The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! – Chapter 112

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝟐: 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧

The area is too vast.

The Gladstone camp only has five hundred combatants, yet they must defend four blocks in the city.

One hundred and twenty-five guards per block would usually be enough.

Moreover, Gladstone lacked military strategy, they had no choice but to operate with the same security system as when the Lintrite Kingdom was still thriving.

Upon returning from inspection, Miliaria expressed despair, spreading her arms wide.

“We absolutely cannot defend this.”

In the first place, it is strange to live divided into four city blocks. The number of supporters from the Gladstone camp is around three thousand people.

In one block, that would be more than enough.

We, for example, originally lived in the ruins of a watermill with just four people.

“So, should we move to another block?”

“There’s no way we’d make it in time. If it were something we could accomplish in a day or two, that’d be a different story.”

I shook my head at Gladstone’s words.

When we executed the grand night flight operation, it took us more than a month to prepare. Even though this is a significantly smaller number, I don’t think it’s something we can easily move.

Moreover, the fact that Galangran hasn’t being fled in this situation means there’s a possibility that the people have a strong emotional attachment to this city, or a strong native spirit, and may not want to move.

In addition, any hasty movement could potentially provoke an attack.

We have no choice but to ask the people to continue their daily lives as usual.

“What should we do then? Strategist Lionel.”

“If we can’t defend, we have no choice but to attack.”

I shrug my shoulders.

Gladstone’s eyes widened.

We don’t know the number of the other camps. We don’t know their headquarters. We don’t understand their strategic philosophy. We don’t even know their military strength. To attack in such a state is insane.

“Well, if you think about it normally.”

However, here in Galangran, there is an incredibly effective, special secret strategy.

Suddenly, a thunderous noise resonates, and a mushroom-shaped cloud billows into the sky.

The soldiers from the Gladstone camp who had experienced the Battle of Paul’s Plains crouched down, clutching their heads.

Among them, some were trembling.

I apologize.

For dredging up old wounds.

But, there’s something I need you guys to do after this.

That’s why you were stationed near the front lines.

The Flare Tick Explosion magic that Miliaria and Salieri used should have detonated quite high in the sky, so there should be no injuries.

Only the sound and shockwave.

And a mushroom cloud for visual effect.

Rain will begin to fall soon, reinforcing the impression of divine wrath.

Now, soldiers, go and proclaim the justice of the Gladstone camp loudly.

“God has blessed Gladstone’s rule. Those who oppose it will be met with divine judgement. Those who wish to submit should gather in the main square. Those who will not, leave Galangran.”

That’s the message.

In essence, it’s a show of force.

It’s likely to be particularly effective on the people of Galangran who know about the disastrous defeat of Lintrite Kingdom in the Battle of Paul Plain.

If we can’t defend firmly and crush the opposing camps, the best option is to show that we have immense power.

“Instilling fear is generally a bad idea, but in the early stages of rule, it can be unavoidable.”

In the current Galangran, where power reigns, justice without power is impotent.

First, we demonstrate great power, and then we execute justice.

“As long as the fear of the Flare Tick Explosion is ingrained, no one will dare oppose Gladstone. It would be best to use this time to establish a governance system.”

“Taking care of everything with one magic spell. Strategists really are terrifying.”

“There are foreshadows leading up to this.”

It’s not just one magic spell.

The effect of Lintrite provoking Gaillia, repeated defeats, King Morrison’s misrule, the disastrous Battle of Paul Plain, all of these things have overlapped to create this situation.

What was lost was tens of thousands of lives, that is the one shot.

“I see. So the weight comes from what has been built up until now.”

Gladstone, who nodded deeply, agreed.

I think this person will make a good king.

He understood very well. How much time and effort people need to accumulate to reach tomorrow.

Soon, outlaws began to gather in droves in the main square.

In the pouring rain.

Many of them are panting, probably because they’ve been running with their hearts gripped by fear.

“Did we go too far?”

“No. I think we did well, considering no one should have died.”

I show a confident smile to the doubtful Miliaria.

She’s kind, so she must feel remorse for scaring the people.

“With this, will the city become a bit better?”

Meg muttered softly as the pouring rain soaked her chestnut hair.

She knows the backstreets of Gaillia.

She must have a lot to think about the slave trade.

I really didn’t think I’d see something like a slave market.

“When the king changes, so does the country. I think Gladstone is quite a person.”

“If Neldan-san says so, I’ll believe it.”

When I pat her shoulder, Meg, looking up at me, smiled.

It was a smile that seemed to be forced just a bit.

On the same day, Gladstone declares himself the leader of the city-state of Galangran.

And in that declaration, he strictly prohibited the slave trade.

It was a moment when a ray of stability finally shone on Galangran, which had been in chaos since the death of King Morrison.


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