Altina the Sword Princess Vol 2 Chapter 1

Regis became a strategist.
 

Although he wasn't confident, he had to make it work somehow.
 

He had quietly told Altina the best course of action.

Having been acknowledged as the commander, she issued the orders to the troops.

"I order Sir Jerome to lead 100 cavalry to intercept the enemy. Find out the number of enemy forces and form a battle front if possible... If the enemy force is too large, you are to withdraw with the safety of our forces as the priority!"

"Orders received!!"

General Jerome who became her subordinate willingly because of the duel led the cavalry out of the fort.

The sound of hooves, clashes of iron and courageous roars came from beyond the stone walls.

Turning their back to the sound of battle, Regis and Altina headed for the central tower.

At the top of the central tower was an observation post overlooking the battlefield, and doubled as a conference room to simulate battle tactics.

First, he needed to treat the wounds Altina sustained during the duel. She had won because of the founding emperor’s sword and some luck, but she was heavily injured and it wouldn't be strange if she needed to be carried in a stretcher.

It must be hard on her, but she still wanted to walk on her own two feet.

The loser Jerome had headed out to battle, so if the winner Altina couldn’t even walk, her objective to display her strength would be in vain.

Blood dripped slowly on the snow by her feet. The young girl who looked like she was going to collapse dragged her feet and forged ahead.

"Hah... hah..."

"Come on, Altina."

Regis beside her couldn’t do anything other than encouraging her on softly.

The distance from the parade square to the central tower seemed so far away.

The tower in the middle of the fortress was a ma.s.sive building made of stone, the main gate was made from steel.

After much effort, they finally made it past the door.

Regis used his body weight to close the door.

"Ugu~~~"

The steel door closed with a loud bang.

The pa.s.sageway enclosed by the stone walls became dark, the sound of fighting seemed far away.

After she was out of sight from the soldiers, Altina collapsed.

She leaned on the wall and panted intensely.

"Al, Altina, are you okay?"

"Yeah... Hah... hah... Ugu... I'm fine... I can... still stand..."

The soldiers in the fortress had headed to their battle stations because of the savages' attack, or were preparing to head out in the parade square. They wouldn’t see the scene inside the central tower, so it was fine to rest here for a moment.

"Altina, all will be lost if you die. Don't push yourself, have a good rest."

"Ugu, yeah..."

And so she rested her back on the stone wall and caught her breath.

Regis sat beside her too.

And looked at her profile.

Altina was said to be even more beautiful than her mother.

her ruby like pupils seemed more profound.

While she was exhausted, her skin was whiter than snow without a hint of darkness.

Even Regis who wasn't too concerned about a lady's beauty was captivated.

those who were 15 would be treated as adults, so Altina was still a child.

But she was strong.

Be it her skills with a sword or her resolve.

She wouldn’t give up no matter how dire the situation.

Even though her hands were stained with dirt and blood, Regis thought that she looked beautiful just like this.

Her thin porcelain-like smooth fingers looked as though it might snap with a gentle touch. Those fingers wielded a heavy two-handed sword taller than she was, defeating the hero Jerome renowned for his combat prowess.

Her unfathomable arm strength was probably because of her lineage and training.

She was too amazing...

"What is it Regis?"

Altina looked at him.

"Ah, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm feeling much better... rather than that, you are staring at me, what is it?"

"Eh? I, I, I'm staring at you?"

"Yes you are, I can feel my body being pierced by your gaze. Nah, do I look weird? Dirt on my face? Don't hold back and just tell me such matters."

"No, you are fine. Beautiful."

"Hah?"

Regis covered his own mouth.

--What did I say to a child five years my junior!?

probably present this song at this moment. But regrettably, Regis didn’t have such artistic talent.

He could only keep quiet and blush.

Altina looked at him with a face of worry.

"Did you catch a cold because you watched the duel in the blizzard? Your face is all red. Take care and don't catch a cold alright?"

Her right hand reached for Regis.

He shuddered at this and backed away.

His reflex was because of embarra.s.sment.

But she seemed mistaken.

"Ah... Sorry. My hands are dirty right?"

"No, it's not that."

"Ah, don't mind me, I don't like flattery or sympathy. My hands are totally different from the n.o.ble ladies right? It's full of sweat during training and the dirt and blood from the duel."

"...I mean it, it's not that."

Regis reached out his hand this time.

Even if his heart was beating wildly, he was still determined to resolve this misunderstanding.

He placed his hand on top of Altina's hand.

 

"Eh?"

"Your, your, your hands are really pretty, these are hands that carried out your own will... Erm, because I don't have experience with intimate contact with females, so... I'm not used to touching girls, so I was a bit startled."

"Ah... yeah..."

Although he succeeded in making her understand, he missed the chance to retract his hand.

Regis thought about it.

This scene was the same as one in a book he read not long ago. He remembered it was Cuiller Romeros' 'Rawl's love journey'.

- I took the young lady’s hand, letting it caress my face and kissed the sweet flower petals...

No way!

If the story progressed in that direction, he would be hung for disrespecting royalty, master Cuiller!

Regis was very troubled.

without doing anything after praising her beauty. He didn’t have anything to refer to.

