I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 104

Episode 104 Revolutionary Defense War –

4th day after the Romantic Battle.

Normally, this would be normal once the cleanup is over, but many of the soldiers who had fought to the limit were sick, and the scale of the battle was so large that we were still reorganizing.

Crocs’ army, which had chased the imperial army and returned to take over the prisoners, decided to stay and support us, but Crocs decided to return to the Iberica Peninsula.

After Crocs and I destroyed the Abyss Corporation’s supplies and inflicted a serious blow on Porto and its allied tribes, the peninsula has been in a lull for a while, but that doesn’t mean the King’s long-term absence during the war is a problem.

No, it’s surprising that Crocs even came here in the first place.

“I feel a little sorry that you came a long way, but I made you go back right away without being able to treat you properly.”

When I expressed my gratitude and apology, Crocs responded with a hearty smile as always.

“Haha, isn’t that what exhibitions are like? “While I was here, I saw my brother’s face and got to know the people of Francia, so that’s it!”

“Thank you for saying that. Anyway, thank you again. “Thanks to you, we were able to win and overcome the crisis, so let’s count this as a personal debt, separate from the compensation given by the government.”

I knew it was coming, but it was perfect timing.

I can’t treat the fact that they came all the way here with a large army of 20,000 troops as giving me a small amount of help on their peninsula.

“Oh, if it’s a brother’s debt, this is a very lucrative thing!” “I’ll leave the unit to Shandra, so take care of it appropriately.”

“Take special care to avoid any major damage.”

Crocs burst out laughing again, wondering what I was saying.

Crocs laughed for a while, then closed his mouth and looked at me.

…That Orc, who looks like he’s a mixture of half muscle and half arrogance, is watching me?

While thinking that, Crocs slowly opened his mouth.

“Hey brother. “Can I ask a question that might be a bit rude?”

“hmm? “I owe you money, so ask me anything.”

Crocs raised his hand, smoothed his molars, and asked again.

“That woman who looks like the Countess of Aquitaine. “Can you believe it?”

“ok?”

Christine? Did you meet him on your way through the capital?

But why is the reaction like this?

“Is it possible that my fiancee made a mistake?”

“No, that’s not it.”

Crocs immediately denied it.

“Rather, he made a good offer. “He said that if we were allowed to build a new port in the northern part of the Iberica Peninsula, he would invest the necessary funds and teach us naval technology, so we could discuss it on his way back.”

Looking at it that way, from the beginning, a significant portion of the trade between Crocs’ brothers and Franzia was carried out through the upper reaches of Aquitaine.

Because most people living on the Iberica Peninsula lived in tribes, the only proper port that could be used as a trading port was Porto at the southern end of the peninsula.

So, we have been doing land trade through the gateway to the southern mountain range, but if we create a new trade port, trade will become easier.

“Isn’t that a good offer?”

“It’s a good offer, that’s why I’m asking. “I heard that she was my brother’s fiancée, but as far as I know, human couples are not necessarily on the same side but on good terms.”

This orc definitely knows humans well. Is it because I live with humans?

“That’s true, but as long as I’m friendly to you guys, she can be trusted. “I guarantee that.”

“Haha! “If you say so, I will believe it, brother!”

Crocs smiled brightly and nodded, but I was curious.

“But why did you ask that question?”

Although it involves bringing in foreign capital into the territory, the current relationship between the two countries seems to be in pretty good terms.

By now, the Aquitaine upper class has received orders from the government and is in the midst of building a fleet, including battleships, so its shipbuilding technology must be quite good.

I’ve said some pretty good things about Crocs, so there’s no way she’d be hostile toward him, right?

“I hope you don’t misunderstand what I’m saying, but it stinks.”

“…smell?”

Christine will only smell good.

No, not this.

When I came to my senses, Crocs brushed his molars again and opened his mouth.

“He acts kind and has the appearance of a human noble, but he smells just as dangerous as my henchmen, who are the strongest, if not the strongest, merchants I have ever met.”

Oh my.

