I Don’t Need a Guillotine for My Revolution - Chapter 80
Episode 80 Governor’s Government – Return
The morning after the raiding party led by Crocs and Pierre swept away.
The garrison of Porto and the Allied forces of the Orc tribes was in shambles.
Although the damage from the night attack was not small, the number of troops that could be killed was limited, less than 100 at most.
Rather, the rockets flying in all directions and the explosion of the powder magazine caused much greater damage.
The fire that had burned down the garrison during the night was extinguished, but the sight of injured people groaning in all directions looked more like ruins than a garrison.
Paimon, who arrived at the station late, looked at the scene with a very absurd expression and clicked his tongue.
This is the scene where the weapons provided by the Abyss Corporation to deal with Crocs and his brothers actually destroyed the minions.
“Paimon, it is said that the enemy forces are preparing for an offensive.”
In response to his subordinate’s report, Paimon ran his hand through his long red hair.
This side was unable to properly clean up the messed up camp and the wounded, but the other side was attacking with troops who had rested well during the night.
“This battle is over.”
The large quantity of rockets provided for this battle is not an easy price for the Abyss Corporation.
I supported them because I wanted a sure victory, but is this what a pearl necklace on a pig’s neck is like?
Those uncivilized fools destroyed themselves because they could not protect, let alone properly handle, what they had been given as a conversion card.
It must be said that he was unlucky as he was devastated by that rocket, but it was the first time in his long demonic career that Paimon had seen a situation where a battle was ended by a surprise attack by a small number of people without even being able to engage in a proper decisive battle.
“Ahahaha Paimon’s expression is so funny!”
Paimon raised his eyes as he heard an annoying laugh overhead and furrowed his brows.
Gremory, who burst out laughing at Paimon, flapped his wings and did some somersaults in the air, then landed on the ground and opened his arms with his eyes closed.
Her brilliant golden hair fluttered, and the same golden light spread out from around her body, scattering the garrison like powder.
The wounds of the humans and orc goblins where the powder had fallen began to heal, and those who had been groaning in pain cheered.
“Oh oh my wound has healed…!”
“Thank you! thank you!”
After performing a miracle that would have made her look like a saint if it weren’t for the nun’s attire and wings on her back, Gremory grinned as she heard humans and orcs praising her.
Paimon furrowed his brows at that completely uncharacteristic behavior of a demon.
“You are wasting your magic power on insignificant people.”
“It’s useless, Gremory thinks Paimon is doing too much. Rust’s motto is Love and Peace! Gremory is good if everyone lives in peace for a long time and loves a lot.”
“They whined that their vitality was tasteless?”
“I’m in a good mood, so I can use some generosity. As a result, everyone is happy, so win-win!”
Paimon slowly tilted his head.
“I’m feeling good?”
Gremory smiled brightly and nodded.
“For a person with good spirit, even fighting becomes a challenge.”
Paimon narrowed his eyes.
It is obvious who Gremory is expressing in that way. Paimon, who was very interested in the Marquis de Lafayette, was talking so much that he was sick of it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
That succubus is a demon, has no combat power, and is the weirdest of weirdos who uses divine power, but she still should have been able to inform Paimon.
“If Paimon knew that the Marquis de Lafayette was coming to attack him, he would be so excited as a pervert that he would run out to fight.”
Paimon made a dumbfounded expression, but Gremory covered his cheeks with both hands and muttered.
“Then what if the Marquis de Lafayette gets hurt? A person with such supreme spirit must be cherished. “A knight of Francia so subtly endures his lust while looking at just one person is something that I want to experience again.”
“Tsk, you crazy bitch.”
“Gremory is a little shocked to hear that pervert Paimon is crazy…” As
soon as his wounds healed, Paimon heard the news of the enemy’s offensive preparations, looked at those who were preparing to withdraw in a huff, and looked at them with pitiful eyes. turned.
Although the defeat was a bit unlucky, the Abyss Corporation’s plan went awry again.
The Sloth Company will also suffer a blow, but as a result, it is the Pride Company, which drew up the Iberica Plan, that will be hit the hardest, as it is defeated in vain despite providing enormous support.