Just as he was wondering what to do and was petrified,

Cough cough, he heard a coughing sound made forcefully.

He turned back and saw a maid in blue uniform - Clarisse smiling at him.

"Do you want to acc.u.mulate experience in touching females with the princess? Who can't even walk as your partner in private? Mr. Regis."

"Eh eh!? I wasn't planning on doing that."

"You are unexpectedly devious."

"Am not!"

"What did you plan to do to the princess?"

"Not, not planning to do anything!"

"Is that so? I was wondering if the princess needs treatment."

her room with changing her clothes as an excuse, then summon the doctor over."

Altina nodded in agreement.

Clarisse expressed her understanding.

"I understand. And so, princess."

"Heave ho..."

Altina placed her hands on the wall and pushed herself up.

"Fuu... Finally, strength has returned to my legs."

Her face looked at ease.

Regis straightened his back too.

"Don't push yourself too hard."

the duel, so no one will treat me as a bother."

"... There will be problems if you act too recklessly; Death will certainly come... my death from stomach ulcer."

"Ara, that will be troubling. I worked so hard for you to become my strategist."

"Altina, quickly return to your room and receive the treatment from the doctor properly."

"These words... is it the advice of a strategist? Or a fifth grade admin officer? Or as a friend?"

"It is of course as a strategist. We promised."

"Hmm… Well, I have to listen obediently."

Altina started to walk and Clarisse followed in silence quietly.

She didn't support her, just walking alongside her, but she was in position to help if Altina faltered.

"... Then again, why is Miss Clarisse here?"

The plan was for her to wait at the carriage.

Regis to be holding her hands so tightly."

"There, there was a complicated reason behind that, just like in the stories... And that is, well..."

This time, Altina was blushing together with Regis too.

Although Clarisse's words were full of impact as usual, her expression was gentle.

"Mr. Regis, please leave the princess to me."

"No, I will accompany you for a while. I have delegated Sir Evrard to be the second wave."

Evrard was the knight commander of Beilschmidt border regiment, a fierce veteran and reliable warrior.

Clarisse seemed to understand and nodded.

"That means you want to watch the princess get undressed while being treated."

"I didn't say that!?"

"I know. You are worried about the princess."

"Of course."

"But I am worried about the princess' purity."

"You are making me out to be a beast no matter what... Hah, I never thought of such a thing before."

Regis shrugged.

Clarisse's gaze dropped downwards.

"Is that so? I was wondering if that is fine for a man."

"Huh!?"

Altina looked confused.

Clarisse patted the head of the staggering Altina.

"My princess is so cute~ my princess."

"Eh? What's going on?"

"... Miss Clarisse is the worrying one, she will probably teach Altina some weird things."

Regis mumbled to himself.

lacking.

She would be an adult one year later and be of marriageable age. Regis was a bit worried, but everything he knew came from books anyway.

To be honest, it didn’t feel real for Regis to have this conversation. His status was too different from Altina, it was normally impossible for them to chat idly.

She was the princess as well as the commander. Her rank was major general... In comparison, Regis' family had been commoners for generations. He might be a strategist now, but his rank in the army was just a fifth grade admin officer.

Major general, brigadier general, 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th grade, their ranks were six tiers apart.

Having permission to address her by her nickname was nothing short of a miracle...

Regis shook his head strongly to remove unnecessary thoughts.

The soldiers outside were engaging the barbarians. His job was to think of the battle plan, even if his confidence was lacking.

"Well, I will go to the observation deck at the highest floor and direct the battle from there."

"I'm leaving it in your hands, Regis."

"I believe in you, Mr. Regis."

Clarisse was smiling with ease.

After parting with them, Regis ran up the stairs.

He was exhausted when he reached the top floor.

He rested his hands on his knees, focusing on sending air into his lungs.

"Fu... fu... fu... fu..."

"Are you okay!?"

A young knight ran over.

About 16 of age, younger than Regis.

refreshing expression.

He was wearing top grade metal armor with a golden longsword at his waist, a character right out of a novel. His voice was as clear as a girl.

"Are you hurt anywhere!?"

"Eh? Ah, no..."

Regis who was confident in his lack of confidence to the extreme, was hesitant in telling the youth younger than him that climbing the stairs were killing him. He still had that meager amount of pride in him.

He shifted his gaze and regulated his breathing.

"Fu... fu... hah.. not... it's nothing."

"I'm glad you are healthy, Sir Regis."

"Eh? Have we met before?"

"My name is Eric Michael de Blanchard."

 

 

Eric bowed before him politely.

When Regis heard the last name Blanchard, he recalled a familiar name.

"Could it be... You are Sir Evrard's grandson? I remember you were in Marquis Thénezay's army."

"Yes!"

officer.

Thénezay’s headquarters. Eric was saved because of Regis' command, or at least Eric thought so.

For Regis, he thought the combat officer of the reserves unit deserved the credits.

He took another good look at him.

This must be what they mean by graceful appearance.

The knight commander Evrard was like a gorilla in armor wielding a halberd, a giant bald man with a short beard. Regis thought he was still in his prime, but was shocked by how old his grandson was.