I took a quick look at the agreement I brought with Hassan and signed it right away, so I thought Crocs was just trying to make amends, but that wasn’t the case. I guess he was the type of person who followed some sort of sixth sense.

Christine is definitely more noble than nobles and more dangerous than merchants.

Honestly, it’s scary to imagine that I, too, turn against her.

I smiled to myself, wondering if the Crocs brothers were being fooled by their shady fiancee? He looked at me with the same concern in his eyes, so I burst out laughing.

Within Franzia, the relationship between Christine and I is perceived as something that should not be involved, but since Crocs does not know much about Franzia’s internal situation, it is a refreshing reaction in its own way.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry. Because she’s only dangerous to her enemies. She and I know enough about each other. “The offer I made to you was certainly made out of half goodwill and half common interest.”

Crocs looked at me with slightly strange eyes and opened his mouth.

“okay. Looking at your reaction, I don’t think there’s any need to worry. “I was sorry for unnecessarily doubting my brother’s fiancée.”

“no. “I guess that’s why you have such good sense.”

Christine is basically a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor, and she is not someone who is unnecessarily cautious when she needs to be.

Since I told you about this, I’m sure he would have treated Crocs kindly as well, but this orc can sense that with just his senses and be on guard, which is amazing.

Rather, I feel relieved. Because I realized that these angry brothers are not the kind of orcs that will go around getting bullied like I thought.

“Hahaha, is that so? Then, I will gratefully accept the favor shown by my brother’s fiancée!”

It would be good for trade if they had a proper port, but I don’t know. Perhaps the day will come when the navies of the Franzian and Iberian brother countries will conduct joint operations.

“Yes, you won’t regret that choice. “I will also put the help you gave me to good use.”

I shook Crocs’ huge hand and sent this angry orc I hadn’t seen in a long time to leave.

By the way, speaking of Christine, I feel nostalgic for no reason.

* * *

One week since the Battle of the Plains Western Besançon.

Close to 12,000 prisoners of the German Empire were staying in the empty Besançon cityscape after the residents had evacuated.

The imperial army’s prisoners were trembling at first.

I couldn’t help but be very concerned about how the captured invading troops would be treated.

However, right after the battle, the revolutionary army was exhausted and did not even have the energy to do so, and after the revolutionary army had rested and regained its energy, the Queen had already requested that they not mistreat the prisoners.

After a few days, the imperial prisoners were able to receive light first aid, and a few days later, the Saint Queen of Francia began to go around and treat those with serious injuries.

Of course, there were some who suffered and died because they were pushed out of the priority list, but as the week went on, the mood of the imperial prisoners was not only relaxed, but they even showed strange scenes.

In a room where the sun has already set and the magic light shines.

“Hehe, don’t you get out of the way when I say something nice?”

As the grim-faced imperial soldier rolled his eyes, the other soldier who caught his gaze quietly averted his gaze.

The soldier had a red cloth wrapped around his feet.

“If you don’t answer or get out of the way, are you asking me to help you get out?”

“I can’t even walk properly.”

“Ehehe, that’s it. It’s this room’s turn today. Look at this shoulder. The bandages, which are very red, have a musty smell and are so uncomfortable and stinging that I can’t stand it? “Friend, please make some concessions to your poor comrade.”

The soldiers who gave the imperial troops roughly first aid divided them into different rooms, and the imperial troops, who did not know what that meant at first, understood the atmosphere after a few days.

It seems that they were roughly categorized according to the severity of the injury, and their Saint Queen would go to the room with the most severe condition first, provide treatment, and then return.

Because they noticed this, a frustrating situation arose where a person with a slightly injured shoulder tried to chase away a person with a severely injured leg who could not walk so that he could receive treatment first.

The soldier with the injured leg looked around, but unfortunately, there was no one from the same princely country in this room.

Of course. In the first place, the tough-looking soldier was probably thinking of attacking an easy-going person who was playing alone.

The soldier with the injured leg had an aggrieved expression on his face as everyone looked away, but the vicious soldier became even more energetic, showing his face and opening his foul-smelling mouth.

