Hannoic War
If War were That Easy (Part 4)

"Sometimes 'Silent' is a great work of art in a conversation"

the Marcus Tullius Cicero

If War were That Easy

"My master had a fire this morning in the corner of the capital and there were horses that caught fire then ran on the streets causing chaos in 'Red Cow Market' ", said the commander of the capital's guard force.

It seems that many people are waiting in line to report and put the problem solution through the minister of war.

"How many victims?" said Vesius, sitting in a chair near a table with hundreds of papers on it.

"2 died from fire while 1 died from being hit by the horse and many injured my master" said the Commander.

"Is there a case of theft in the Red Cow market in the midst of this chaos?" said Vesius while taking a chicken feather pen.

"Yes my lord is many" said the Commander.

*In the midst of chaos sometimes there are people who will try to find an opportunity in it*, inner Vesius with a bitter smile.

"Give you 50 troops of the Garius family complete with armour and weaponry.I order you commander of the capital's guard forces to restore peace in the corner of the market" said Vesius.

"Okay, my lord" said the commander of the capital's guard troops, bowing and then leaving this room.

"Forward" Vesius said to the queue ahead.

Then a soldier came forward with his clothes that looked dull and dirty.

"I am the commander of the army who guards the food and supplies warehouse of the troops in the western capital of my lord" the commander said.

"Hm, continues? What's the matter?" said Vesius while filling the ink in his chicken feathers.

"There were a group of hundreds of hungry people in front of the warehouse who asked for my master's food and it kept growing" the commander said.

*If hundreds of people begging have started to grow into thousands and if they have started to lose patience over hunger, then there will be violent protests, and the capital will fall into chaos*, Vesius thought.

"Shoot and kill them all with the Crossbow until everyone runs away, if anyone approaches the warehouse again" Vesius said.

*This is the last way, it's best to shoot hundreds before thousands start rebelling at you*, inner Vesius.

Then he saw the documents on his desk full of reports about the exhaustion of resources in various cities.

*Hahh...after all if I share it with the hungry people is that enough? Thousands will scramble for food until chaos begins to emerge. When the chaos comes then thousands more will die, after all the supply is for war not for farmers*, the inner Vesius.

"Okay, my lord, we have a lot of arrows and crossbows to do that" the commander said.

"Come here if there's a problem but don't report the number of victims you shot" Vesius said as he continued to sign the letter on his desk.

*I don't want to hear about more blood*, Inner Vesius.

"Ba-good my lord" said the commander of the soldier.

The warrior commander then left and the queue moved.

"Forward" , said Vesius loudly to the queue.

Looks like a male servant is advancing.

"There was a train that blocked my master's eastern gate until there was a traffic jam on my master's eastern street" said the waiter.

*This matter should have been given to the Governor of the Capital and his subordinates.*, Inner Vesius.

"Is there a soldier there or is there a commander of the guard force already sending troops there?" said Vesius, staring intently at the servant.

*but the Capital Governor's position has been vacant for several weeks, as the last capital governor is said to have disappeared in the woods as he went hunting. It is certain that he was killed and his body is still not found*, Vesius thought.

"There are soldiers helping my master" said the servant.

*If I put or fill the governorship with people loyal to me now, afraid that it will offend many people and damage the current stable political conditions, I'd better be the successor to the current governor of the capital* ,think Vesius.

"How much?" ' said Vesius, asking the servant.

*But the problem is that I will look more tyrannical if I hold the post of governor of the capital longer...Should I call a senate election to choose the post of governor of the capital? But the post of governor of the capital could have fallen to my enemies.and it would have been fatal.*, inner Vesius while closing his hands.

"Tens may be my masters if not hundreds? But many of my masters" said the servant.

"Then go there, it's done" Vesius said.

*I need a friend here to help with the election if I intend to do so. I need a friend here if I intend to put my man in the position of governor of the capital.* , Vesius thought.

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*Treeetttttttkkkkkkkkkkt*

The sound of the gates of Harlaw Castle's meeting room opening was heard.

Followed by the sound ringing of the warrior armour behind Qharlan and Qharlan's old footsteps could be heard.

Qharlan walked on the stone floor hundreds of years old.