But most surprising was the lack of any semblance between the two.

Eric's face was blushing from agitation.

"The steady figure, calm att.i.tude and precise command of Sir Regis back then... I was convinced you are the man I should bet my life on and devote my service to."

His tone was strong, but not crude.

His refreshing smile was elegant like a shining fountain.

Holding Regis who almost died just climbing stairs with such high regards, Regis felt sorry about it.

"... I heard you volunteered to come here?"

“Yes! I just reached here last night. I wanted to greet you, but you seemed to be busy.”

“Not many people would want to come to the front lines here. This is a dangerous place."

"That's why I am here. I was saved by Sir Regis, this time I will become Sir Regis's shield."

"... I am very grateful... But I am not worthy."

"Didn't you a.s.sume the post of strategist? I saw the duel and your declaration just now."

"Ugh."

attention, he wanted to curl up into a ball.

regiment is the fourth princess Marie Quatre. A knight should swear fealty towards a princess right?"

Although Regis was granted permission to address Altina by her nickname, he still avoided doing so in the presence of others to prevent bad rumors from arising.

"Of course, as a knight of the Bulgarian empire, my sword would be wielded in the service of the royalty and n.o.bles. But the bonfire of hope you ignited in the despair of the dark would never be forgotten."

That's a line straight from the theatres. Regis read about operas so he didn’t dislike it, but the compliments from others made him uneasy.

"Bon, bonfire... If you mean a lamp, I was carrying one back then..."

He averted his eyes unconsciously.

Eric's excitement didn't cool down as he said with a smile.

"I had brought the princess' sword with me by my grandfather's orders."

Regis finally caught his breath and looked towards the conference room.

A piece of cloth was laid over the table and Altina's Grand Tonnerre Quatre was placed on it. She couldn't bring it along with her physical condition after the duel, so they had to send someone to deliver it here.

The mud and snow had been cleaned off, leaving it in its original glory. It did not even have a scratch after it went through such a fierce battle.

They saluted when their gaze met Regis'.

Regis went through the windows and reached a position where he could watch the battle. The snow was slowly piling up.

The wind blew towards his face.

This was the second time he came to the observation deck of this conference room. The previous time was the following morning after first arriving at Sierck fortress and Altina showed him around.

The scenery before him was spectacular then, but the view was obscured by snow this time and he can't see far into the distance. This wasn't the time to enjoy the sights anyway.

The battle was progressing before his eyes.

Sierck fort was constructed on the grounds slopping towards the north. A large group of soldiers were gathered in the parade square, waiting for the signal to deploy. Setting the forces on defense duties aside, the stand by units numbered 2000.

300 cavalries were sent out

They faced 600 savages.

The situation had evolved from the initial clash to glaring at each other from a distance.

If they engaged in melee combat, they will fight until one side retreats. But with proper command and control, it was possible to pull some distance away for a chance to rest before unnecessary casualty were caused by fatigue.

Jerome and Evrard's cavalries adopt a formation defending the fort. The barbarians set their eyes on their prey, waiting for a chance from afar like beasts.

On the snowy white plains ravaged by footsteps, several people laid down with no signs of movement. Although the savages had greater losses, the empire's cavalries also had casualties.

Eric came to Regis' side.

"What a great number for the barbarians to muster."

"Yes. The barbarians in this region seemed exceptionally strong... And there should probably be more."

"Why did you think so?"

"Look at how the savages were behaving, they are glancing to their back every now and then. If the rear guards were doing that, they might just be worried about their retreat route being cut off. But the ones in front are doing the same, so it should be right to say they are waiting for reinforcement."

"I get it now. But why attack in waves? Is it to buy time to transport artillery?"

"Barbarians don't have artillery. The plan was probably for the 600 vanguard to infiltrate the fortress under the cover of the blizzard and open the gates for reinforcement."

"The savages can use such tactics!?"

"Well, they can do at least this much to take a fort... But they should be retreating after that plan failed. Could they have some reason compelling them to seize the fort?"

The stalemate didn't last long.

The barbarians charged with a roar.

The battle started anew.

Bracing their lances, the cavalries prepared to engage. This should be their victory in normal cases. It was not surprising for 300 cavalries to rout 600 savages with ease.

But there were many strong warriors amongst the barbarians, making them a match for the cavalries.

Leading all the barbarians was a man in flamboyant attire wielding a giant war axe. Both his appearance and his power were prominent.

The cavalries facing him attack with their lances.

The lances were then broken by the war axe.

with one hand.

The knight bled profusely from his head.

And fell limply from the horse.

There were few savages that can defeat knights one on one. Not the knights with empty t.i.tles living lavishly in the imperial capital, but the ones in the front lines. It was unusual for them to fall so easily.

Regis who was watching sighed.

"That is the... Barbarian King?"

"Who do you mean?"

Eric besides him asked.

"According to the scouting reports, there was a powerful figure that united at least 3 barbarian tribes."

"I see, so that's their king?"

should be common."

"And thus, the Barbarian King."

Eric nodded in enlightenment.

His voice was calm with no hint of a smile. Now wasn't the time to chat happily.

They lost 2 more riders.