“Hey buddy. Still, let’s do some good things among fellow imperial comrades and get out of the way if we get into trouble, right?”

Even though everyone’s eyes were focused on the two, none of the imperial soldiers bothered to intervene in this troublesome matter.

To begin with, the people in this room were still somewhat seriously injured.

“Still, seeing how you force fellow Imperial Army comrades to do good things, it seems like you need harsh treatment instead of treatment.”

Instead, what came in was the voice of a woman who was quite friendly despite her fatigue and irritation.

“Huh?”

“omg!”

“St. Saint Queen.”

Eris, who was the one who received the frightened gaze of the imperial troops, strode into the room with her long silver hair flowing and faced the fierce man who had been threatening her colleague just now with her distinctive purple eyes.

“Oh, this is a misunderstanding-”

“Please subdue it.”

“Oops!”

No sooner had Eris finished speaking than Sir Frédéric de Beaumont, who moved like lightning, defeated the fierce imperial army.

“This profit-evil!”

The fierce man, who had been trying to resist before he knew it, tried to raise his head, but his head was stepped on by Sir Beaumont’s foot and he fell to the cold floor.

“Uuuuh-!”

While everyone was speechless, Eris smiled with a kind face and opened her mouth.

“I believe there will be no more people like this. Anyway, I know everything when I see it, so if there is a guy like this, would you please leave voluntarily? …If you don’t want to get sick.”

As silence passed, Eris glanced at the wounded Imperial soldiers in the room, nodded, and smiled.

“great. Then let’s get started. Ah, before that.”

Eris looked down with cold eyes at the man struggling under Lord Beaumont and said.

“Fran-no, Sir Beaumont, would you mind cleaning him up?”

“As you command, Your Majesty.”

“This profit! Let go of this- oh no, let it go- ugh-!”

As the man who had pretended to be strong just a moment ago was dragged helplessly by Lord Beaumont’s overwhelming power, Eris quietly knelt down and closed her eyes.

While the wounded soldiers of the Imperial Army looked on blankly, the light radiating from Eris covered the entire room.

All of the wounded soldiers in the room vividly felt the wounds tingling, the pain disappearing, and some vitality returning to their bodies.

The wounded soldiers, who could not take their eyes off the dreamy sight of Eris’s wavy hair, dyed gold in the brilliant light, returning to silver, were one step late in reacting.

“Oh oh…!”

“Miracle…”

“St. Saint…”

Seeing the sight of the Imperial soldiers, who were now in good health, bowing their heads without even thinking about who was the first, Eris stood up as if she was used to it, dusted off her robes, and opened her mouth.

“Even if you feel fine, if you don’t rest properly, it can wear off. Do not group together and do not fight. then.”

“Now just a moment…!”

As Eris was about to leave the room, the man who had just been being threatened by a grim-faced soldier called out to her and immediately shouted something.

When Eris heard those words, her eyes widened and then she smiled, albeit with a tired face.

* * *

“It’s okay now.”

As soon as Eris finished speaking, Sir Beaumont stepped aside, and the man with his head in the cold, dirty hallway quickly bowed his head and started talking servilely.

“I was wrong. Her Majesty the Queen. “It was really a minor misunderstanding-”

“Yes, I should have listened to that point.”

“Yes yes?”

The man unconsciously raised his head and was horrified to see Eris pulling a whip made of light in her hand.

“First of all, that’s right.”

“Uh, uh, am I a wounded soldier?”

“i know! “Because this is therapy!”

“evil! “What kind of treatment is this?”

“Because your mind is more anxious than your body, treating it this way is more effective!”

“What on earth is that?”

For a while, the exciting sound of a whip cutting through the wind, the sound of a whip snapping, and the sound of a clanging sound rang out.

“Ahh! Wrong! sorry! Please forgive me! “I will never do something like that again!”

It didn’t take more than a few minutes for the man to beg with tears in his eyes.

Eris took a deep breath and lifted the whip.

