A Famous Traitor and Treacherous Genius

219 – War Is a Business (9)

[Late at night, Caroline Castle’s study.]

It may seem like a crazy idea, but it is surprisingly effective tactically.

Therefore, in order to prepare for that strategy, Major General Bathory went to collect the necessary materials among the items in the castle under the guidance of Malcolm, the head butler.

And then I returned to my father and told him about the plan to ‘assault the magic automatic ship’.

“Definitely, it’s good.”

My father’s evaluation is the same, and my evaluation is the same.

“The court wizards would have set up a barrier to block teleportation magic in the marquis castle, and even if you tried to secretly approach using invisibility magic, you would easily be caught by the knights’ detection magic.”

When it comes to the paradigm of war, it is my father who is most familiar with ‘Nostrum-style war.’

“The only thing the kingdom’s wizards are thinking about is assault through drakes.”

“Hey, is it okay to refer to it as the kingdom army?”

“We are also the kingdom’s army. It’s okay because it’s an unofficial event.”

My father carelessly made remarks that would have been controversial if they became public, but in reality, many nobles are collaborating with the Marquis de Barcel.

“Isn’t that right, Charlotte?”

“Ahaha…”

Next to my father, my mother is sorting letters with a wry smile.

Even before I came in, he was probably organizing the newly arrived letters with his mother.

“But there are people who send letters back like this, right?”

“They are such shameless people that they think they will be forgiven through Countess Charlotte.”

“Don’t be so mean. Even if you talk through me, isn’t that because I am the Count’s wife?”

“Hmm.”

The letters my mother is sorting were sent through ‘wives’ from various noble families.

“It’s being sent to me, but it’s actually being sent to the Count.”

“If I send it out, it will look bad on the royal family. I understand, but I want you to write it proudly and send it yourself.”

“Shouldn’t we be more accepting of the fact that it wasn’t a letter from a man?”

“That’s… Definitely true.”

Some may have been sent without her husband’s knowledge of her, while others may have been sent with her husband’s approval of her.

“Grey. What do you think? At this rate, do you think the inspection book you mentioned will sell well?”

“Yes. You’ve built a relationship better than I expected. Much better than I thought.”

Since the day of the treason eight years ago, I have had my mother send social letters to the noble ladies of various families, and I have established personal relationships with them by sending them congratulatory money and gifts whenever there are family events.

“It’s not like I’m visiting the family somewhere far away, but I just write a letter and send it to them, and then everyone sends me a letter saying they’re happy with the congratulations and condolences.”

“Did they all come in through that route this time? This?”

“I returned from Barcelona and Gibraltar, but I went through the usual route of sending social letters. If only the contents and the envelope were changed, wouldn’t I be able to find out who sent it by opening it myself? Hehe.”

“For sure.”

Whenever there was a wedding or death, etc., Someone would be sent even if they could not attend in person, and at least hundreds to thousands of thalers would have been poured into each family.

“When I first heard that they all supported the Marquis, I felt betrayed…”

Those families also officially issued a statement condemning the Margrave of Gibraltar, who started a territorial war that was equivalent to a civil war.

“I guess it’s because everyone has received letters and congratulatory consolation money, so it’s true that they are somewhat cautious. From the front, they fart loudly at the king, and from behind, they send letters to us like this.”

“It’s politics. For some people, socializing is an act of strengthening friendships, but for others, it is nothing more than a means of politics.”

“…”

“Mother. Even if there are people who treat you with sincerity, don’t be too upset.”

“I know. Because it’s reality. And knowing that reality, I can tear up the first letter she wrote to her daughter in eight years asking for her life.”

Before my mother even showed it to me, she handed me a letter that was already torn.

Judging from the handwriting inside, it appeared to be that of Viscount Balzac Lemburg Gunther, and it appeared that he had not even shown it to his father.

“Really, instead of ending her daughter as a political tool, she’s trying to use her as her lifeline her her her. Gray. I know it’s hard to say this, but do n ‘t think you have her her maternal grandfather.”

