37. Pineton (1)
The sun completely set and the night deepened.
The cries of insects in the wild rang out.
Yuma stared at the man in front of her.
The Marquis of Tornel, who could be said to be the owner of the land Yuma was currently standing on, was sitting in front.
This is because Tornel requested a face-to-face meeting with Yuma.
Tornell looked directly at Yuma. Tornel’s mouth opened.
“Grand Marshal Yuma, I have drawn up a rough negotiation plan for the end of the war with Martes, the great warrior of Paineton, whom you designated as your negotiation partner. Thanks to you defeating the conqueror, easy negotiations were possible.”
Defeated Kamet, the king of Pyneton.
That was the reason why the warriors of Pineton had no choice but to accept the result of the defeated country. The greatest role of the monks was to demonstrate inhuman force.
“We plan to take over the two regions closest to the Empire among Pyneton’s territories. We also agreed to receive grain and weapons in return for 20 years. They are also a powerful nation that has swallowed up numerous kingdoms. They know well the weight of the treaty. That’s it.”
It was all compensation at the level that a victorious country should receive.
“And we have received a 100-year unilateral non-aggression pact. If Paineton invades our country first, we will be subject to an all-out offensive by our country and its allied kingdoms.”
“I see.”
Yuma nodded his head.
“But why are you reporting that to me?”
“Yuma. That’s because you are still the commander-in-chief of this battlefield. Appointed through the imperial family.”
Under your name. A clear hierarchical relationship that requires reporting. If you think about it simply, Tornel seemed to be talking about that point. But in that simplicity, Tornel had a clear intention.
“I, the Marquis of Tornelle, do not pledge from now on to actively support his 1st Princess Brigitte.”
“Her first princess must be very reassuring.”
Tornell burst into laughter as he saw Yuma speaking indifferently.
She said Yuma did not seem to be very interested in supporting her as the 1st princess.
Tornell decided to lighten the seriousness a bit and change the topic.
“You said you have business within Pineton territory. When do you plan to leave?”
Yuma answered without hesitation.
“Tomorrow morning.”
Even the barracks of a victorious country belong to the battlefield.
A place where the corpses of imperial soldiers who died tragically are located. Sometimes, when you go outside, you will find soldiers and knights crying over the death of their comrades.
It was not a place worth staying.
“Is the number of people the same as when you came here?”
“I guess so.”
There seemed to be no need to add additional personnel.
‘I think it would be better to have at least one guide.’
Rather than walking through the center of Paineton’s territory, all you have to do is pass through Gelfiel Forest, a neglected forest, but it is still a foreign country. Of course, it would be convenient to have a guide.
However, it is not too late to find a guide after entering Pineton.
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As Yuma left the barracks, someone blocked his path again.
“Nice to meet you! Musin!”
He was Heigeld, the second of the ten imperial thrones. The knife mark above Heigelt’s eyebrow twitched. The spirit of victory flowed from his feet.
But he endured that greed.
It was only a ploy to reveal these feelings when the war had just ended.
“Are you going to the capital? Then it would be nice if we go together.”
“I still have business to attend to.”
“Hmm, is that so? I wonder what your business is.”
Yuma recalled the image of the man in front of her.
Heigelt.
Hollow mercenary leader.
And the second seat of the empire.
“Heigeld, will you support 1st Princess Brigitte?”
Heigelt raised the corners of his mouth at Yuma’s blunt words.
“Oh, do you want me to support Princess Brigitte?”
“That will be your choice.”
“hehehe, Yuma. If you continue to support the First Princess, I am willing to lend a hand. You are the hero of Astes.”
Hegelt was a battle fanatic whose thirst for battle filled his brain, but Shem’s ability to judge his situation was not that inferior.
The situation in the battle for the throne has already become too tilted. Towards 1st Princess Brigitte.
Yuma’s greatest contribution to the victory of this war will further contribute to this outcome.
And his achievements were so high. Hunting a dragon alone. There wouldn’t be many nobles who could turn an enemy against a being that could literally be called a one-man army, who had single-handedly changed the course of the battlefield.
“If the 1st Prince wants to do something foolish, I can protect the 1st Princess with my mercenary corps. The mercenary corps I have brought in now is not all. The Hollow’s flag is active throughout the empire. “The network of people I have built over my 60 years of life is quite wide.”
“You’re quicker than I thought.”
Heigelt clicked his tongue and smiled slyly.
