I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 77

Episode 77 Governor’s Government – Secret Room Meeting (1)

Although it was expected to some extent, the unity and connection of the enemies, who were a coalition of the tribal alliance and the Porto army, were quite clumsy.

They tried to attack us in the middle of the night in confusion, but when they encountered a situation different from what they had expected, they became agitated and collapsed in vain at our sudden attack.

Crocs’ army, which had destroyed the enemy from the beginning, collected its troops after the battle, moved a little further south, and set up a garrison.

And they were having a feast with all their troops.

Noisy laughter and chatter can be heard here and there, and orcs and human goblins are sitting in their respective seats, enjoying meat and bread.

“Um, does this happen often?”

“I’ll try to do it as often as possible, and I’ll definitely do it once after I win!”

Crocs munched on the meat and swallowed it before answering.

I wondered why these people, who were known to basically depend on hunting, were trying to import such large quantities of food….

“You feed the army well, right?”

“Hahaha eat hard, train, march and fight! “Isn’t that the role of the military?”

Certainly, any country pays attention to the food of its troops, but no country feeds them as generously as they do.

Thanks to the culture of not drinking alcohol, eating like this will not cause much of a problem the next day and will help maintain morale.

Thinking that, I put the drink they poured to my mouth and was surprised.

“What is this? “It’s salty.”

“If you ferment goat milk and season it with salt, it can be stored for a long time. It was diluted with water. “It’s perfect for quenching your thirst!”

Does it help quench your thirst if it’s salty like this?

That’s what I thought, but after taking a few more sips, I felt my thirst go away.

It’s fascinating.

Then Karok, who was sitting next to him, opened his mouth and Shandra translated.

“I heard that the Marquis’ performance in this battle was amazing.”

“Oh, thank you. “It was just an improvisation.”

“Hahaha what improvisation is! It was handled very skillfully and effectively! “If it were me, I probably wouldn’t have done it so neatly!”

Crocs burst out laughing, took a sip of his goat milk drink, and opened his mouth.

“How old is your brother?”

“I’m twenty-two.”

“Huh, young.”

“And you?”

“I’m twenty-eight.”

“It looks like he is quite young…”

I understand that the lifespan of orcs is not much different from that of humans.

I thought so, but Crocs touched his chin with his hand and opened his mouth.

“sibling. “I heard about your history from Hassan and saw your performance yesterday, but for someone who is only 22, you are truly amazing.”

Although I am old now, if I think about it before my regression, I have been fighting on the battlefield for over 10 years.

I also experienced the fierce Frangian Civil War and the revolutionary period against Balian, and this time I even fought against the Germanian Empire.

Therefore, you have no choice but to be good at basic responses to situations that may arise on the battlefield.

But…

“Isn’t it a bit strange for someone who founded a kingdom at only 28 to say this?”

“Hahaha! “That too!”

Moreover, the sight of Crocs, now smiling so cheerfully, on the battlefield last night was enough to send a chill down my spine.

The way it jumped into the middle of the enemy’s lines and ran wild as if to interfere with its allies seemed almost monster-like.

Come to think of it.

“Karok, you weren’t seen on the battlefield yesterday?”

Although it is not a moving mass of muscle like Crocs, I thought it would be quite useful in dancing due to its size and tremendous intimidation.

When Shandra relayed my words, Karok responded with a grin on his grim face.

“Since Karok suffered an eye injury, he has been focusing on commanding soldiers and managing supplies rather than going to the front lines.”

“Supply management.”

I’m sure having only one eye would be a huge hindrance in battle. Was it again a prejudice to think that he would be the leader just based on his size?

“We are engaged in goat herding in various places. Karok receives goat milk from them on time, stores it, and processes it to feed the soldiers. Quenching your thirst is very important in this hot Iberica.”

“That’s a bit surprising.”

But even I was surprised when I heard the story behind it. They seem to be managing supply much more systematically than we thought.