“…”

“Your grandfather, the late Earl of Gibraltar, cherished me like a daughter, so I’m not particularly sad or anything like that. I hope you do the same. Of course, if you still want to use Viscount Gunther of Lembourg a little more… “

“It all ended with Lemberi. That’s probably why I’m trying to rub it in on my mother.”

“Hmm.”

Was it uncomfortable that the topic of Viscount Balzac came up?

My father cleared his throat and seemed to want to change the subject.

“…Oh, indeed. There are families who believe in us more than we thought, or support us, although they expressed it indirectly. About 70%. The Marquis of Roland even sent a statement unofficially saying that they support us.”

“You mean the Marquis Roland?”

“Yes. This can actually be considered the Princess Naria faction, right?”

“…Yes, Mother. Please keep these letters carefully. They will serve as a solid basis for dividing the Saint faction, the Nari faction, and the Imperial faction.”

Actually, 3 : 4 : 3, I guess that’s about it.

“If you read what’s written inside properly, you can read the true intentions behind the political investigation, but…”

“Ho, maybe it’s not enough? Can you distinguish more clearly…”

“No. This is perfect. There’s no need for me to categorize it again, it’s categorized perfectly.”

“…Phew.”

The mother breathes a sigh of relief.

“Count. I was praised by Gray.”

“I think all your hard work has been rewarded, ma’am.”

The father and mother hold hands and look at each other passionately.

Well, it would be a lie if I said I didn’t have help from my father.

However, it is certainly commendable that she has been classified politically in this way to the extent of Queen Carmen.

30%. St. Geo’s supporters are loyal soldiers and those who still believe in and follow St. Geo, such as the Marquis of Barcel.

40%. Those who are a bit smart are persuading their parents, even their children, to remain in a neutral position or indirectly support Gibraltar.

The remaining 30% of Quislings are people who are somewhat imbued with anti-Nostrumism, thinking of things like treason, treason, or conversion to the empire.

“If this continues, I will have another little brother.”

“…”

“…”

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Is that why your father told me to protect Gibraltar and lead the war? You just gave birth to your youngest child.”

“No, that’s it.”

The father clears his throat and avoids his gaze.

“I’m not sure yet…”

“I will check your mother’s pulse. If you check it with mana, you will know right away.”

“Even my son can touch my woman only until he is 4 years old.”

“…”

“I can’t confirm it. I just haven’t confirmed it yet. I guess recently…Hmm.”

The father gently holds his mother’s wrist and sheds mana.

“…”

“The detection must have been completed, so why aren’t you saying anything?”

“Well, I guess not this time.”

“You’re not lying to make me feel safe, are you?”

“Of course not. Would I even lie to my son about this?”

“…”

I’m not very trustworthy, but I wouldn’t lie about something like this again.

In fact, looking at the condition of the ingredients fed to the mother, it was not a case where there were any particular signs of pregnancy.

“Okay, let me believe it.”

What should I do if my father says so?

You have to believe it.

It would be better if Director Bathory’s plan succeeds, but even if that doesn’t happen, we don’t have to have my father step up to win.

It’s just like that.

“If I keep giving birth and giving birth again, my child may eventually be born at the same age as my uncle or aunt.”

“…Did you happen to be speeding?”

“Where else have you heard that term?”

“It was in the Imperial Newspaper. Gray. First of all, the traditions of Gibraltar…”

My mother said with a really worried look on her face, but I lightly raised my hands.

“The child will be born after the wedding ceremony and after the child becomes an adult. No, to be more clear…”

After killing Habsburg.

“I will do it after everything is over.”

“I have an intention to do it.”

“Of course. We don’t love each other to have children, but aren’t children born naturally through loving each other?”

To be honest, I can’t say anything clearly about this part.

“You give birth to give birth. You gave birth because you did it. It’s not like that, but there must be a reason why God created human men and women so that when they make love, children are born.”

I’ve even experienced the miracle of regression, but before regression, I’ve never experienced at least the ‘miracle of giving birth to life’.

Does Noir know?

No.

