Magicless Extra: The Villain’s Survival Method – Chapter 146.2

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟒𝟔.2: 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐫 (13)

“It’s not too late.”

Looking at Muzak extending his hand, Douglas unconsciously grasped it. At that moment, Earl Hess and Earl Himmler entered the room, and Muzak, upon seeing them, grinned.

“Your Highness!”

As Earl Himmler’s shout snapped the Third Prince back to his senses, he realized what was happening.

“What is this. . .”

A magic circle formed beneath the feet of Muzak and the Third Prince, instantly teleporting them away.

“. . .”

“. . .”

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Kwagwang!

Tatatatatata!

“These bastards want to see this through to the bitter end, don’t they?”

The Western Military District forces, either unaware of the Third Prince’s escape or fighting with reckless abandon despite knowing, continued their assault.

“What shall we do, Commander?”

In response to Elsa’s question, Oswald, after much deliberation, decided to issue an ultimatum. He prepared the Gigant Riders, Armored Corps, and Air Force, ready to annihilate the Western Military District forces gathered in the northern part of the city if necessary.

While the offensive would result in the destruction of the northern city district, it was a more cost-effective solution than sacrificing more troops. The Paris City Council volunteered to send an envoy to deliver the ultimatum.

“I am Councilman Jean-Claude, Commander.”

“Good, Councilman Claude.”

A brief lull was created, and during that time, Councilman Jean-Claude, bearing a white flag, entered the northern part of the city.

The exhausted Western Military District troops seemed to see a glimmer of hope in Jean-Claude as he walked alone into their midst.

‘𝘛𝘴𝘬.’

The soldiers below were merely following the orders of their superiors. It was said that some units had already abandoned their posts and surrendered. . .

Upon arriving at the command post, Councilman Jean-Claude met with Lieutenant General Maluan von Gram Zurich, the acting commander of the Western Military District.

“It’s an honor to meet you. I am Councilman Jean-Claude from Paris City, volunteering as an envoy on behalf of the Iberia United Military District Headquarters.”

“Lieutenant General Maluan von Gram Zurich, Councilman.”

“The United Military District Commander has stated that if you surrender now, your troops will not be held accountable.”

“Hmm. . .”

Those words implied that only the officers would be held responsible. Indeed, the rebellion had been instigated by the officers’ support for the Third Prince, and he himself had followed the Third Prince, leading to the current predicament.

However, the soldiers had simply followed orders. They were mere pawns, destined to be hailed as heroes if they won and placed the Third Prince on the throne, or face a gruesome death if they failed. And since the rebellion had been crushed without even a semblance of success, there was little left to say.

“Sigh. . . Very well, at least spare the soldiers.”

“Please disarm all soldiers and send them out.”

Thus, the long civil war finally came to an end with Oswald’s return. Hundreds of thousands of Western Military District soldiers were reorganized under the Iberia United Military District.

As promised, they were not punished. However, it was impossible to keep them together, so they were absorbed and reorganized within the Iberia United Military District.

This resulted in a significant expansion of Oswald’s army.

Many viewed Oswald’s actions with concern. In particular, the central and southern nobles, who had to cede considerable power to the eastern nobles due to Oswald’s influence, harbored resentment.

They increasingly demanded that Oswald’s military authority be revoked. Even his father, Wilhelm, felt uneasy about Oswald’s powerful army and believed that seizing his military power was necessary for his own peace of mind.

Central Imperial Palace.

“Tsk.”

Valentine, the Emperor, felt tempted to wipe out the central and southern nobles who were engrossed in their power struggles and establish a strong centralized government.

“Do those fools only care about their own greed? The rebellion is not yet over, and the threat of Chaos looms before us. . . yet they worry about their own interests being compromised. . .”

The southern nobles, who had recently amassed great wealth through oil, were particularly troublesome. Having been relatively weak compared to the central nobles, they now believed they could emulate the success of the eastern nobles in suppressing the central power.

They began to pressure Emperor Valentine using oil, which was causing much turmoil within the Empire. Ironically, the conquest of the desert had been achieved by the Southern Military District forces. Yet, after granting them the authority to govern their territories, they were acting as if they owned the world.

In the midst of this, Emperor Valentine received information through Hecaton. Arwen in the north was planning to strike the oil production sites necessary for operating the Tiger tanks, in an attempt to delay the offensive.

After much deliberation, the Emperor decided not to inform the southern nobles or the Southern Military District of this intelligence. He intended to use this opportunity to eliminate the southern nobles once their oil production was disrupted, thereby incorporating the southern desert oil fields directly under imperial control.

Thus, Emperor Valentine began to manipulate his enemies within the Empire’s political landscape, and the snowball effect of his actions would have unforeseen consequences.

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“Alright, now we head north! Let’s go there, finish off the remaining rebels, and get some rest! War after war! I’m sick and tired of it!”

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