Although he was dissatisfied with not having the pleasure of fighting the Marquis de Lafayette, Paimon decided to be satisfied with this for now.
“It’s a pity, but I’ll postpone seeing you in real life until later, Marquis Lafayette.”
Even if you don’t rush to enjoy it, he will continue to shake up the stagnant Abyss Corporation.
‘What will Bael say this time?’
Paimon hugged his body and smiled ecstatically, imagining the Pride company’s demon that, unlike his expressionless face, radiated a blood-curdling deadly force that made his skin tingle.
* * *
After the great success of the night raid that far exceeded expectations, when the offensive was launched in the morning, the enemy’s main force retreated before even fighting properly.
Most of the weapons they prepared as decisive battle weapons were either destroyed, or the damage suffered from those decisive battle weapons was too great, or both.
If we weren’t careful, we could have been caught up in the fireworks show.
Crocs proudly accepted the surrender of the hostile tribes, declared victory for his brothers, and returned to the capital Dilus.
Porto and some of the enemies are still alive, but with this, the safety of the capital Dilus has been secured and the enemies will be at a standstill for a while, so the intended purpose of my decision to help them has been fully achieved.
“Thank you for your hard work, brother. Are you going back to Franzia now?”
“I guess so.”
The report Christine sent clearly showed signs of an invasion by the Germanian Empire.
Now, I must return to my home country, check the results of my training through the Grande École Plan, and prepare for the Empire.
Crocs grinned at me and opened his mouth.
“sibling. Do you know that my henchmen refer to you as messengers prepared by God for us?”
“…no?”
To begin with, I don’t believe in their gods.
Still, it’s okay to understand that they think highly of me in their own way.
“We are strong and courageous. “I don’t think we would have been defeated without you, but you can’t deny the fact that we received great help from you.”
“No, I also learned quite a lot thanks to you.”
Although I learned a lot from Balian before his return, Francia was fundamentally a country with a backward and rigid mindset.
Although they may seem rough and disorderly at first glance, I have gained quite a bit from their flexible society and agile military.
There are so many things I want to use as soon as I go back to my home country.
“Yes, since you can say that, I also agree with my henchmen.”
Crocs looked at me for a moment, showed his fangs, grinned, and said.
“The words of I, Crocs, King of Brothers, are not light. “I called you my brother, and the help you gave us is worthy of being called my brother, so I promise to give you corresponding help.”
I also smiled. Yes, this bold orc is not one to speak twice.
“I will accept that favor gratefully. “You have to choose the right moment carefully, right?”
“Hahaha, you can do that!”
Crocs tapped my shoulder with his large hand and laughed, then opened his mouth as if he had just remembered something.
“Ah, we have decided to send Shandra to you as an ambassador and liaison.”
I expected it to some extent since there were only a few people who could speak the Central Continent’s common language, but I think it was very personal.
“If you are sending the king’s seventh henchman, we promise to treat him well.”
Well, the gas cylinder will take care of itself.
“Like last time, I trust you and send my confidant. Pierre de Lafayette My brother. May God bless your future path!”
Crocs, an orc much larger than me, laughed heartily and held out his large hand.
Abyss Corporation and its affiliates are still alive and well, and Crocs and they still have a long way to go.
However, just as I learned from them, they also learned from me, so if we continue to cooperate, we will be able to win.
“I also pray that your God bless you. … I believe that next time we see each other, we will be able to proudly call ourselves Brothers of Iberica.”
When I smiled and held his hand, Crocs also smiled very satisfied and shook his hand firmly.
“Hahaha good! “Farewell, brother!”
Finally returning to my home country.
* * *
Germanburg, capital of the Germanian Empire.
The emperor of the empire, Kaiser Otto II, frowned with disapproval.
“The King of Krafte is not attending this time again?”
“I apologize, Kaiser…”
The Emperor trembled in anger and Empress Cecilia recalled the letter the rude man had sent.
However, Empress Cecilia erased the letter from her memory, which she had not shown to the emperor, and immediately touched her husband’s arm and comforted him.
