I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 76

Episode 76 Governor-General Government – King’s Brother (2) The

delegation was naturally surprised by King Crocs’ proposal to take the commander-in-chief of a country like a military attaché.

However, the treaty was signed much faster than I expected, so my schedule was lost, and my friend said he was going to fight, so I accepted it because I thought I would leave immediately after saying I had done my business.

It’s not like Crocs wanted any kind of army to participate in the war anyway, and it seems like a cultural difference, so I decided to just follow Gaston, who was my escort.

This is a wilderness under the scorching sun of midsummer.

We left early in the morning, so even though it is still morning, the heat from the heated ground is rising into a haze.

I watched the marching Crocs army with interest.

A mixed army composed of orcs and goblins.

It was the same in the village, but the army was also organized separately by race, and judging from the fact that people of the same race were marching together, it seemed that people of the same race mostly stayed together.

Their army is quite disciplined, but at the same time freewheeling.

Those marching are keeping their ranks in an orderly manner, but they do not have the colorful, uniform uniforms that we dress our troops in.

In the meantime, seeing them chatting freely while marching shows that although they basically get along with members of the same race, they also seem to interact quite naturally with other races.

By the way, some of the humans are holding muskets, but overall, there are a lot of cold weapons…

for that matter.

“Surprisingly, I don’t see anyone wearing iron armor.”

“Hahaha! “If you wear something like that in this weather, you’ll collapse from exhaustion before you even fight!”

Crocs responded with a cheerful smile.

Surely, in weather like this, it would probably get hot just by wearing a breastplate.

Perhaps that is why each human soldier wears either appropriate leather armor or clothes that cover their entire body with a turban.

I think it’s just as hot as that.

“Even though it was a hot day, the human soldiers wore quite a bit of clothing.”

“Human skin is fragile and easily burned by sunlight. Plus, even though it’s hot like this now, it gets quite cold at night.”

“Hmm…”

This does not apply to me or Gaston, a knight who has trained in magic.

Shandra, who is actually following me next to me, has tattoos, but her brown skin is showing here and there.

Still, for an ordinary human being, it’s definitely a serious problem.

But…

I turned my head and looked at Crocs.

Crocs is still wearing only leather pants and boots, showing off his scarred, green upper body with flexing muscles.

Other orcs are also exposing their upper bodies almost like Crocs.

Orcs don’t care about sunlight or climate.

Aside from that, it’s a battlefield with bare hands…

I wonder if the entire race has lost their fear.

I turned my gaze towards the goblins this time.

Soldiers as tall as my chest are marching carrying clubs or bow slings. They wore clothes like humans, as if they were not as tough as orcs.

“Now that I think about it, I saw some beastmen in the village. Don’t they serve as soldiers?”

“They mainly serve as scouts. “It’s fast and it smells really good.”

“…Right.”

Beastmen are a species halfway between beasts and humans that are difficult to find even if you search the entire continent these days.

It is said that they were originally a species that thrived in the southern continent and could occasionally be seen in the central continent.

However, because their numbers were small compared to their individuality and versatility, they became a popular item for slave hunters and were relegated to a minority race.

It was already hundreds of years ago, and I never thought I would see people settling down like this in the so-called barbarian wasteland.

“hmm! “We’ve finally arrived.”

At Crux’s words, I also turned my gaze and looked through the telescope at the enemy camp encamped in the distance.

The flags of several wilderness tribes and the flag of Porto are hung together.

“This is the long-awaited battlefield!”

Crocs grinned, revealing his long fangs.

The moment I thought it was a smile that revealed his boldness and cruelty at the same time, he took a deep breath and shouted like thunder.

“Aliastiedad liltakhyim!”

“Naem!”

As soon as this happens, the sound of all the marching troops chanting in unison spreads throughout the ranks.

Is it possible that this overly hot king wants to start a fight as soon as he arrives?

“He tells me to prepare for camping.”

I was so nervous that I almost stumbled because Shandra’s words made me lose my senses.

…Oh shit.

I encountered an enemy, but I thought it was unusual because I was not preparing for battle but preparing for camping, but from what I heard, it was so hot that even the orcs had difficulty fighting in the middle of the summer, so they couldn’t fight.

