I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 54

Revolutionary Period – Breakthrough (1)

We were busy preparing everything possible to fight against an overwhelming enemy.

Finally, a report arrived that the enemy had begun their advance towards Reims.

This is the place where tens of thousands of revolutionary troops were summoned to fight against this.

The letters that had been received in advance from the capital Lumière and had been busily sorted were distributed to each unit.

We requested letters of encouragement from almost every military family member we could.

An idea that came up to somehow make up for the morale lost after seeing the enemy’s anti-magic spell.

…It’s more of a struggle.

As I saw those who received the letters shed tears or were happy, my chief of staff, Louis Desget, came here carrying a box.

The seal on the box is very familiar. The emblem of Aquitaine….

I laughed.

I thought they were only sending it to the soldiers, but it looks like Christine sent it to me

as well – Deje passed me and handed the box to Eris, who was standing next to me.

“uh?”

“uh?”

Eris and I both made stupid noises.

“It was sent by the Count of Aquitaine, saint. Ah, the Marquis….”

After handing the box and letter to Eris, Deze took out another letter and handed it to me.

“….”

What is it?

Even though I try to think it’s okay because she wrote me a proper letter, I don’t know why she only sent letters to me and gifts to Eris.

Were the two of you that close? I think I almost got burned.

“Hehe-”

Eris narrowed her eyes and looked back and forth between the letter in my hand and the box and letter she had received, which made me cry without realizing it.

“Eris, what is that?”

“I don’t know~ I have to secretly open the gift I received!”

“Oh Eris! for a moment!”

“Ahaha, it’s a gift that Christine sent just to me!”

Eris ran away looking excited while holding the box with both hands.

Oh, just leave that damn princess alone.

Since when did you decide to make fun of me for calling me that friendly?

…I’m absolutely not jealous.

Christine must have thought of everything.

I don’t think it’s because he got angry and said that I took the risk of leading the charge as soon as he got engaged.

Feeling a little scared for some reason, I took a deep breath and opened the letter. Unlike the flowery language we had exchanged before, I saw a very neatly written sentence.

[Pierre, you must have thought it through before deciding.

Because it’s me, I only say what I can say.

You don’t have to feel sorry for me for giving up on a path that is as good as death even if you survive.

I trust you, so I will wait and hope that you will repay my trust.

Yours, Christine]

I quietly put the letter back in the envelope and put it in my coat pocket.

I felt foolish for worrying about what I would do if Christine resented me.

She understood everything about what I was afraid of and why I made this choice, and there was only one thing she asked me to do.

“under.”

I can’t lose even if I feel sorry after hearing these words.

Let’s go beyond the blue knight.

–

After delivering the letter to the entire army, some time had passed and by the time preparations for departure were completed, the faces of the soldiers were quite worth seeing.

Some people have faces full of determination, while others still have tears in their eyes.

I glanced at Deje next to me.

“Is this okay?”

Desais, who was the original initiator of this idea, quietly averted his gaze.

“It’ll be okay, I guess. At least there aren’t many faces that want to run away, right? …It seems to me that the Marquis is also quite motivated.”

…I have a useless sense of humor.

I sighed softly and went forward and grabbed the magic tool that expanded the sound.

It was originally sent by the revolutionary government to be used by Balian, who couldn’t handle magic, but I never thought I, who suddenly became the leader of a death-defying assault troop, would end up using it.

Balian made eye contact with me from below and smiled.

You are also very shameless.

I laughed and took a deep breath, and the sound of my breathing echoed through the plain without any filtering.

After a moment of silence.

I could hear laughter coming from all over the place.

Oh shit. Out of shape.

“…Ha, let’s keep it short. Gentlemen, we have nowhere to retreat. This place is close to Lumière, the capital of Reims. “If we are defeated here, Lumiere will become a battlefield, and if we lose the capital, all that will remain of the Republic is defeat.”

There is no place to retreat.

“Some people may think that we are reckless in trying to stand up to that powerful enemy. But I assert: “If we all work together, we will win.”

I saw the knights looking at me from down there.

Count Gaston Damien de Mirbeau and his knights who jumped into the enemy lines with me.

Those who were once symbols of the oppression of the old regime are now on their side.

“I will lead the way myself, and the Knights of Francia will follow behind me. “We will be the tip of your spear, so follow us.”

No matter how much we try to open the road, they will squeeze in through the open road and if we do not widen it, we will be surrounded and destroyed.

Without any certainty of victory, I entrust my life to the commoners and charge forward. Previously, I would never have made this choice.

I opened my mouth again as I looked at Eris, who was quietly sitting next to me with her hands clasped together.

“The saint is with us, so God’s grace will protect you.”

As soon as I finished speaking, Eris spread her clasped hands towards the sky.

Accordingly, a ray of light spreads out in the sky like an aurora and begins to flow over the heads of the soldiers lined up.