Jerome charged over on his jet black horse. He wasn't in armor as he was dueling in uniform and moved out in this attire.

He wasn't holding the thin spear used in the duel, but a silver lance.

Regis pointed at Jerome.

"That is Sir Jerome's lance 'Le Cheveu D'une Dame' (Dame’s hair). It is famous as the weapon of heroes. 4.2Pa (311cm) long, the tip is made from fairy silver."

"Fairy silver was said to be a gift from the fairies to the 'Flame Emperor'.

"There was a legend like that... The current theory says it is some form of natural alloy."

Smelting several types of metals and mixing them to form material better than iron, this was common knowledge in this era.

Jerome thrust with his lance. The attack was so sharp even the bystanders could tell from afar that it was better than the other knights. The lance shot forward in an instant.

The Barbarian King blocked it with his war axe and tried to close the gap in order to counter attack.

Seeing through his opponent's intention, Jerome thrust his lance at his enemy.

When the lance was about to hit, the barbarian king twisted his upper body to dodge.

Not giving the barbarian king time to recover, Jerome aimed for his heart and pressed the attack. It was parried by the war axe again.

 

Jerome's enemy retreated.

They were about equal in abilities, but his weapon and being on a horse gave Jerome the edge-- Regis a.n.a.lyzed the battle before him.

Eric leaned forward.

"It's grandfather!"

Evrard was dispersing the savages with his giant halberd.

"Hmmm, as expected of the knight captain."

"I want to fight too! Sir Regis, allow me to reinforce them! We should send out the 3rd wave if the enemy has reinforcements right?"

That was the normal course of command. No matter how the process goes, all the forces will be deployed from the front.

"The enemy will run if we send in more troops at this point."

"Isn't expelling them the objective?"

"You are correct, but they will definitely try again... If possible, I want this battle to affect all future engagement as well."

"Future engagements? What do you mean?"

"Eh... Pen and paper...?"

"At once!"

Eric ran to the conference room and brought paper, pen and ink over.

Regis thought about using the table, but he remembered the 'Thundering Quartet' placed on it.

And Regis felt he might do just that with how preoccupied he was.

"... Sorry, could you hold the ink for me?"

"Okay!"

Eric took the place of a desk.

He started to write hurriedly.

"Erm—Will this do? This should be easy to understand..."

He signed off and rolled the paper up. The ink wasn't dry yet, but it's fine if it’s legible.

He handed it to Erica.

"Please deliver this to Sir Jerome, Sir Evrard and the commander in the parade square."

"Understood! This is the very first orders of the strategist!"

"Hmm? Ah... That is true..."

"Since its Sir Regis, there must be brilliant instructions written on it."

border regiment with 3000 soldiers, skilful command is just a theory on paper."

"Is that so?"

"That's how it is if you don't prepare the orders. Commanding in this era is like predicting 5 steps ahead in chess and giving instructions."

Eric looked at the paper in his hand.

"You mean... You had written the next 5 steps in this?"

"Well, you can say that."

"That is like a prophecy."

"I can't divine the future, and I heard it's not anything good either... I just coincidentally read similar battle records and happened to know about this."

"I will deliver this message even if it cost me my life!"

"No no. It's okay to lose it, I can just write another one. Just don't get hurt."

"Yes, alright... I understand."

Eric might be too young and rash.
 

As Eric was leaving, he said to the knights on standby:
 

"You guys too. There is nothing else for you, so I leave escorting Eric to you."
 

They looked at each other in surprise, then salute to express their comprehension.

The 3 knights left the conference room.
 

"Ara ara..."
 

Regis supported his face with his hand while leaning on the railing of the observation deck.
 

Should he have told Eric the future of the empire was depending on the safe delivery of the message?
 

That would definitely improve his morale...
 

"Hmmm, usually, young soldiers in such positions are reckless with their lives~~"
 

The man on man fight between Jerome and the barbarian king was intense.
 

It was clear even on the observation deck that Jerome's attack was filled with blood thirst.
 

That doesn't mean he was going easy on Altina back then, but he was definitely fighting without intending to kill the princess.
 

The barbarian king was good too, fending off the consecutive attack with his war axe while looking for an opening to break the lance and counter attack.
 

If the lance wasn't made from fairy silver, it probably would break.
 

In the end the war axe cracked in a clash, forcing the barbarian king back.
 

Jerome wanted to press the attack, but Eric made it just in time.
 

The orders were relayed--
 

Jerome was far away from Regis, but he still glared at him.
 

The distance from the observation deck to the battlefield was vast and you shouldn't be able to see the expression. But Jerome somehow conveyed his anger.
 

It couldn't be helped since this was a battle.
 

But if the distance wasn't this far, that gaze might have stopped Regis' heart.
 

What would he had said if they were within speaking distance?
 

A short moment later--
 

Jerome's 100 cavalry and Evrard's 200 riders cleared to either side, leaving a route to the fortress.

He wasn't happy, but Jerome carried out his orders.
 

At the same time, the main gate opened.
 

The giant metal gate opened outwards.
 

At this time, the sound of footsteps rushing to the conference room could be heard.
 

Regis turned and looked.
 

"Hmmm?"
 

