"(Well, if it doesn't work out, that's when. I don't have much to spare. Just storming for the client)"
Pfeiffer never grew up blessed, even though he was one to be brought into the royal family. He grew up in a lean land and was forced to live almost unchanged from the civilian population. That he knew the weak vulnerabilities of Clier's land, which, no matter how many times he plowed or dug into the water, would soon wither away.
I want a green covered earth. At least Pfeiffer thought so from an early age that she wanted a earth that would only work for what she put into it. Of course, a country called Clia didn't have the same idea. The vicinity of the fort of Salamo, which is currently the arena of battle, is also one achievement over the years in which the clientele grew forests. Few trees bear fruit, but the trees were firmly rooted and the greenest of the earth of Clia.
Countries that cannot feed themselves can only rely on national traffic with other countries. However, Pfeiffer also fully anticipated that the client, who was originally a hunting nation, would not be able to negotiate well with other countries. I still managed where Krums was indolent, but a new princess named Rayfan apparently possesses your qualities, though young. Exports of unfavourable conditions were already cut off by tariffs and so on, and Krums was restricting trade with its clients and, conversely, was opening up new trading routes with the countries of the Beasts. The center also understands that the client is gradually placed at a disadvantage.
To this end, I want fertile land, even using somewhat forceful means. Such an idea was in the center, but the client does not have a big name just to transfer it to execution. Even if someone is sacrificed. Pfeiffer had come to this battle ready to equal such self-sacrifice. Perhaps victorious, domestic criticism is inevitable. But still, Pfeiffer really thought.
"Bring the example here."
When Pfeiffer ordered, Grants opened a separate room door and invited one man in. The man wore a colored robe deep, as if he were a magician, but when he removed the robe's headscarf, he removed a clown-like mask from it.
"Thank you for purchasing this one"
"Decision-making complaints are good. Did you say Dollar or something more than that, or how did the product finish this time? I guess it'll be a use, huh?
"Well, let's just say 80% in terms of completion."
"With all that hassle and time, do you still call it 80%?
Pfeiffer turned into an angry look. Of course, it's not like self-restraint doesn't work. But this merchant, a few moments later, said a few moments later and sloppy, extended the experiment so far. At that time, it was not once or twice that we attempted to obliterate the evidence of coercion. Pfeiffer was also sweating cold when she didn't see it.
Dorn continues.
"But Lord Pfeiffer, this is the first time you've grown a big product so far, even as we are. If, at any rate, the buyer is also the commander of a country, let us also expect him to be a big mouth buyer. Most importantly, your shopping is by far the biggest. We're all here to help you."
"But even if we get here, we haven't achieved anything yet. Even while we do that, isn't the war going to end? Where are you going to use it?"
"Isn't that why we're prolonging the war? From the very beginning, we intervened to cause more injuries to our children than we needed, or deliberately lost to Weasel, and when this one was in our favor, we sent mercenaries to them."
"But the Karatzel Cavalry was too much"
"Sure. They were a little too good. Plus, Blackhawk's intervention was superfluous. I don't deny there's been a miscalculation."
"And things got too big. Arnelia will be intervening soon. In that case, the battle is forced to end. What are you gonna do?
"Arnelia, right? They probably won't intervene. Not until there's another big move."
I felt Dorne grinned ominously under the mask, roughly as Pfeiffer worried. Grants also perceived signs of disgust, and his expression is frightening. But before Pfeiffer said anything, he heard a knock at the entrance to the room.
"Yes, there are raiders in this fort. There was a report that I'm sure they'll follow up with more details."
"At this time? I'll let you know as soon as I know the details."
"I say!
But almost at the same time as Pfeiffer's words, there was another voice coming from outside the door. Apparently, other soldiers have arrived. It is not a good sign that the decree will arrive early in the arrow succession. Pfeiffer's voice is also natural and irritating.
"Something!
"Ha, it looks like the identity of the enemy must be the man who probably raided our fort last time and killed all the commanding ranks. I thought you were Blackhawk's 2nd squad!
"The infamous Reaper! Then I guess the aim is my neck."
Pfeiffer didn't like it, I thought. I'm not afraid of being killed. But if they're notorious Reapers, they'll definitely come here. In that case, all the plans under way will be water bubbles.
Pfeiffer worried. And I told Dorn off like I had decided to.
"Can you move me now?
"Are you sure? If you move it now, there's no guarantee you'll listen to me, is there?
"I don't mind, if it's a simple order even in my current state, I'll ask. Imprint only the target point. Before the enemy gets on here, he'll unleash that one on the enemy line!
"Okay. If that's the will of your employer."
When Dorn put on his hood again, he stepped out of the room. Later, my last name comes into the room.
"Dear Pfeiffer, I brought you water... that"
"The guests have gone home, they don't need it either. More of a battle outfit, more of a battle."
"Yes, I understand."
The first name left the scene in a hurry when he received the order. Grants also gives a bowl of grace to move the soldiers, after the spot. Pfeiffer opened the map on the spot and confirmed the location of the enemy's fortress.