“Oooh…”

“God.”

“Saint…”

The soldiers looked at the sky in wonder as if they were fascinated.

It appears to be a blessing that is infinitely close to a miracle, but it is a phenomenon that merely dissipates divine power through the use of magical power.

In some ways, it was just a deception, but it instilled the confidence that today’s soldiers need more than anything else.

As I saw the soldiers finally regaining their confidence, I was reminded of their resentment.

“I believe that you all know, without me having to tell you, what King Louis did before the revolution. “King Louis, who borrowed the power of those foreign powers, might do something to make them pay.”

There must be quite a few people who are here right now who have seen their family members and neighbors being sold to the devil.

“You all have people on your back to protect. So do I. That’s why it doesn’t matter whether you’re a noble, a knight, or a commoner. “We all fight for the same goal: to protect Francia!”

We have a family behind our backs that they have to protect, and Christine that I have to protect. That’s enough.

“I will trust you and lead the way, so you too must trust me and follow me! One for all, one for all! For your loved ones, for the freedom you have won, for Franzia!”

“For Franzia!”

The soldiers shouted as if the plain was about to disappear.

I glanced at Eris, whose hands were shaking slightly, and shouted as I pulled out my sword.

“The revolutionary army is launching!”

–

A few days later.

The battlefield near Reims, where summer has passed and early fall has entered.

Once again, tens of thousands of armies on both sides covered the vast plains.

Archduke Leopold clicked his tongue as he observed the French Revolutionary Army through a telescope.

“What kind of herpes is that?”

Infantry in the middle of the line, cavalry on both wings, and artillery in the rear.

This is common sense herpes.

However, they placed their cavalry behind the center line infantry.

even.

Archduke Leopold narrowed his eyes in disbelief even after seeing it with his own eyes.

“Is that an artillery unit?”

Right in front of the cavalry is a mounted artillery unit pulling small-caliber cannons on horses.

“…It seems so, Your Highness.”

Likewise, the staff member who looked at it through the telescope also had a very suspicious look on his face.

“Have you ever seen herpes like that?”

The cavalry and mounted artillery were placed in the center and at the front right behind the line infantry?

“Well, I guess he lost his morale and gave up after seeing the last Great Magic Act.”

Although the staff’s words sounded reasonable at first glance, the Archduke narrowed his brows.

“Neither of their generals, Balian and Lafayette, are like that.”

There is a precedent for the ‘Great King’ of Krafte to demonstrate mobile artillery warfare using horse artillery.

However, the significance of the mounted artillery is to quickly move to an appropriate firing position and fire.

Rather than firing a direct-fire gun at the back of a friendly soldier to take them out, they placed it in the center of the front line?

The Archduke sighed lightly and gave an order.

“I don’t know the enemy’s intentions, but it’s not polite to refuse to be spoon-fed. “Concentrate artillery fire on the enemy artillery and cavalry in the center of all artillery units.”

“ancient!”

After giving the order, the Archduke turned his gaze to the side and looked at the old witch who was blowing out cigarette smoke from her bear room.

“Frau Weinfeld.”

“ah. I know, Archduke. “Once the enemy is clearly close to the engagement range, I cast the spell.”

“Please make sure to protect it. Your enemies know how dangerous your magic is, so they might try to trick you into using it and then running away. So, I want you to wait until they get close and sweep them away in one go.”

Wilhelmina chuckled and nodded.

“Is it okay, Archduke?”

–

Raphael Balian clicked his tongue while endlessly examining the enemy lines with a telescope in his hand.

“Tsk, plan 2 is discarded.”

The two armies got quite close, but the Storm Witch didn’t even show any sign of trying to cast anti-magic.

If the witch casts a spell before the effective engagement distance is reached, the witch will temporarily retreat.

Although such a plan was planned as plan 2, it seems that the enemies are not that stupid either.

If you make a hasty retreat this close, you will be immediately chased and suffer extreme damage.

“I can’t. There is no choice but to follow the original plan. “Please, Lord Desais.”

“Please leave command of the old Confederate army to me.”

Desget, who was in command instead of the Marquis de Lafayette, who was to charge, walked away, and Balian clenched his fists as he felt a tingling sensation in his fingertips.

The thrill of taking a gamble that puts everything into it. The exhilaration of trying a tactic that no one has ever seen before.

Amidst all these sensations, Balian quenched his appetite while looking towards the Marquis de Lafayette in front of him.

If I had known this would happen, I would have learned enough magic to protect myself instead of saying I would study military science more while I was learning magic.

“Now, Archduke Leopold. Try it once. I can’t be the only one who gets this shit. is not it?”

Balian grinned.

–

Beyond the veil, the waves of white military uniforms waving along the horizon are getting closer.

Eris tried to control her breathing, which was becoming increasingly difficult.

