.

“Guys, I have Schheim.”

“What did you say you had?”

“Schheim.”

The airship that invaded the Empire ten years ago?

“Ah, for reference, it’s a zero-type.”

Besides, are you spiritual?

Fionir frowned in thought with a serious expression on his face, then turned away.

“I will go back first.”

As soon as Ewald said Schheim, Pionir ran into the tent and tidied up the desk.

Just talking about an invasion into the principality makes his brain complicated, Deschheim.

Besides, the ‘country’ that has it is annoying. It is the Principality of Sarmus that attacked the empire with 10 Schheims 10 years ago.

Recalling his commitment to the field, Fionir turned to Ewald.

“Material, could I get one? Any material about the principality is fine.”

“It’s warm.”

Thud!

A pile of papers lay down on the desk. Fiornier, who had an expression that made him wonder how quickly he was preparing, quickly grabbed the papers Ewald had piled up.

Pioneer, who had sorted the data in an instant, read the documents at a terrifying speed. Ewald also boasts a fairly fast reading speed, but this is an overly fast reading speed.

“… Are you reading it correctly?”

“Where did you get this data from, Captain?”

“Central Intelligence Agency.”

“Do you have permission to read information?”

“I don’t have one, and Marcus brought it to me.”

“Are you talking about Commander Schilling?”

“I know. They say he got older when he got older.”

Since he’s the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, of course he’ll easily get at least the information from the Central Intelligence Agency. Fiornier realized anew that the Ebalt in front of him was a great man who could make a request to the commander-in-chief of the country’s army.

“Do you need anything more?”

“No. The material part is very detailed, so I don’t think I need any additional material.”

Fionir stuck out his tongue. I’ve only heard rumors that the intelligence power of the Central Intelligence Agency is beyond imagination, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen it.

“It seems that an estimate will come out to some extent…”

“Already?”

“First of all, we only have the big picture, so the details will take a few more days. Most of all, the problem is that there is little information about the Youngsik-class Schheim.”

“100,000 pole lumens per hour to drive. Based on 5 class wizards, if 9 people take turns every 3 hours, 12 hours of operation is possible. It has its own magic shield, but it’s not very strong. If you place a shield dedicated wizard, you can defend about 7 classes of magic. But it’s a monster that eats so much mana, so it’s hard to drive it easily.”

Pioneer had to put on an expression of absurdity at Schheim’s information flowing smoothly.

“Has the captain also participated in the production?

“Because it’s mine.”

“Ah, was it the captain’s?”

He was tired of being surprised. However, when he said that Schheim was an Ewald thing, Pionir’s concern was added.

“It is difficult. I was thinking of destroying it.”

“Break it down if necessary.”

“Are you all right?”

“What can I do? It’s better to break it a hundred times than to hand it over.”

Fiona grinned at the cool answer and organized the paperwork.

“I’m glad then.”

“Run wild as you like.”

It was then that a smile appeared on Ewald’s face.

“I take responsibility.”

* * *

The western edge of the empire. Facing the Principality of Sarmus to the south, and adjacent to the North Sea, the home of barbarians to the north, there was a huge forest.

And at the eastern edge of the forest, two women were looking up at a tree that grew endlessly upward.

“Yaah, it’s really filthy high.”

“Because it’s Kswice.”

Kswice Great Forest.

The forest, where trees that could be a thousand years old grew tall, blocking the sun, boasted an overwhelming height.

The younger of the two women opened her mouth.

“Wouldn’t it be possible to go in here and get lost? Is the forest too thick?”

The woman, speaking in her lively voice, fearlessly brought up her distress story, to which the woman standing right next to her replied, pressing her hood deeply.

“If you go in, you die.”

The young woman frowned at her answer, which was different in her old age.

“Yes?”

“If you go in, you will die, Amira.”

“Why, is there a monster inside? Do you still not believe in my skills, Chief?”

A middle-aged woman called Du-ryeong turned her dry eyes to the younger woman.

“I don’t mean to scare you. She just told the truth.”

In an instant, Amira’s eyes changed.

With her sword in her hand slung over her shoulder and her confident expression on her face, Amira slashed her sword crosswise with a quick motion.

The flash-like movement emitted sword light and disappeared.

And the tree, which seemed to be well over six feet in circumference, slanted slowly, as if it were collapsing.

The woman gazed triumphantly at her tree, which had fallen toward her grove, leaving her neatly cut stump behind, placing her hands on her waist and stretching her shoulders in an exaggerated motion.

“I am like this.”

“That’s the problem, Amira.”

“… What do you mean?”

Amira pursed her lips and stared at the middle-aged woman with a pouting expression.

“Isn’t it because of my skill that the head brought me here?”

“Skill?”

The woman with the expression of “What are you talking about?” Returned her emotionless gaze to Amira.

“What are your skills?”

“Dooryeong-nim, are you doubting my skills after seeing that?”

But instead of answering her, the middle-aged woman raised her finger. Pointing in front of her with her languid movements, she asked Amira a question in a dry voice.

“That?”

“Then of course…”

Amira saw the tree standing tall even though she had just been cut down.

The tree, which was originally standing there, was unblemished.

“Uh?”

She was obviously slashed.

“Isn’t this forest crazy?”

“It’s crazy.”

The woman who nodded obediently turned her eyes to Amira.

“If you enter this crazy forest, you will surely die.”