“It’s not that I’m quick-witted. It’s that I have high survivability.”
1 In preparation for something that might happen to Princess Brigitte, Yuma, who even took her wide-footed Higelt, finished her conversation and entered her personal barracks to close her eyes.
Starting tomorrow, another forced march to the location of the Byakuya clan was waiting.
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The hot sun rose at dawn.
Yuma walked through the entrance of the barracks.
“….”
Someone was already waiting for him. Casiella, leader of the Dawn Revolutionary Group.
Her red hair was tied up tightly.
Yuma slowly opened her mouth.
“Please take good care of her 1st princess, Cassiella.”
Casiella bowed her waist deeply.
“Yes, Yuma.”
Casiella will ascend to her capital and add to the power of her 1st Princess Brigitte.
“Please return safely.”
Yuma slowly nodded her head.
“Okay, wait for me. In the capital.”
Caciela smiled brightly at Yuma’s words.
When we came outside,
“Yuma! Are you leaving?”
Hestia, the Miao swordsman, approached, pricking her ears.
Yuma wore a red cape over a black coat.
The red cloak worn by the Conqueror King Kamet was the symbol of the emperor that encompassed the vast land.
The red cape was vibrant.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Yuma, Clone, Hestia.
The three headed to the border area. While being escorted by twenty knights.
For a barracks that was hastily built for the purpose of negotiating the end of the war, a fairly decent looking barracks caught my eye.
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When Yuma opened the door and entered, someone jumped up.
It was Daejeon Martes who became the person in charge of negotiations for Pineton.
“God of War…!”
Martes kneels without hesitation.
“Get up.”
Martes quickly stood up.
A situation where 3 of the 5 great warriors died.
The son of the Conqueror is only 11 years old.
Martes was a man who might become the king of Paineton.
Now that he is leading the end-of-war coalition, he could actually be seen as the most likely candidate.
However, Martes did not think to bring up his pride to only one person, Yuma.
The more I thought about the majesty he displayed on the battlefield, the more my fear turned into awe.
“An official letter must have been sent to all the warriors of Pyneton. Never touch the person wearing the red cloak of the emperor and his group. And… Please accept this.”
Martes held out two items.
One was a bronze plaque with a lion on it. One was a map.
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“This bronze plaque is the badge worn by the great warriors of the kingdom. You can use this for identification within Pineton. And this is a map of the kingdom.”
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Yuma unfolded the map he had been given.
“I don’t dare guess what kind of business you have in your home country, but outside of the capital and nearby cities, there is significantly less development land.”
Yuma slowly scanned the map.
“Please seek guidance through mercenary groups or intelligence guilds throughout the kingdom. I would like to appoint a guide, but… They are far more effective as guides than knights or soldiers.”
Yuma also had no intention of asking Martes to provide guidance.
Many of Paineton’s warriors, including Marthes, view Yuma as a divine being rather than a human, but even so, he is clearly a regicide who killed their king.
Guide contracted with money was much better than knights and soldiers.
“I understand.”
On the map, Yuma’s destination, , Was clearly written in the continent’s official language.
‘The road is dizzy.’
A saint’s oracle that there is a
White Night Clan beyond the Gelfiel Forest.
The probability that the saint’s oracle was wrong was extremely low.
‘I need to find a guide to lead me only to the front of Gelfiel Forest.’
After organizing his thoughts, Yuma rolled his map back up nicely and placed it in his subspace pocket.
“Thank you, Martes.”
Martes bowed.
“Please find Martes one more time before you finish your business and return to the empire.”
“I understand.”
We’ll have to see the situation then.
Yuma left the barracks.
Martes bowed deeply until Yuma completely left the barracks.
“Let’s go.”
Clone and Hestia, who were outside the barracks, approached Yuma.
“Yes, Yuma.”
“Ugh, Yuma.”
Border line.
Approximately a thousand warriors of the barbarian nation were lined up at an angle in front of the border.
Yuma stepped on the border without hesitation.
The emperor’s red cloak draped over a black coat was vibrant.
It was the cloak of the dead conqueror.
A thousand warriors knelt down on their right knees in unison.
“Salute to the great warrior!!”
“Salute to the great warrior!!”
It was a tribute to the person who defeated their king.
It was an admission of defeat.
So, it was an attitude of submission.
Pyneton, a barbarian nation accustomed to subduing its opponents, faced complete submission this time.
Yuma and his party entered Pineton.