In fact, I was the godfather to all the children, so I paid child support and sent a nanny.

“And personally, I also want to have children.”

“Why?”

“Well, like someone else’s opinion, it’s possible to become someone who can pass on everything you have, but…” ” “

The best blood that comes from combining the best talents of Gibraltar and Thersian.

“It’s not for that purpose, but I think that by becoming a father and mother of a child in a married relationship, we can become a closer ‘family’. … Well, that’s the expectation.”

I just have expectations.

A time when Astasia and I hold each child’s hand, whether it’s a son or daughter, and take a walk together and share everything.

“Grey.”

“Yes, father.”

“If possible, have a son.”

“Yes?”

“You will know how I feel when you have a son like you and raise him.”

“…Usually fathers prefer daughters, so I thought they would ask me to have a daughter.”

“You should have a son first.”

My father declared.

“Only when you have a son who looks exactly like you and raise him do you realize, ‘Ah, my father was like that back then.'”

“It’s okay. I don’t know, but whether it’s my son or daughter, the child will look more like Astasia.”

“Why?”

“Just so. But, I like my daughter better.”

I can say this clearly too.

“I also thought that if I had a son like me, I wouldn’t have fun raising him.”

* * *

Morning.

“Aren’t you asleep, Director Bathory?”

“You can sleep when you die.”

After morning training, I went down to the orphanage’s basement laboratory and found Director Bathory crawling on the floor, not sleeping, with a large amount of paper scattered around the laboratory.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Hang it in front of the magic automatic ship.”

“Yes?”

“Would a shield be better, or would it be better to just apply a lot of magic stones? Haha. It’s still difficult because I don’t have enough magic stones and wind stones.”

There seems to be something blocking it.

“It looks like you need parts for the front and back.”

“That’s right. One is a streamlined horn and shield to be attached to the front, and the other is a wind stone to be attached to the rear.”

“Windstone?”

“Okay. Check this out?”

Director Bathory pointed to the back of a miniature magic ship.

“Is it a wind stone?”

“Okay, watch carefully. If you drain mana like this…”

“No, I gave it to Caroline to drink and it was…”

Buaaa!!

The ‘Aero Blaster’ magic exploded violently from the wind stone, and the magic automatic ship miniature raced forward and crashed into the wall.

“…Next time, don’t use Caroline, which is a waste, and ask me to add mana. Or, use your own mana.”

“I am a person without any man?”

“…”

“Why do you seem so untrustworthy? I’m no different from a normal person except that my body is a bit stronger.”

“Ordinary people do not use the expression ‘ordinary people.'”

“…You think of me as a monster who can survive even after staying up all night for a week, but I also wanted to say that I’m just an ordinary 28-year-old woman whose skin gets ruined if I don ‘t sleep well. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand-“

“28 years old?”

A familiar voice came from outside.

“I feel like I look older than I am?”

“…When did you come?”

“Just now.”

Sir Mente, a mint-colored haired woman with blood and dust all over her body, entered the room.

“After declaring war, I came back and found a new woman. What is it, Master Gray? Is this your new mother?”

“…Isn’t it normal to ask, ‘Is it a new girl?'”

“Gray Gibraltar is bringing in a new girl? Ahahahaha!”

Although she holds her stomach and laughs, it is not something a woman who smells of blood would say.

“…Lord Mente Rift?”

“Ah, nice to meet you. Yes. I’m Mente Lift, who declared war on the Marquis de Barcel. Who are you…?”

“…My name is Bathory Erzsebet, and I am the temporary director and alchemy advisor of the Gibraltar Institute of Magic Engineering.”

Is it an illusion?

Somewhere, the side faces of Bathory Erzsebet and Lord Mente seemed to overlap slightly, and Director Bathory looked surprised when he saw Lord Mente.

“…”

“Rather than that, since I came here after declaring war, master, I should get on my bike and go right away, right?”

“That’s right.”

I informed Lord Mente of Major General Bathory’s proposal.

“Ha.”

Sir Mente just laughed.

“Of course I’m riding with you, right?”