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The woman’s eyes moved toward the forest with contempt for a moment. But as she tempered her feelings, which were slowly turning to anger, she let out a short sigh and opened her mouth to Amira.

“Force does not work here. So your skills are useless.”

“Ooh! Then why did you bring it?”

“Because it can only be accessed near this forest.”

“… Yes?”

The woman’s hand came up quickly.

“Opna hliðið.”

The twist of mana started at her fingertips. The Distortion, which started trivially, was instantly embodied in space as a dark blue sphere. A small burst was heard from her lady’s fingers as soon as the elongated oval sphere appeared.

The woman picked it up with her hand and wrapped it neatly in her handkerchief.

Taking her handkerchief deep into her arms, she opened her mouth to Amira.

“Let’s go.”

And as soon as she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman grabbed Amira by the arm and leaped into her portal.

* * *

With her eyes wide open in the refreshing morning sunlight, Balt let out her stretch and moved her body swiftly.

Ebalt, thinking about yesterday’s event, craving Fionir and craving Fe Diem, moved his body to the tent where Fionir was resting.

But before Ewald could enter, the tent door opened.

“Good morning, chief.”

“Pionir?”

Fionir, who ran his hand through his greasy hair, was languishing in the morning light.

“Did you stay up all night?”

“It’s a bit busy.”

“… I’m not such a vicious guy, so make sure to rest when you’re resting.”

“Once I started, I couldn’t stop.”

“… You are quite a workaholic too.”

“I want you to check on a few things, are you okay?”

“That’s right, work addiction.”

“Please check before that.”

Pionir, who had dragged Ewald into the tent, opened the map first. Ewald came quietly to his side and looked at the map with countless lines.

“You said Schheim moved from Zendwig Thuhm in a west-southwest direction.”

“Surely. And the direction is Sarmus.”

“But there is something rather odd about it.”

“Is that weird?”

Fionir nodded his head.

“It is far from the capital of the principality.”

“Is it?”

“Yes. In the direction indicated by the captain, it is precariously caught on the northwest border of the principality. It overlaps by only about three kilometers.”

“It’s not a perfectly accurate angle, so I think there will be some error.”

“You can talk about that too. But there are other problems.”

“Another pair of boots?”

“It is a war between the Kingdom of Stett and the Kingdom of Luxen.”

“… Are they still fighting?”

“If I do well, I think it will fill 50 years.”

“hahahaha, disgusting bastards.”

“Recently, the battlefield itself has become very narrow, so the military force has shrunk a lot in terms of scale. However, the problem is that it is difficult to enter the Principality of Sarmus by land.”

“Is it difficult?”

Ewald tilted his head.

“To be precise, it is difficult to move from the Empire to the Principality of Sarmus all at once.”

“… Details.”

“The Kswice Great Forest forms the natural border from the west to the north and northeast of the Principality of Sarmus, and the area from the northeast to the west borders the Stett Kingdom.”

As soon as the word Kswice came out, Ewald’s face was completely crushed, but Ewald, who quickly returned to his original expression, opened his mouth as if nothing had happened.

“Oh, it seems that Mr. Stett in the dog car class is a bit riotous, isn’t it? It was a barony there.”

“… It has been 20 years since we were united.”

“Move over the little things.”

Ebaltny, who had been stuck in a dungeon for nearly 30 years, of course had no choice but to know the story of 20 years ago.

“The problem is that the Empire’s entry and exit is strictly controlled in the Stett Kingdom. It’s not completely inaccessible, but it’s taking a long time because His Majesty’s letter itself is being denied.”

“The liver is big. Has Kasper left it alone?”

Although the fact that the emperor of his country was referred to as Kasper by name alone was a bit disturbing, Fiornier, who judged that Ewald would not have any connections, opened his mouth calmly.

“First of all, since Queen Stett is the second daughter of His Majesty the Emperor, I think it will be difficult for her to act hastily. Also, supplies and personnel are free to come out of the Stett Kingdom anyway, so there is no problem with importing rare minerals, so the imperial family doesn’t seem to be particularly dissatisfied.”

“Is it?”

“According to rumors, the imperial family led the kingdom to absorb the barony, but there is also a story that His Majesty’s second daughter blocked the border with the feeling, ‘f*ck off daddy!’ Because the bare land was excluded.”

A quick pity appeared on Kasper’s face.

“… Kasper is having a hard time too.”

“The problem is that because of that, we can’t enter the Principality of Sarmus anytime soon.”

“How long will it take?”

“They say it normally takes about two months.”

“Are you crazy? Two months?”

Ewald frowned.

Two months is enough time to analyze Schheim and even disband.

“It’s okay. Let’s break through.”

“The entire border of the Stett Kingdom, which borders the Empire, is surrounded by a castle, isn’t it?”

“… High?”

“High.”

“To the extent that I can’t get over it?”

“… It is absolutely impossible to take all of these people over.”

Ewald was starting to get annoyed.

“What about the sea?”

“I’ve considered it, but the port is too far. It will take about the same amount of time whether you enter through the stet or return to the ship.”

“… I will turn.”

“Thus.”

Fionir put his hand on the map.

“We must pass through the Kswice Great Forest.”

Ewald gritted his teeth.

However, Pioneer, who had no way of knowing Balt’s feelings, raised his head and gave a confident voice.

“Otherwise, Schheim will completely fall into the hands of the principality.”