129 – The story after the victory (1)
“…… The command of the landing force led by Sonny Zeppelin occupied the Azov Islands. Since the establishment of the Duchy of Ukraine from the Rus Tsar Empire, we have recovered the lost territory in 70 years.”
An urgent message sent from the front line.
“Yes!”
King Orlando Ruth III, who was waiting with his vassals in Portmorque, jumped up from his seat and raised his fist.
“What did I say? They didn’t say they would make it!!”
At the words of King Orlando Ruth III, all of his officials were making strange faces. A “Complete victory” That will be recorded for the first time in the history of the Ukrnian principality.
In addition to that, the Azov National Liberation Front, which had been thrust into it like a thorn in the eye, was also completely rooted out.
There is no way this is not good news.
But at the same time, they felt a strange sense of danger.
Sonny Zeppelin and his gang come up terrifyingly, sweeping all sorts of criminal records.
The vague fear that one’s position may be threatened at any time also coexists.
Unlike the previous kings, Orlando Ruth III was a monarch who was passionate about increasing military power and developing technology.
While importing a large number of advanced cultures from the West, they were sharply estranged from the empire.
I was worried that such a decision might provoke a sleeping brown bear.
Although peace comes from strong national power.
Since they have lived in a time when the entire continent was peaceful all their lives, there were not a few bureaucrats who thought that Orlando Ruth III’s actions were rather damaging to peace.
“The Secretary of State must report the beneficiaries of this war immediately, and prepare a grand celebration!”
“I will do as I please.”
“Treasurer Radelph. Open the treasury so that citizens can distribute two sacks of wheat each. From this hour today, I, Orlando Rus III, will make this day the Ukrnian National Day, ‘Victory Day’!”
“Yes, I understand.”
A national festival proclaimed by the king himself.
Ukraine should have been full of laughter at the news of a great victory.
There weren’t many people who could be happy.
Conflict.
The unsettling energy that had been rising little by little was gradually engulfing Ukraine.
***
“With the above, we will conclude the funeral ceremony for 832 people. Eternal peace to the brave comrades-in-arms of Ukraine, who brought glory to their country.”
I came down from my speech and placed the white chrysanthemum on top of the coffin wrapped around the Ukrnian flag.
Ba- ba- cheek.
Dung. Ridge.
The Requiem Mass, composed of low, monotonous notes, resounds, and whimpers can be heard from everywhere.
After the end of the Kuernen War, the first schedule announced by the Landing Force Command was a memorial ceremony for those who were crushed on the frontlines.
“Everyone…… To the heroes, salute!”
Papa Pang!
Pang!
White smoke billowed from the 57mm grizzly howitzers lined up in the corner. A total of 21 guns.
This wasn’t the first time I’d participated in a funeral ceremony, but I didn’t think I’d be able to adapt to this heavy, steamy atmosphere no matter how many times I tried.
“If only I had been a little better… ….”
“Lieutenant Bell has done his duty.”
I consoled her by her side as she bit her lip in resentment.
Both Rumia and Roxanna were the same, with gloomy expressions. Comrades died. There must have been some among them who had maintained a close relationship with both Rumia and Roxanna.
‘War is always like that.’
I held my breath and watched the coffins exiting the ceremony hall.
It wasn’t until after finishing all the last steps like that.
We got out of the funeral hall.
“It’s cold.”
The season of midwinter, when a year has already passed and the cold is blowing through the flesh. I never thought I would spend the New Year this way.
It was a time when I clicked my tongue in a bitter mood.
“Lieutenant Colonel Enoch Levandell.”
“?”
Someone tapped me on the back. Turning his head, he saw that it was Sonny Zeppelin’s lieutenant.
“The Commander is calling.”
“Ah.”
“Then we will go first.”
The three nodded and went back to the unit first.
I followed my adjutant into the temporary headquarters of the landing force headquarters in Portmork. It was not a victory ceremony, and the funeral ceremony could not be held in the Azov Islands.
Only the 19th Division, which maintained relatively intact forces, remained in the current system.
“The funeral speech was good. It was impressive.”
“Thank you.”
“…… Thanks to that, the sacrifices of those friends were not in vain.”
Sonny Zeppelin spoke in a calm and heavy manner, not his usual playful tone.
“Anyway, the war is over.”
“That’s right.”
“Three months…… If it’s long, it’s long, if it’s short, it’s short.”