“He truly deserves to be called the king’s first confidant.”

When I spoke with sincerity, Karok heard that and grinned, showing his fangs.

“Haha Karok was a fairly powerful chieftain, and he was the first to decide to join us! “I owe you a lot!”

So, is this your first henchman?

Although it is completely different from Franzia and relies heavily on an individual called Crocs, they also seem to have an efficient form of state.

“So what are your next plans?”

“If you go a little further south, you will reach the territory of the largest tribe among those who have been besieged by demons. “We demand their submission and crush them if they refuse!”

That’s a really cool plan.

No wait.

“According to what you said, it seems like the distance from Dilus is quite close. Did you make the front-line city the capital?”

At my words, Crocs laughed, showing his fangs.

“Because Dilus is the exact center of the Iberica Peninsula! “Why should I fear my enemies when God’s earth has been prepared for me and my brothers?”

I chuckled at the answer that was so Crocs-like.

Does he really have to be this exciting to be the king of the wasteland?

* * *

I slowly opened my eyes.

It’s late at night when I hear the faint sound of insects chirping outside.

I slowly reached out from under the blanket and pulled out a dagger from my belt.

And right away, I kicked off the blanket and tried to throw it, but it became stiff.

There is a person in front of me who is so familiar that I can’t recognize him with just the slightest hint of moonlight.

A black dress reminiscent of mourning clothes without any accessories.

Long black hair that covers her back.

Jet-black eyes like an abyss that seems to suck you in.

“…Christine?”

Christine, who was holding a fan in her hand and widening her eyes as if she was a little surprised, sighed softly and opened her mouth.

“I’m surprised. “You’re really sensitive, Pierre.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

I quickly put the dagger back in my belt.

But this is the Iberica Peninsula?

“Why are you here?”

how?

When she asked, unable to hide her embarrassment, Christine had a puzzled look on her face.

“Didn’t you receive the letter?”

Correspondence? What correspondence.

I feel something is out of place, but for some reason my head feels a bit uneasy.

“I sent you a letter to report on the situation in the capital, but I received a reply saying that you followed them to the battlefield.”

Christine’s eyes were cold when she said that, so I quietly averted my gaze.

“No, I haven’t done anything to worry about…”

“The battlefield may not be dangerous.”

Christine said that and folded the fan in her hand.

This is it. I have nothing to say.

But leaving her standing like this…

There’s something strange, but I’m not sure what’s strange.

As I was frowning at the feeling as if I was drunk, Christine came right in front of me.

“Huh Christine?”

“…I was so surprised that I rushed that long way, but you were no different from usual.”

“No, I’m sorry for bringing you here, but something is too sudden.”

Before I could finish my thought, my breath came closer and Christine stretched out her arms and hugged my neck.

As she stiffens at the soft touch of her lips, her black eyes, which are usually cold and quiet, express their dissatisfaction with enthusiasm.

My useless thoughts stopped when I felt the soft touch of my teeth as if asking for permission.

As we hugged each other tightly, the sensation of feeling the curves of Christine’s soft body blew away my self-control.

When I came to my senses, Christine was underneath me, breathing heavily.

The flushed face looks up at me with slightly hazy eyes.

I’m going crazy.

I was trying to get up, suppressing the urge to take off her dress, but Christine reached out and grabbed my arm.

“…Pierre.”

“Christine you test me so much-”

“You make me anxious.”

Christine looked up at me with teary eyes and pleaded.

“…Please be sure.”

At that moment, something flew out of my head.

* * *

Christine slowly blinks and looks up at me.

Her eyes slowly looked at the dagger thrust into her throat, then back to my face.

“…Pierre?”

“Who the hell are you.”

The rising heat turns into anger and boils over.

“Why are you like this?”

Christine has a shocked expression on her face and her tone is trembling.

How on earth can you imitate Christine to this extent?

I almost got fooled.

Christine and I are engaged and love each other. There is also a clear desire to make love to her.