“Fix it, Your Majesty. Doesn’t the fact that there are no disloyal people mean that only feudal lords who are loyal to the empire have gathered here? “Even if an insignificant person sets up a fishing net, the authority of the empire and Your Majesty will not be shaken.”
“Yes, you are right, Cecilia.”
Otto straightened his face and nodded to the attendant.
“Eat by His Majesty Kaiser Otto II and Kaiserin Cecilia of all Germanic peoples!”
Cecilia held Otto’s arm and entered the room where many of the empire’s feudal lords were waiting.
Otto II, who sat on the throne with Cecilia toward the center of the room, opened his mouth.
“I believe that you, loyal and honorable princes of the empire, are all aware of the tragedy that occurred in Francia. How dare the lowlies gather together and claim that the nation of thieves and traitors is a republic…”
Otto II coughed while trying to continue speaking.
Cecilia was worried about her husband, but inwardly she cursed, wondering why it was a time like this.
“Cough, cough. I’ll leave this to Kaiserin. Nora. “I hope you listen to her words as if they were Jim’s words.”
Cecilia was a little embarrassed, but turned her head to look at the faces of the princes.
Suspicion and concern flash across their faces.
-Cecilia. As a symbol of peace between the two countries, please marry the crown prince of the Germanian Empire.
The cold and stern voice of her father, who had simply decided Cecilia’s fate, flashed through her mind and she jumped up from her seat.
“Loyal princes of the empire.”
All the feudal lords are watching Cecilia.
Those who once showed only contempt and hostility towards her as a Frangian, but now those who are respectful to her husband and her.
Confidence filled Cecilia’s heart as she saw the results obtained through her countless efforts and transactions.
“I have no doubt that you have heard the poisonous words spewed out by those seditious people. They dare to deny the rights of monarchs received from God and claim that they should be treated like nobles.
If the monarch’s rights are denied, how can you feudal lords rule their territories? What terrible consequences will the indulgence of the people who do not obey the nobles lead to?
We have already seen the results. The cruel and terrible ending that the King and nobles of Francia faced is the justice they claim. “If we leave that mob like this, what will happen if the foolish people of the empire are deceived by their poisonous words?”
Those in this position are princes of the empire and all rule like kings in their own territory.
There is no one willing to spread their dangerous ideas of freedom, equality, and philanthropy.
“The Empire has already fought against their so-called ‘Republic’ and retreated once. But have we retreated because we lack strength?
no! We have withdrawn because we do not want your nobles’ valuable soldiers to shed blood for the sake of the foolish nobles and king of Francia!
But they dare to look down on us by calling it the victory of the revolution. How dare the commoners who have lost even the knights, a relic of the old era! “You are making foolish claims about your victory over the Empire!”
Cecilia made eye contact with the princes and declared.
“Now the Empire will no longer tolerate such an unjust and miserable insult. We will firmly make them pay for their arrogance.
Lords, Now that the bloodline of our old enemy, the King of Knights, has been cut off, Cecilia, the Kaiserin of the Germanian Empire and a vassal of the Kaiser, is the rightful successor to the Kingdom of Franzia.”
What flashes in Cecilia’s eyes is either a desire for power or a desire for revenge. Perhaps both.
“A war awaits to restore the honor of the empire that was lost in the war decades ago and to correct the rights and order of the monarch.
Give me, as Queen of Francia, the opportunity to be loyal to this great Empire and to the Kaiser.
If you restore order to that collapsed kingdom, obtain the crown of your old enemy, and place it at the feet of the empire, the empire will gain glory that will last a thousand years, and your loyalty will be rewarded with the rewards and honor you deserve!
Prepare for war for the Reich and the Kaiser!”
At Cecilia’s cry, the feudal lords drew their swords and began to shout.
“War!”
Some are intoxicated by historical hostility and hatred of revolution.
“War!”
For some, it is based on loyalty passed down through generations of the family to the imperial family.
“War!”
Some people look forward to the promised reward.
While the feudal lords were enthusiastic, Cecilia smiled brightly.
Ah, finally.
It was time to return home.