It wasn’t long after I returned from the Reinhardt Empire.
The country was turned upside down by the sudden invasion of the Azov National Liberation Front.
According to the urgent dispatch order, the invading army that fearlessly occupied the country was driven out from Maniopol to Portmork.
And that wasn’t enough, they launched an invasion of the islands, expelled the most powerful anti-government forces in the country, and even recovered their territories.
In just a few months, this is a huge achievement.
Looking at it like this, it’s kind of amazing.
“That’s why His Excellency the King is planning a triumphal ceremony. At first, there was talk of starting from the Azov Islands and moving to Kayev, the capital… ….”
“That went too far.”
“Isn’t it? So, I also gave my opposite opinion, and in the end, the compromise was from Maniopol to Kayef. And the unit that will be at the forefront of the procession of improvement is the 8th Assault Magical Infantry Combat Team.”
My thoughts as soon as I heard Sonny Zeppelin’s words.
The thing to come had come.
***
[Victory to be recorded in history. Glory to the finally perfected Ukraine!]
[Great Mage Sonny Zeppelin, Prove it with Results!]
[The first-class contributor to the war is the 8th Assault Magic Infantry Combat Team. Sonny Zeppelin’s sharpest sword.]
[Prince Orlando Rus, January 18th as Ukrnian Victory Day!]
[Enoch Levandel, is he a god?]
“Extra! Extra!!”
“We won! After the war, the Azov Islands were recovered!!”
“Does anyone have any papers left?! I’m selling one quickly because I’m paying more!”
As soon as today’s newspaper was published, watching the citizens rushing like the undead who saw the living.
Sarah Ronald, head of the Wilson Times Ukraine chapter (read LA and, in effect, the editorial department) smiled with satisfaction.
As soon as the news of Ukraine’s victory was officially heard, the only newspaper in Ukraine, the Wilson Times, went into full operation 24 hours a day.
As much as we made sure to prepare by taking over a local newspaper, supply will not keep up with demand like last time.
The Wilson Times has been selling like hot cakes ever since the reporting restrictions were lifted.
As Enoch Levandel said, a newspaper that sold only a few hundred copies a day when it simply published news from abroad sold tens of thousands of copies a day as soon as it covered the Quernen War.
Even outside of Kayef, there were a lot of merchants bringing money and asking for newspapers right away.
The corners of Sarah Ronald’s mouth never went down even a day.
“Editor-in-chief!”
“Why? If you are a merchant who wants to supply newspapers, tell them that they have already signed contracts.”
“That’s not it. Wilson Times…… It’s from headquarters.”
From noble mtl dot com
Headquarters?
As soon as she heard those words, Sarah Ronald rose straight from her seat.
“Sarah Ronald, long time no see.”
“Deputy Director Jerryson!!”
Wilson Times’ second person in Ukraine?
Sarah Ronald was sure that the thing he had been waiting for so long was right around the corner.
Deputy Director Jerryson shook her hand lightly with her, then slammed her ass on the couch in her editor-in-chief’s room.
“Certainly, the outskirts are good. ‘New Yorktown’ is too loud. Your face is also open.”
“hahahaha, not just because of the environment.”
“Today was especially noisy. It seems that the news of the victory of the Ukrnians was announced extensively, right?”
“That’s right.”
As Sarah Ronald laughed, Deputy Director Jerison pulled a letter from his bosom.
The seal of the Wilson Times is stamped, and the name ‘Wilson’ is written in scrawl at the bottom.
“This is… ….”
“The director has decided to upgrade the Ukrnian branch to ‘Qing’ level.”
“Yes!?”
“Looks like you liked these articles, Director. Besides, that Enoch Levandel friend…… It seems the director is in charge of something.”
Wilson, the director who founded the Wilson Times, was famous for having superhuman intuition.
The reason why he ‘reluctantly’ dispatched Sarah Ronald to Ukraine, a weak country caught between the Imperial Alliance and the Free Alliance, was also based on his intuition.
“The director’s will is to stick close to him from now on and actively bring news articles that can make money, Commissioner Sarah Ronald.”
Chief.
How long have you been waiting for this day to come? He was more than just a head of a branch, he was a commissioner.
“Wilson Times Ukraine Reporter. Let’s grow well.”
“…… !!!! I will do my best!!”
Sarah Ronald jumped up and bowed his extended head.