"Ah, it's here!"
 

Altina barged in, her left wrist in a sling. She wore a new dress, wearing all her armor except the ones on her chest and left arm.
 

Behind her was the maid Clarisse and --
 

A woman in white.
 

That lady looked displeased.
 

"Princess, didn't I told you to rest quietly?"
 

Wearing spectacles that were expensive in this era and with her hair cut to the same length, she gave off the impression of a man.
 

Her ident.i.ty was the imperial doctor, 29 years of age.
 

Regis didn't get her name. Female doctors were rare in the empire, and Sierck fortress only had one doctor, so everyone addressed her as the lady doctor.
 

Just like Clarisse, she seemed to have followed the princess since her time in the palace.
 

Altina looked much better.
 

Regis smiled with relief.

"Hi. Are you fine now?"
 

"Yeah!"
 

"You are not fine!"

The lady doctor squinted her eyes behind her gla.s.ses and roared.
 

Altina shook her right hand.

"I am really fine! I can walk normally now. Lady doctor is overprotective."

"You have a fracture!"

"I know but..."

"Eh!? Fracture!?"

Regis asked in shock, the lady doctor nodded in irritation.

"Really, you are the princess. Full recovery will be in 3 months. Princess, please don't increase my workload."

"Wouldn't it be boring if you don't practice your medical skills?"

Altina refused to compromise.

Clarisse sighed.

"Wild animals were said to continue hunting even if they suffer a fracture. That's how it is, nothing we can do about it."

Regis and the lady doctor sighed deeply.

"Hah~~... Our princess is just like the grey wolves."

"Ara ara..."

"What? It can't be helped since it was a duel! That aside, how goes the battle, Regis!? Have we won!?"

Altina stood besides Regis and watch the situation from the observation deck.

Her expression changed.

"Huh!? What is happening!? Won't the enemy march right in!"

"Well... Jerome and Evrard split to either side and the main door is left open. We will intimidate them with the possibility of attack from 3 sides."

"In such a situation, they should be guarding the front of the fortress, and split to either side after the reinforcements are deployed!? If you open the main gate before them, wouldn't the enemy charge in!?"

Altina a.n.a.lyzed the situation deftly.

Regis was impressed.

"Impressive. You have memorized the basics of tactics!"

"It is obvious there is a catastrophic failure here! The enemy will enter via the main gate... Ah, they are coming in one after another!?"

The savages were charging into the parade square in front of the central tower.

They were engaging the empire troops who had mustered for reinforcement.

The lady doctor's face turned pale.

"Hey, Mr. strategist, is it really okay!?"

"... For the time being."

Altina stared at him.

"I believe in Regis. So, please explain to me clearly."

and the main gate were wide open, what would you think?"

"Great chance!"

Altina answered immediately.

The lady doctor replied "Could this be a trap?" Clarisse said "I don't know."

Regis continued to explain.

"Well, that's the few possible opinions. People who attacks thinking it's a chance, some who are wary about the possibility of a trap and others who don't understand and can't take any action... They will definitely split in their opinions. It's a tough question, a real battle is different from chess, the actions might be unorthodox... The soldiers are battling under the delicate psychological balance of fear and glory."

"Won't they attack en ma.s.se and then play by ear?"

"If they knew this was happening, it might be possible to maintain command. But the barbarians don’t have a clear chain of command, so they will be slow to attack if they spot an unexpectedly good opportunity."

The lady doctor tilted her head.

"Why would they attack together even though it's possible this is a trap? I won't go if it was up to me, I will decide my things on my own."

"Because the empire's cavalry are watching from the sides. They have to follow if their comrades charge, they will be attacked on both sides by the cavalries if they stay."

"Ah... I see... So they have to go along."

"Yeah. But the riders will be faster in climbing up the snowy slope, so Sir Jerome and Sir Evrard's riders will return to the main gate faster than them."

It was as Regis said.

Only 200 of the 600 savages made it into the fort. The slow advance of the enemy was cut off by the cavalries from the side.

The hors.e.m.e.n turned into a double wall in front of the main gate.

Altina claped her hands.

"I see, divide and conquer!"

"... That's part of it."

"There's another reason?"

"Splitting them is just a means... A way to surround the strongest chess piece of the enemy... The barbarian king is very strong, even Sir Jerome finds it hard to subdue him... Judging from his personality, he seemed to prefer standing on the forefront of the battle."

Reckless, like a certain princess.

Right right, Altina nodded in agreement.

"That's how a commander should act."

"In my last unit, the headquarters were usually situated in the rear... Anyway, we should make use of this. He should charge in straight if he spots any weakness."

Clarisse asked:

"Mr. Regis, is everything going well?"

"We can probably win."

"What are you worrying about then?"

"Eh? Is that the expression on my face? Oh no..."

"That's how it looks to me."

Altina and the lady doctor stared at him after listening to Clarisse.

Regis scratched his head.

"... On the whole, things are progressing as I expects, but there is one worrying factor. If the savages refuse to surrender, the strategy would be a failure."

Eric had relayed the orders to the soldiers in the parade square.

The soldiers equipped with giant shields to defend against arrows formed a wall inside the main gates, behind them were pike men ready to attack.

