Chapter 223: 223 222nd Statement of "Attachment of Officers" (Hyper...

The voice of his second-in-command, Neymar, leaked into the tent of the commander of the Great Patriarchal Army. He was trying to maintain his composure, but there was still a hint of frustration in his voice.

"Battalion Chief, we've received a report that the Philos urban soldiers in front of the enemy are on the verge of collapse. We expect them to engage our forces soon.

He tried to keep his report straightforward, but Neymar could see the edge of his lips trembling. This was the first time he had ever been on a battlefield, let alone a night burglary or the suppression of a small rebellion. He tried not to lose heart, but his body couldn't help but cower.

It's pathetic. Normally, I tell my men not to get upset and lose their cool. Neymar's eyebrows narrowed slightly.

Richard, the old general, listened to Neymar's report, nodded lightly, and said.

It's earlier than I thought, but that's okay. Let the archers get ready, and when Philos collapses, we'll aim for the idiots that come out of the woodwork.

Richard says, "I don't care if it involves a few Philos soldiers.

Neymar frowned lightly, but still nodded with his chin. In the past few days, he had come to understand that his oratory was still no match for the old general. His experience and knowledge were still lacking.

Richard's wrinkled cheeks crinkled as he looked at Neymar.

"Neymar. If you have any complaints or doubts, speak up. It's clever to put it away and pretend it doesn't exist, but it doesn't make you any smarter.

And now you have a little time, Richard said as he put on his gray gear.

Neymar's lips pursed in fear, as if he could see right into his heart. To be honest, there were many things about this old general's orders that I did not understand. Asking for all of them is something that only an unthinking fool would do.

Neymar fidgeted with his fingers, wracked his brain with thoughts, and opened his mouth.

"At ......, there's only one thing. Why did they use the insider Roseau like that?

Roseau. I never knew the name of the family, but that was the name of the informant that the Daishonin had embraced. He was a light-hearted man with a sharp tongue, but a man with a good face in the Philosophical Society and a talent as an agitator.

He was also a light-hearted man, but not stupid. He knew the position of Philos and knew that it would be better for him to be embraced by the High Holy Church. By promising him money and a certain status, he easily took on the title of insider. He would listen to anything we had to say.

That was why the instructions Richard had given him were so puzzling to Neymar.

--To refute the words of the ruler, Philos-Treit, and isolate her.

What a strange and inexplicable instruction. Philos-Treit would have offered to cooperate with the Great Sacred Church even if we hadn't done anything, regardless of his inner thoughts. Therefore, if we could have gotten Roseau to cooperate with her, we would have been able to pour more Philos soldiers into this battle.

So I can't help but wonder why he had her raise suspicions about Philos-Treit and reduce the number of city soldiers available. Of course, it's possible that they didn't intend to use Philos' urban soldiers, or that there was a change in policy.

When Richard heard Neymar's words, he let out a light "Oh, I see..." and stroked his beard under his chin. He seemed to be trying to think of a way to explain it.

After a few moments, Richard opened his lips before saying, "It's a long story.

"Roseau's bastard wasn't trying to win Philos over to the Great Church. Well, at the very least, it would have been better if he could have prevented the heraldry from grabbing him.

I'm sure he was getting paid by them anyway," Richard continued.

And I knew that Philos-Treit's daughter would be the one who could make the decision to send the troops, even if it would provoke a backlash from the People's Assembly. That's because she has the bloodline to make such political decisions. The minimum number of Philos urban soldiers would be enough. No, I'd rather have them.

Neymar's eyelids hardened as he slowly chewed on Richard's words. Neymar's eyelids hardened as he slowly chewed on Richard's words, wondering how the words he had been given would fit together.

He wondered if he was using Roseau as an informant, not for this war, but for some other purpose. And even if he had used Roseau for that purpose, he had foreseen that Philos' urban soldiers would be mobilized at the very least.

Neymar's eyebrows furrowed. I don't know, there was a strange feeling. He was holding Roseau for a different reason, okay. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I think it's a good idea.

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"So, Captain. I'm sure you'll be able to figure it out.

Neymar's honest question echoed through the tent. The words came out of his lips without much thought, but Neymar could see Richard's lips twist for a moment. He seemed to be enjoying it.

"Guess what?

With a slight tug of his chin, Neymar's cheeks flushed as he realized he didn't like the old man.

You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few things to do. Neymar's eyes narrowed as he realized that Richard and himself were fundamentally incompatible.

The purpose of isolating the ruler Philos-Treit. Or, more simply, to keep her in line. Or, to take a leap of faith, to remove her from her position as ruler.

Normally, it would be impossible for a lord to do anything about a rebuttal by his people. The city of Philos is not normal. It is a city where there is an incomprehensible and uncivilized institution called a civil assembly. Then, is it possible to think like that?

When I replied to Richard, he nodded his head and said.

You know exactly what I'm talking about. Yes, that's right. That's what I told Roseau to do, and that's what I'm here for.

The old man's hoarse voice echoed through the tent. The old man's voice echoed through the tent. It was so cold that Neymar felt as if ice had been pressed against his neck.

--By getting rid of Philos-Treit. Someone has decided that it's not a good idea to have his blood here.

Richard didn't say who made that decision. It's not something that should be said, I suppose.

A matter of aristocratic blood. Or viceroyalty disputes. It is not unheard of for a noble family to keep a non-successor bloodline in check in order to prevent problems within the family.

By the way, Neymar had heard that Filos-Treit was adopted. So, in order to prevent her from being involved in some sort of succession dispute, the old general was using Roseau during the war.

--How is that really possible?

I'm sorry to say, but this war is not of such low importance that it should be conducted in such a perfunctory manner. It's being conducted with the direct word of His Holiness the Pope. In other words, it's what the God of the Daishonin wants.

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

The first thing you need to do is to look at your eyes. He was trying to strangle that option with his hands, desperately trying to stifle its attempt to come to life. Don't think about it. Thinking about it now would not help you come to any conclusions, but rather you should try to understand what your superiors did not say.

Seeing Neymar's expression harden, he might have understood something. Richard shouldered his cloak, stood up, and said.

"Well. Don't think about it now. The seed has been planted. We can do the rest after we chew up the heraldists.

Outside the tent, there was suddenly a lot of noise. Perhaps the Great Patriarch's army and the heraldic army had already begun to bite each other's fangs. Neymar, too, adjusted his frozen expression and closed his lips.

Richard walked out of the tent, clanging his feet.

Neymar, take a good look. It doesn't look good to have so few enemies, but I'm going to teach you how to knead a battlefield with your hands.

I was actually going to give him a good beating," Richard continued, his voice unusually serious for him. It wasn't the usual teasing, frivolous voice.

Neymar's eyelids fluttered and tension crawled up his spine.

"All right, take a good look.

That's all he said, and Richard stepped onto the battlefield, his black sword at his hip.

The preliminaries played out by the soldiers of the city of Philos had come to an end. Neymar's skin knew that the time for the Archdiocese and heraldry to turn on each other directly was near at hand.

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