If the witch casts a spell before the effective engagement distance is reached, the witch will temporarily retreat.

Plan 2, which Pierre heard about, probably failed.

Eris slowly raised her hand and stretched it toward the sky.

A golden barrier was erected in front of the cannonball that flew into the center with a roar, and the cannonball that hit it fell helplessly.

A tingling pain came to my heart.

A force she has claimed to be the origin of.

Actually, it’s probably divine power.

This is an ability I gained after praying earnestly to God to show my mother, who was dying in endless sadness and depression, smiling once more after leaving the palace.

Eris unconsciously tried to reach out towards the cannonball flying next to her, but then clenched her fist and lowered her hand.

Soon, a falling shell hit the battle line and an erupting scream hit Eris’ ears.

Eris closed her eyes for a moment and then turned her gaze to the cavalry lined up next to her and the man at the head of them.

-I am now asking you, as a saint, to lead them and drive them into that limbo.

Pierre requested so.

Eris glanced back.

Countless waves wearing blue military uniforms are advancing.

Even after seeing an overwhelming natural disaster, countless people follow her, believing in her and the knights who lead her, seeing only the fantastic light she showed.

Once again, a shell flew in from the front.

Eris blocked it with divine power and endured the familiar pain.

It takes a lot of power to heal and save those who are already seriously injured and dying when that shell falls, but it takes much less power to actually block the attack that threatens them.

It is so difficult to save someone who is already broken.

Eris was not able to be with her mother when she died, whom she saved with strength.

-What’s wrong with a saint who tries to save people? Those who decide who to save and who to kill are bad.

She clearly doesn’t deserve to be called a saint because she is giving up those she could have saved if she just stretched out her hands right now, and is only saving those who absolutely must be saved.

Nevertheless, moving forward.

Because I swore.

Now I could see the enemies getting really close.

The moment Eris took a deep breath, she felt a tingling sensation as if all her magical energy was being drained.

A witch floating in the air is seen where the gaze is reflexively directed.

Almost at the same time, a horn sounded from the head of the cavalry.

The infantry standing in front split to the left and right, and horses carrying small-caliber cannons and mounted artillerymen began to gallop forward.

“Following the horse artillery unit! Stay in line and prepare to charge! “Ready to charge!”

Along with Pierre’s shout, Eris kicked her horse as well.

Unlike the sporadic shots from before, a huge number of shells flew in at once.

-Marquis de Lafayette. If you don’t trust this country, trust me.

He said so himself.

Eris tightly grasped the crystal she was holding inside her robe.

Magic amplification modification. An item sent by Christine as a favor to Pierre.

Soon, a crazy swirling magic swirled through her body, giving her an endless sense of elation.

Ah, this is how it feels.

When I raised my hand, a barrier of incomparable size was revealed.

The feeling of the impact of the shell hitting the heart seems to have disappeared.

I feel this sense of omnipotence.

Eris glared at the witch floating in the air in the distance with burning eyes.

That person brought about such a disaster with his gaze as if he were killing an insect by stepping on it.

As the mounted artillery charged fiercely, the enemies ahead were seen panicking, and huge fireballs erupted from the enemy lines and flew towards us at once.

“Eris!”

After hearing Pierre’s urgent cry, Eris once again stretched both hands to the sky.

Huge fireballs hit the golden barrier like crazy, and Eris almost fell off her horse from the shock that struck her heart.

But I gritted my teeth and held on.

-No matter what the cost. Even if this body breaks.

There are tens of thousands of people standing here who believe in just one baseless statement they made.

Eris knows that no matter what she does, she cannot give them a greater price than their lives.

A little bit ahead.

“The Holy Virgin protects us!”

“Charge, charge forward! For the win!”

The horse artillery and cavalry charging fiercely, followed by the entire Frangian army.

As the mounted artillery came to a close range of the enemy line infantry and stopped, pointing its guns at the enemies, shock and astonishment were seen spreading across the faces of the enemies.

Almost like a struggle, another volley of artillery fire and fireballs flew in.

Eris held another crystal in her hand. This is the last one.

This item was prepared by a person who wrote a letter that seemed to be pleading because he could not stop his lover who was heading to death.

-I will definitely lead you to victory.

To keep those words. Eris reached out her other hand to the sky, clutching her heart that was pounding as if it was going to burst.

Amid the impact sound of the shell hitting the wall and the explosion of fireballs in succession, Eris felt her eyes turn white and fell from her horse.

When I finally came to my senses, I was in Lord Beaumont’s arms.

As Eris turned her trembling eyes forward, she saw the muzzles of well-protected horse artillery guns spewing fire all at once and showering the crowded enemies with pellets.

Eris’ eyes slowly closed as she looked at the disastrous situation being created by those she protected.

“Good job Eris. Leave the rest to you.”

Just before I lost consciousness, I heard a soft voice.

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