After setting the improvised trap, the gates opened and the barbarians swarmed in shortly after.

"Warghhh--!!"

The barbarians roared like beasts and charged.

The thick wood and leather shields were being ripped apart.

And the pikes thrust out.

"Hya--!!"

The chests of the savages were pierce, spraying out blood.

The battle would be a failure if they broke through the encirclement. With a large number of noncombatants supporting the soldiers in the fortress, there would be many casualties.

The empire's soldier in the parade square numbered 1000-- the barbarians were 200 strong.

They could subdue them under normal conditions.

A man suddenly flew out from the besieged barbarians.

Regis who was watching from the observation deck pointed at him.

"That's the Barbarian King.

"Is he strong!?"

Altina leaned out to look.

One of the savages probably noticed Regis watching them.

An arrow was shot.

Regis didn't even have time to notice.

The iron tipped arrow flew through the air.

the arrow.

The tip was right before his eyes.

"Eh...?"

Altina pounced on Regis suddenly.

A metallic thud echoed out.

the arrow falling off.

"Ugu, wah!?"

"What is it!? Are you hurt!?"

"Are are are you alright Altina!? What about your wound?"

armor, right?"

"I am not asking about that."

Anyway, she seemed to be fine.

his underlings, he jumped again.

Over the top of the empire soldiers bracing with pikes and shields.

"Hyaaa---!!"

Using a new giant war axe, he smashed the heads of the soldiers.

arm flying with his war axe.

Screams erupted.

His strength made the surrounding people fell into chaos.

How widespread was the damage... Maybe the encirclement had already collapsed.

from the front, becoming the hero that turned the tide of war.

Maybe the barbarian king would achieve similar accomplishment and become a new legend.

... If the strategist was inept.

While Regis was being intimidated by the flying arrow, his plan was underway.

rest.

And the Barbarian King charged there naturally.

He had to go.

inside the fort will be decimated.

Using his tribesmen as a platform, the Barbarian King jumped again.

out.

"Hyaa!!"

The troops shouted in unison.

as Bolas.

Unlike arrows, it was a wide area weapon, able to hit fast moving critters easily. But it was seldom used in warfare...

Several of it was thrown out at the same time.

The barbarian king wielded his war axe, deflecting 3 of it.

"Shyaaaa!!"

But one of it entangled his arm. When he flicked it off, another got his legs.

The lead weight hit his stomach and the king fell down with one arm propping himself up.

"Uguu!?"

When he lifted his head, several halberds were in front of him.

A captain ranked knight roared fiercely "Don't move! You monkey!" as he raised his sword.

"Don't kill him!"

A loud sound that overwhelmed the fighting noises in the parade square was uttered clearly.

It was Altina.

Regis' ears were ringing because he was standing next to her.

By her command, the knight stilled his blade, sparing the Barbarian King's life.

Regis cupped his ears.

"... What is it all of a sudden?"

"I want to speak with that person."

"Eh? What?"

He didn't catch that because his ears were ringing... Not really, Regis was just surprise by what she said.

For the citizens of Belgaria, barbarians were an existence similar to dangerous beasts.

It was like trying to talk to a man eating wolf, so others would look at her with confusion.

It was a common a.s.sumption that you couldn't communicate with savages.

Although Regis thought differently... But he was surprised when someone like Altina said something like that.

"Isn't it a pity for a powerful warrior to die like this?"

you right now."

"I don't really get you, but it seemed that you do approve of this."

Altina took a deep breath.

Regis took a step back and cupped her ears. Clarisse and the lady doctor did the same.

Altina shouted once again.

"I, the 4th princess Marie Quatre Argentina De Belgaria! Wish to speak with the king of barbarians! Both sides, cease battle immediately!"

She just shouted out her true feelings.

king's capture.

And adding in the excitement of the battle, it naturally evolved into this.

The soldiers raised their sword or pikes, cheering victoriously.

"Woahhhh--!!""

"Vive l'Empire!!"

"Long live Marie Quatre!! Vive l'Empereur!!"

With the battle decided conclusively, the cheers completely demoralized the savages.

After climbing up the steep slope in a blizzard, battling the tough cavalries and besieged after charging into the fort, the acc.u.mulated fatigue was a major contributing factor...

Most of the barbarians let go of their weapon and knelt.

Part 2

 

The savages were gathered in a corner of the fort with their backs to the wall, guarded by soldiers with pikes and bows at least 10 paces away.

The blizzard was over, but it was still winter in the northern region.

If this was not resolved overnight, there might be people freezing to death.

Altina and the Barbarian King's dialogue must conclude before dawn-- Regis thought.

The cheers should be audible outside the fort too... Nearly 400 of the savages didn't surrender and they congregated in a bunch a short distance away from the fortress.

commander.

That was Regis' recollection of the events so far.

He was worried about a ma.s.sacre happening.

If the savages didn't surrender, the empire's army that had them surrounded might kill them off. It's nothing special, but Regis wanted to avoid that for both strategical and emotional reasons.

It was great that losses on both sides were kept to a minimum, Regis breathed in relief.

