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The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! – Chapter 98

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟖: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫

On that day, there was something unusual about the Dagan Imperial Army from the morning.

It was as if they were conducting a funeral.

Suspicious, Ingral promptly dispatched scouts to investigate the situation.

It’s certainly a funeral. Apparently, the envoy who went to negotiate peace with the Masrur army returned as a decapitated head. Following a period of mourning with their entire army, they were preparing to attack the savage Masrur.

Meg’s report is as follows:

Demon King Ingral often requests Meg’s skills for his reconnaissance missions.

I am proud of her.

Unfortunately, the information she brought back was unpleasant.

It is worth noting that the Masrur army did not kill the envoy.

Killing an envoy is considered a dishonorable act, and it goes without saying that it is not something a civilized person would do.

This is why diplomats often make impolite comments and provoke the other side.

It’s a verbal battle because they know there won’t be any casualties.

“In simple terms, Masrur has been accused of being a tribe of uncivilized people who may kill a diplomat. I’m filled with gratitude to the point of tears. I feel as though I will be overwhelmed by the tears that I have shed.”

Ingral opened his arms and shook his head, urging the military council to take into account the findings of Meg and her team of scouts.

“So, the Dagan Empire is a group that uses these methods.”

I thought for a moment with my arms crossed.

Although it is clear political propaganda, it cannot be denied after the fact.

Whatever claims the Masrur Kingdom makes, they may not be accepted.

The morale of the Dagan army has increased.

Dagan now has a legitimate reason to retaliate against Masrur who committed an act worse than an animal.

All this effort for the sake of one messenger.

It’s a very effective tactic.

However, it is not an idea that a kind person would entertain.

“There is one. Someone on the other side has the talent of a strategist.”

“Yes, I suppose. Additionally, he is a strategist who has fewer prohibited actions than our mother.”

My muttered words were acknowledged by the Demon King with a heavy nod.

That’s okay, but the describing word seems odd to me.

“Why am I referred to as your mother? I’m a traveller from Gaillia. I can’t recall becoming a Strategist for the Masrur Royal Army.”

“You’re rejecting that. Not the maternal part.

Ingral smiled ironically.

It is acceptable.

It is now too late.

You can refer to me as mother or mama, whichever you prefer.

Feel free to laugh if you want.

“What will Dagan do next, Mom?”

“Please stop calling me that, alright?” I will cry. In any case, they will attack. They are ready for people to make sacrifices, or rather, they are doing it to make sacrifices.

“Casualties?”

They have to decrease their friends to the number they can provide food for with what they have now.

It takes some days to move supplies from the main office, and they do this to delay the situation.

If there are fewer people, they will need less food.

“To think they would take extreme measures. . . . . .”

“They have already murdered a messenger. It’s hard to imagine that someone who would sacrifice important officials would value the lives of common soldiers.

I think the enemy Strategist has no limits to what he can do.

He will do whatever is necessary to win.

Winning does not necessarily require capturing the Masrur Kingdom’s capital, Lisan San, by force.

Their only requirement is to keep receiving the yearly financial assistance.

Basically, the goal is to encourage Masrur to think, ‘I’d rather not fight with these people anymore. If Masrur decides that it’s better to receive the money, we would have won.”

To achieve this, they may be willing to sacrifice up to half of their army, that consists of approximately thirty thousand soldiers.

“…… This is not good. I don’t want to fight anymore.”

“It’s already started. The plan to put us in a tired and sad mood due to the war.

I respond with a bitter smile to the Demon King’s statements.

It is more difficult to fight against an opponent who persistently sticks to their goals than a brave enemy who openly fights.

War is not a game. It’s a serious matter, so using expressions like ‘exhilaration’ is improper.

“So, what is our mother’s plan regarding this matter?”

“Or is it my decision to make? I’m not in charge of the whole army’s strategy.

Whenever I try to take control, the demon generals, who are gathered for some reason, burst into laughter.

I wonder what it’s all about.

“I won’t object even if Mother Nel becomes the Prime Minister of Masrur Kingdom.”

Even the Demon General Grant says similar things.

Additionally, please stop calling me ‘mother’.

Demon King Ingral included the Lionel Squad in his main army.

As using insignificant tactics is pointless, the float train is now dispatched at a later time. Breaking it would be a waste.

The armies of Demon General Grant, Demon General Samuel, the main force in the center, the army of Demon General Avanchi, and the army of Demon General Dozle are arranged from left to right.

When observing from above, our army is arranged in a V-shaped formation with an open end directed towards the Dagan Imperial Army, also known as a crane wing formation.

The Dagan army is arranged in a regular convex formation.

Even though they have more troops, with a total of sixty thousand, the Dagan army faces us with a conventional formation that focuses neither on defense nor attack. They likely have already accounted for a certain number of casualties from the outset.

At sunrise, a horn sounds and both armies start to move forward.

The beginning of the Seventh Dagan-Masrur War.


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