So, to give the troops that had marched in the sweltering heat a rest, they would take a quick nap on the hottest afternoon and fight only the next day.

I feel it again, but even though it is a peninsula that is quite close to Franzia, it is so different.

I walked slowly and watched them unfold their tents and set up camp as if they were very familiar.

It looks very fast and familiar, perhaps due to the habits of living in a tribe. Even humans.

Then, Shandra came up smiling cheerfully.

I wonder why she, King Crocs’ seventh confidant and fourth strongest warrior, is following me around.

This is because Hassan, who was originally in charge of my interpretation, assigned a man, Crocs, to the capital Dilos to interpret in his place.

I didn’t know much about Crocs and Hassan Shandra because they both spoke fluently, but it seems that few of them are good at speaking the common language of the Central Continent.

It seems our stereotypes were correct in that respect.

“How are you, Marquis? “How do you feel about our brothers?”

“It is impressive that the various races are free while maintaining the rules.”

Shandra seemed to really like my answer and smiled, showing her teeth.

“Haha. “I am proud of our brothers, Marquis.”

After hearing Shandra’s answer, I looked around the camp once again.

A kingdom created by gathering together human pagans who were rejected by the major human nations of the central continent, orc goblins who were despised as barbarians, and persecuted minority beastmen.

A nation where the ostracized come together and call each other brothers, regardless of racial differences, and serve a king.

It is a paradise created by the ostracized. It’s very ideal for a new country, but…

can this system be maintained without a focal point called Crocs that everyone can trust and follow?

Suddenly, as I was thinking that, a shadow appeared before my eyes, and when I raised my head, an orc as big as Crocs was standing there.

He even had a large scar over one eye, an eyepatch, and a bushy beard, making him the meanest-looking orc I’ve ever seen!

When I flinched without realizing it, Gaston reacted and came to stand next to me.

“Ah, Marquis. “This is Karok, our king’s first henchman.”

Shandra introduced it for me from the side.

This person is higher than Hassan? Even just looking at it, you can feel a huge sense of intimidation.

Could it be that he was displeased with the fact that his king recognized me as his brother rather than his first confidant, so he came to start a fight? Since they believe in power, it could be possible.

While I was thinking that, the scary-looking Karok smiled and nodded.

…uh? Is your reaction different from what you thought?

He said what he meant, and Shandra translated.

“It is said that lodgings for the Marquis and Lord Gaston have been prepared. Oh, by the way, even though he looks like this, he is a kind person who treats his brothers like his own children.”

…For some reason, my face felt hot.

“Nice to meet you, Karok. This is Marquis Pierre de Lafayette. Thank you for arranging our accommodation.”

When I offered to shake his hand, Karok smiled and accepted the handshake and said something in return.

“I have done my best to ensure that your respected brother is comfortable, so if you need anything, please let me know at any time.”

I felt embarrassed by Shandra’s interpretation.

It will take quite some time for me to completely free myself from my prejudices against them.

* * *

The bed they prepared was, of course, a tent, but thanks to a soft carpet spread on the floor, it was still a comfortable sleep.

Both I and Gaston thanked Shandra and went to bed early to prepare for tomorrow’s battle.

But I couldn’t rest for very long.

I was sleeping and woke up to the noise coming from outside.

I don’t know what’s being said to my somewhat hazy head, but when I hear a sound that makes me feel urgent and confused, I immediately fall asleep.

I was the first to grab my sword and as soon as I ran out of the tent, I ran into Gaston and Shandra.

“Your Excellency the Marquis!”

“Marquis!”

“What’s going on!”

“It looks like it’s a night raid!”

Night raid. Barbarians?

her.

No, damn it. We need to let go of that kind of prejudice. There is also Porto’s army, so what can they do?

When I came to my senses, I saw the chaos at a glance, with tents on fire here and there and soldiers running around frantically trying to put out the fire.

Embarrassed cries are coming from all over the place and soldiers are running around panting, which further aggravates the confusion.

What kind of mess is this?

“I’m sure you’re not going to keep watch, are you?”

“Of course not!”

Shandra shouted in frustration as she looked at them, but it was actually like this…

I thought about it for a while and then said.

“Then tell those who follow King Crocs to immediately shut up and stay where they are!”

“Yes yes?”