“Whoa whoa.” “Look, I can hear you well.”

The man shed tears and snot at the Queen’s incomprehensible words and suddenly touched his shoulder.

“Am I better?”

“Go to your original room and spread the word. “If you do something like this, you will be treated this way, so don’t do it.”

“Ah, I understand!”

As the man quickly ran away, Lord Beaumont spoke.

“Are you okay, Your Majesty?

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Even though it looks like this, it is a method that has been proven by a bad count.”

“Isn’t it just to relieve stress?”

Eris turned her back on the sudden intruder and immediately covered her mouth with her hand and laughed.

“I got caught.”

Pierre de Lafayette, the one who intervened, sighed softly.

“With the complexion. “Is that enough for today, Your Majesty?”

“I tried to do that even if I didn’t have to.”

Eris hummed lightly, approached Pierre, and asked.

“Is that what you came to say?”

Pierre lifted up a document that appeared to be a report and waved it.

“It’s a bit absurd. Treating hundreds of people per day? Your Majesty, you are not a god. “I couldn’t stop the revolutionary army, but do we have to treat the imperial army like this?”

Eris walked slowly until she reached Pierre and looked up.

“A wound that can somehow be repaired now becomes a disability that can be endured for the rest of your life in just a few weeks.”

“Yes, they are enemies. “They are paying the price for their aggression.”

Eris smiled softly and asked back.

“Marquis, have they decided on war?”

“…no.”

“Then how many of them came to the battlefield voluntarily?”

“….”

“The ruler decides on war, and most of the people who bleed on the battlefield are simply those who are ruled. “I think they are victims too, Marquis.”

“The revolutionary army is a revolutionary army because it rose up without enduring the violence of the oppressors, Your Majesty. Unlike those who obey.”

“And unlike them, in Francia, a situation was created where ideas that could lead to a revolution spread and the revolutionary army could win. “That’s the only difference between us and them.”

Pierre paused for a moment and then spoke.

“You are the Queen of the Frangias, Your Majesty.”

“That’s right, Marquis. For me, the top priority is Franzia. But I don’t think I deserve to be called a saint if I stay still when there are people I can save if I reach out right now.”

Pierre sighed lightly.

“I am concerned about your health. “Have you rested properly since the battle?”

“It’s not long now, so I’ll take a good rest when I’m done. Oh.”

Eris smiled and took out a piece of paper with something written on it from her robe and handed it to Pierre.

“What is this, Your Majesty?”

“People who want to change careers.”

Pierre flicked through the list and answered.

“…conversion. this? all? “It looks like there are a thousand people.”

Eris smiled and nodded.

“Those who were sold to the battlefield because they had no connections, those who came to the battlefield because they were the third or fourth son and had nothing to salvage from home, those who came to the battlefield because they were sick of it, and those who didn’t want to fight anymore and, um…”

Eris looked around and added.

“From those who want to serve me to those who say the treatment of prisoners by the revolutionary army is better than the treatment of soldiers by the imperial army. They say they will all join the revolutionary army.”

“…her.”

Eris slowly tilted her head and smiled.

“How do you feel? “Don’t you think that they could do the same thing as us if they had the chance?”

“…If the prisoner just wanted to live for now or be more comfortable. “Hmm, he could be a spy.”

Eris furrowed her brows and spoke with a sullen expression.

“A patient with a suspected disease.”

“Because that’s my job. I am the commander, and they are enemies that I must suspect and deal with effectively. Still…”

Pierre added with a grin.

“Very well, Your Majesty. Since you’ve said this much, let me think about it a little differently.”

“Are you saying they are people like us?”

“…Well, it seems like it could be used as a way to shake up the imperial army.”

Eris eventually smiled bitterly.

“You have no romance.”

Pierre also smiled bitterly and held out his hand.

“I will leave that to your Majesty. “Rather than that, I must take Your Majesty to a resting place right away. Of course, I have no choice.”

Eris smiled and answered as she gave Pierre her hand.

“Okay then I’ll leave that to you.”