But that would only happen after Christine bequeathed Aquitaine to Louis, laid down the burden on her heart, and became free.

But there is no way she would ask first.

Only after my head got cold did I realize that the current situation was definitely strange.

It is only possible that Christine sent a letter and I followed Crocs to worry.

But how many days did it take to get here from Lumiere? She, who hasn’t even cultivated magical powers, is hiding in the tent where I sleep?

Rather, it feels so unnatural that it’s strange why I haven’t felt this strange before.

The sense of intoxication from something that still remains weak fuels the discomfort.

“Should I just draw it like this?”

Christine, or rather, something with Christine’s face closed its mouth and stopped acting.

At that moment, I heard a sound like glass cracking and I was instantly struck by dizziness.

The world, not the tent I was tying up, cracked and shattered like shards of glass and collapsed.

What on earth is going on?

The world is covered in pitch-black darkness, where everything is scattered and only shards of broken glass remain at one’s feet.

Although there is clearly only darkness, the human shape in front of you is very bright and catches your eye.

The blasphemous sight of wearing a nun’s uniform and leaving one side of the skirt completely open, exposing her bare legs.

A woman with long flowing golden hair that was more brilliant than any blonde hair I had ever seen opened her mouth with a puzzled look on her face.

“Oh, that’s strange. “I’m sure you showed exactly what you were craving, but how did you notice?”

The moment I saw the bat wings flapping behind the woman’s back, I immediately pulled a dagger from my belt.

No, I should have listened.

My hand grazed the air. There is not a single dagger in his belt that he does not loosen even when he sleeps.

Meanwhile, the blond-haired devil lifted the hem of her nun’s robe, her golden eyes shining.

“It’s my first time meeting you. Gremory, CEO of Rust, a subsidiary of Abyss Corporation, sends greetings to Marquis Pierre de Lafayette, Commander-in-Chief of the Revolutionary Army of the Francia Republic.”

“devil.”

If I had a sword, I would blow off his head right away, but in this place filled with endless darkness, there is nothing, let alone a sword.

The glass fragments that had fallen just now also disappeared everywhere.

Now that things are like this, should I at least strangle myself?

As I thought that and lowered my posture, the demon who introduced himself as Gremory raised his hands.

“Wait a minute! I am against violence! “I am a weak succubus, but this is your dream, so there is no point in killing me!”

“My dream?”

Succubus. nightmare.

A legendary devil that hides in people’s dreams and sucks their energy.

Then, Christine from just now is this damn devil.

When I was overcome with anger and tried to jump in, Gremory sensitively read my expression and raised both hands to draw an X.

“Oh no! I was just trying to please you! The dream you just saw is your desire! “If I directed it, it couldn’t have been that precise!”

So now.

Is this because I was so frustrated that I had a dream about Christine?

Heat rose to my face, and the discomfort became stronger.

First, I have to tear off the wings of that damned succubus to relieve my anger.

“Ahh!”

The succubus suddenly jumped in, but just barely missed it by flapping its wings and flying into the air.

That damned devil…

As I was gritting my teeth, Gremory looked tearful.

“It’s a shame that the special spirit I found so much is such a scary person. It’s too much to put up with something like this after just tasting it…”

Gremory, who was talking nonsense, snapped his fingers, and a familiar feeling of dizziness came over him, and the world was shattered. .

The place that unfolded at the end was not pitch black.

It is a room with quite a fancy interior, illuminated by magic lights inside a building made of unknown metal.

It was only when I saw the sofa and table in the middle of the room that I realized that this was a living room.

The person I had seen on the living room sofa stood up.

A gorgeous purple dress and a white robe over it.

“This is my first time seeing you in person like this, Marquis Pierre de Lafayette.”

A demon with fiery red hair looks at me with blood-red eyes and smiles.

“Paimon, CEO of Sloth Corporation under the Abyss Corporation, welcomes you.”