“Is it possible for a large army to hide away from the watchful eyes? “The hidden few are probably trying to cause confusion and attack at night!”

“ah…!”

“Despite orders, there will be people who are going crazy trying to cause confusion! “The numbers will be small, so if we just catch them, we can take care of things!”

“All right!”

Shandra immediately started running around and shouting, and the brothers’ army immediately obeyed, perhaps because she was recognized as King Crocs’ henchman.

Nevertheless, the commotion quickly subsided after we cut down a few of the guys who were trying to cause confusion.

There may be spies who were quick-witted and survived by keeping quiet, but their operation was a failure anyway when the chaos subsided.

Once the situation was settled and the order to gather was given to the soldiers, Crocs appeared.

I don’t know what he was saying, but when he said something that seemed to be praising Shandra, Shandra pointed at me.

“O king. “It was not me, but your brother’s plan.”

“O brother! Was it your idea? These Crocs show gratitude!”

“That’s fine, but wouldn’t it be okay to say thank you after telling them the price of a clumsy night attack?”

“Hahaha! That’s right!”

The fires in the tents in our camp have all gone out, and there is a tense silence everywhere.

And on the wilderness, where there were no obstacles to our eyes, the shadow of an army that was secretly approaching appeared clearly beyond us.

For some reason, the confusion was quickly resolved, and they seemed to be confused and confused among themselves, as if they were exchanging opinions.

Seeing this, Crocs puffed out his muscular chest, took a deep breath, and then shouted like thunder.

“Al-ardho!”

In response, all of his soldiers, including Shandra, cry out in one voice.

“Akbar!”

At the same time, Crocs began to sprint across the ground, and the soldiers and we followed behind him.

“So what does that mean?”

Shandra shouted, laughing.

“God’s Earth is great!”

* * *

Porto Port.

A beautiful woman, with long golden hair that shined like brilliant gold and wearing a nun’s uniform that looked pious at first glance, lay down on the desk and whined.

“Ah, this place is full of tasteless people~ I’m just frustrated…”

In fact, thanks to the open sides of the nun’s robe exposing her thighs, she was far from pious, and the bat wings fluttering from her back were a sight to behold. Although it showed that they were a race that was completely immune to piety.

Gremory, the CEO of Lust, a succubus with bad tastes who dared to wear a nun’s uniform, lay face down on her desk and drank the juice placed in front of her.

Paimon looked at Gremory with pitiful eyes, swept his red hair with his hand, and twisted the corner of his mouth.

“We even provided camouflage potions, but instead of conducting a night attack, we were counterattacked and suffered a crushing defeat?”

“I’m so sorry.”

Paimon, the CEO of Sloth Corporation, watched the lowest demon tremble with very dissatisfied eyes.

As the supply of humans, the material for the Industrial Revolution, was difficult, Pride joined hands with Porto and planned to supply sub-races and humans from the Iberica Peninsula.

It was quite successful in the beginning, but things started to go wrong when an orc named Crocs, a slave in the port of Porto, escaped and declared himself a kingdom.

Thanks to this, Sloth and Rust, which have the most urgent needs for humans and sub-humans, have traveled all the way to Porto on business and are staying in this barbaric region.

‘It’s really bothering me to death.’

Paimon thought this to himself, crossed his legs, and opened his mouth again.

“Wasn’t that Crocs a guy who relied on strength rather than trickery? “How did that happen?”

I thought that even if I couldn’t win, I would do some damage.

“That thing.”

“I want to listen quickly and rest.”

“The person who saw through it is said to be Marquis Pierre de Lafayette of Francia.”

As soon as Paimon heard those words, he jumped up from his seat, and his subordinate bowed his head in horror, thinking that his superior was enraged.

“I’m so sorry!”

“Is the Marquis de Lafayette in Iberica?”

“Yes? Yes. This time, they came as a delegation from the Republic of Francia….”

“Uh, Gremory of the Rust company is protesting to Paimon of the Sloth company~ He’s making an overly lewd expression right now~ This is an overreach of authority by the Sloth company~!”

The foolishness of the insignificant and incompetent subordinate and the useless behavior of Gremory were both good for Paimon at this moment.

A deep smile that could not be hidden spread across Paimon’s lips.

“This is so lucky.”