Just as Regis thought, the reinforcement of the barbarians appeared shortly after.

They joined the group outside the fort, considering their options as they looked over here-- but they remained in place without attacking or retreating.

They seemed to be waiting for the dialogue to end.

Year of the empire 850, the last battle of Sierck fortress came to an end in a tense atmosphere.

"Hey Regis!"

Jerome returned to the central tower with the att.i.tude of the cavalry charge.

"Ah, yes..."

Regis was logging the battle reports on the table in the conference room. It should have been done by appointed personnel, but with all the admin officers chased off by Jerome, there was no one else to fill in the post.

Altina returned to her room to change into a dress for the dialogue with the barbarian king. She couldn't attend the dialogue with her left hand in a sling.

Jerome leaned in close.

"What the h.e.l.l was that battle plan!?"

"... That... Considering the blizzard, it will be hard to chase them down if they were to scatter..."

neighboring nations!?"

"Its fine, having a 14 year old princess as the commander is enough for them to make fun of us."

"That's worse!"

Regis calmed him down with soothing words.

enemy to misjudge our strength."

But you missed out one thing."

"What is it?"

"I, hate people looking down on me!"

"... Is, is that so?"

Regis scratched his head, he didn't factor that in.

pride.

As expected, reality wouldn't progress like the books.

Rather than feeling uneasy about his talent as a strategist, Regis was just feeling uneasy in general.

"Speaking of which, we seemed to have captured savages. Why aren't they dead?"

"The princess wished to have a dialogue with them."

"Dialogue? Is the princess stupid? Barbarians should just be hung or enslaved."

He wasn't finding fault or bad mouthing her, Jerome was really puzzled by the princess' state of mind.

Regis didn't think the barbarians were wild beast... But he understood that such views belonged in the  minority.

This was also a gamble in order to reach the goal that was too far away.

It would be great if the dialogue with the barbarians proceeded well.

On the flip side, the princess would gain the reputation of being naive and lack common sense if the dialogue was to break down.

Because the end point of the target was too difficult to reach, they would always face gambles with the odds against them.

It's about time."

Regis got up from his chair.

Jerome headed for the exit too.

"I have opened the warehouse. Meat and alcohol will be needed."

"... Ah, I understand."

Regis was wondering what to use as the reward for victory, but it seemed that having a feast was the style of this regiment.

That was the case too when they nabbed the bandits some time ago.

In his old unit, those who achieved merit could obtain jewels or art pieces as rewards. Would the troops here be fine without such treasures? Regis was worried about that all this time.

"Thank you for your guidance."

"This is not for you or the princess. It is the duty of the generals to reward his charges."

"I will keep that in mind."

"Hmmp... Don't act humble all of a sudden. Are you mocking me?"

"Your request is hard for me to grasp."

"Just speak your mind. Others couldn't trust you because of the way you act."

"Speak my mind?"

"Yes, just say it without hiding anything."

"... I want a holiday. I want to read books."

"Why the h.e.l.l would I care!"

"How mean."

Regis' shoulders drooped.

The central courtyard used for training had been turned into a temporary audience room.

Altina was seated in a chair in the middle.

To hide her left arm, a large mantle covered her left shoulder and her knees.

Regis stood to her right while Jerome stand by to her left.

the tip of their spear’s.

Originating from the founding emperor's nickname of 'L’Empereur Flamme', the flag was red and decorated with 7 swords.

Historically, the first emperor fought under the banner of a pure white flag. But in recent times, all the nations treated the white flag as a sign of surrender or ceasefire.

Between the 2 rows of soldiers, the barbarian king was brought in.

His arms were tied to his waist, with Evrard holding the other end of the rope. Eric was standing behind him.

Evrard stopped 10 paces away from Altina.

Altina glanced over at him.

"It's fine, bring him closer. It's a pain to talk so far away."

"But..."

"And release the ropes. I want a dialogue, not a prisoner inspection.

"Princess!? This man moves as fast as a monkey, it's too dangerous!"

It’s normal for Evrard to object.

But Altina didn't care.

Wouldn't they mock me as a coward?"

"Ugh... Mah... I understand."

Evrard was worried because Altina was injured, and also the feelings of the troops.

Sometimes, the dignity of being in a high position was more important than personal safety.

The ropes were removed and the barbarian king moved within 5 paces away.

Regis' mouth was dry from the tension.

Similar to Jerome, the Barbarian King looked like he was in his late twenties, wearing clothes made from animal skin and bird feathers.

All the savages depicted in the empire's drawings showed them as demons defeated by knights, or looking like monkeys or bears. But the Barbarian King had a n.o.ble air about him.

He arrogantly looked down at the princess, refusing to kneel.

There were chairs that elevate you higher when you sat down, but it couldn't be moved to this temporary audience hall.

Evrard frowned.

"I will introduce myself again... I am Marie Quatre Argentina De Belgaria, princess that is 4th in line to the throne."

The king didn't say a word.

Was it impossible to communicate with words? The soldiers became doubtful.

Regis thought the king looked like he was deep in thought. Regis believed that to be true.

The barbarian king spoke:

"What a long name."

He spoke in the language of Germania, the neighboring nation.

He probably hailed from Germania. And he was educated enough to understand the Bulgarian language.

Even with the eruption of war, interaction between the empire and the surrounding nations remained frequent.

It was thus proper manners for royalty and aristocrats to learn the language of neighboring countries.

Although Regis was a commoner, he learned Germanian too during his education in the military academy.

This means apart from the rank and file troops hoisting the flag, everyone present knew Germanian.

Evrard accused him:

"How insolent of you! This is the princess!"

"Etiquette? Belgarians like meaningless things."

Altina stopped the red face Evrard by raising her hand.

"It's okay, he is not a citizen of the empire. It is strange to ask people who were neither subordinates nor citizens to show their respect."

The loyal knight commander understood what the princess meant and shut his mouth,

Altina asked the barbarian in Germanian:

"How should I address you? It is proper manners to introduce yourself after being told someone else's name. Or do the barbarians have no names as the rumor says?"

"We don't see ourselves as barbarians. My name is Diethart, I had left my birthplace behind. And our nation is called Bargainheim."

Jerome smiled sarcastically.

He leaned back exaggeratedly, as if he was scared. He raised his voice for all the troops to hear.

"Hah... What a grand discovery. I didn't know the savages can joke. That dark forest is actually a country! Belgaria's neighboring country was not the Germania trash, but the barbarian nation!"

All the soldiers laughed heartily.

Diethart grind his teeth as he was being mocked.

But the one erupting in anger was-- Altina.

Her right fist smashed on her arm rest, shattering the elegant wooden chair into pieces.

"Ah..."

The place turned silent.

After coughing dryly:

"It seemed like I have to teach you how to receive guests. That's enough, all of you leave."

"Princess!?"

Evrard protest strongly, but Altina wasn't taking back her words.

She straightened the half destroyed chair with a kick.

"Everyone retreat by 30 paces! This is an order!

Jerome rubbed the scar on his jaw.

"Fufufu... Will that be fine? You might get strangled by the barbarian right?"

"I will be depending on you if that happened."

"What if you were taken hostage?"

"Ara, so you do worry about me."

"Forget it. Chat with that Germania idiot however much you want."

Jerome walked towards the wall.

Regis was planning to leave, but Altina grabbed him by the collar.

"Where are you going?"

formally:

"By the princess' command..."

"You are the strategist, this is the time for you to work. Any objections?"

"... I am a bit thirsty."

"Ah, I forgot about that."

Regis and Altina stayed behind while Jerome and the troops retreated by 30 steps all the way to the wall. Evrard and Eric kept their distance too.

A short while later, 2 new chairs, a tables as well as red wine was sent over.

Diethart took a seat first.

Altina sat opposite him while Regis stood to one side.

"Doesn't this feel great? It is just like a cafe terra.s.se."

"... Yes. In the courtyard with piling snow, a cafe terra.s.se surrounded by menacing soldiers. This will definitely be popular in the empire. Although I haven't seen one before."

"It might attract a huge crowd."

Altina seemed to be in a good mood and smiled.

Diethart doesn't look too friendly.

"Belgarians seem to prefer drinking coffee by the side of a road. How queer."

"The northern nations are cold, so it's understandable. Belgaria has a warm climate and the wind feels nice. That might be so, but I have never visited an open air cafe by the streets before... Just once, I want to try drinking coffee in a nice shop."

If Altina visited a cafe terra.s.se, it would attract a large crowd of spectators. Drinking coffee leisurely was impossible.

There should be a balcony in the palace-- Regis swallowed these words. The coffee in a place filled with the jealousy and mockery wouldn't taste nice no matter what.

Time for the main topic.

"Princess, there isn't much time left before the sun sets."

"We have questions for you, Diethart. Are you the king of Bargainheim?

"Nein. We formed a nation but we have no kings. I just happened to be one of the founders, so everyone follows my lead."

"Isn't that a king?"

"I won't take money or food from my fellow citizens."

"Oh, so there is no taxation."

Diethart nodded.

Altina thought it was something fresh and interesting.

"Isn't that great Regis? A country without taxes! The citizens must be so happy!"

"... If the citizens don't think it is unfair."

"Wouldn't everyone be equal if there were no taxes?"

"For example... The fields need to be guarded. Who will decide the order of the watch?"

"Hmm? Wouldn't a representative like Diethart do that?"

When 2 or more people live together, there will be people who make decisions and people who provide services. No matter what their names may be, they are still the kings and tax collectors.

"Ah, that's how it is."

"No taxation means no country. An organization can't be formed with ideals alone... Although the citizens will still be supportive while the country was still winning battles..."

Regis stopped here.

Diethart glared at him.

"Bargainheim might indeed be a small nation and it is a fact we could not reach our ideals in many areas. But the empire is wrong. We have many people who came to us to escape the tyranny of the empire."

Regis didn't argue and waited for Altina to speak.

This was the dialogue she was hoping for, he could only a.s.sist her from the side.

Regis' position, it was possible for the other party to refuse dialogue with him.

Altina needed to take the lead in the dialogue.

"I think the empire is wrong too."

He should have answered instead -- Regis regretted his decision and his stomach started to hurt.

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