Walk Qharlan in a room that is slowly eaten by the dark of the night.

And the usual sunlight illuminating this room was replaced with candlelight.

The sound of the waves can be heard outside.

In front of Qharlan lay a large room that was hundreds of years old.

Candles and torches spread in many places to illuminate this large room.

In this large room in the middle there is a table with maps.

The king stood near the table with his other subordinates.

The king then turned to Qharlan.

"You're late" said King Trivistane.

The King of Dalmatia may be himself a crown prince but in fact he is only the King of Harlaw Port and 120 ships and several thousand troops.

King Trivistane of the Gandaria family.the King of Dalmatia, lord of the Anglo and Illarian peoples, and rightful heir of Makaria...

"Your highness" said Qharlan bowing politely to him.

"Don't make myself angry Qharlan" said King Trivistane with a strong face and hard.

He looked thin as well as muscular, his eyes dark brown sharp and strong like an iron axe.

Her head was bald in the middle and her thin hair made her look older than her real age.

He was only 30 years old.

His cheeks looked like they were fleshy and had only skin.

Most of his body was just skin and muscles without the slightest constriction, the last fatty meat he had was depleted when he was besieged at Makull's restaurant in Akkad for more than 9 months until his food supply was exhausted and forced to eat rat meat for days.

"I'm sorry, your majesty" said Qharlan as he walked forward to the large table.

"I don't need to apologize, what I now need will be a plan to take Damaltia" Trivistane said in a loud and powerful voice.

Stretched over the table a map of the giant continent of Strantos created by the great Cassandrian vassals.

Hundreds of pawns stretched over it.

The eyes of veteran Trivistane looked at the map.

His other subordinates just sat speechless as well as the commander belonging to his other mercenaries.

Qharlan then sat down in the chair provided near the table.

"How many troops are there in our enemy?" said Trivistane.

"If you believe from the word of the merchant he said 68,000 troops of my lord, total troops traitors" said one commander of his troops.

"Dalmatia and Victa have been at war for more than 25 years in fact the number must have been reduced or only filled with militias without armour or weaponry" Qharlan said.

"Humans with spears then humans with spears, they can still stab us Qharlan. I learned it in the White Sand Land" said King Trivistane with his powerful gaze.

"From what I've learned, their flesh can still be killed with our most experienced troops" said one of the mercenary commanders named Khajir Qaan smiling.

"I will not send my army to plunge into war against an army that is almost 3 times the number. It's brave but stupid, just a useless strategy" Trivistane said.

"Maybe we can use our ship to enter the White Fork River and attack the capital of Damaltia" said one of the commanders of the Trivistane forces.

"The capital of Damaltia Galradius is just a city and uselessly taken, a false hero and a traitorous princess are in Balradius Castle" said one of the commanders of his army again.

"If we take the capital it will make the nobles more confident that we win and if it looks like winning then the nobles will start to switch sides on us" said one of the commanders.

"Only by taking a city will the nobles start to switch sides on us? If war were that easy" Khajir Qaan said as he tossed a coin up and caught it.

"Maybe we can pass diplomacy" Qharlan said, holding his thin old beard which he had shaved with a knife a few days ago.

"Diplomacy? Do you know how to Qharlan?" Trivistane said.

"Talking to my lord Veel family, they were quite angry with the 3 children from their families being given to the Victa people as captives. Melera's family was not satisfied because they did not get a seat in the area. Our Majesty only needs to make them switch sides then our troops will be 51,000 troops" said Qharlan.

"And how do we get those other than Melera and Veel to switch sides on us?" Trivistane said.

"Promise them something" said Qharlan with a sharp look he looked at the king.

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*Sringgh*Sringgh*

The sound of a sharpened knife sounded.

Perrin looked at him The knife once again checked if it was sharp enough and then re-branded it.

He continued to sharpen and then rubbed it with water.

"Does it wise to make us Prime Minister Faction rather than Heroes? That just adds up to a lot of people thinking of us as fakes, doesn't it?" said Cleorah standing up while watching Perrin sharpen a knife.

*He seems to be starting to feel weird seeing a woman sharpening a knife*, thought Perrin aware of that.

"I think my friends are more indifferent to what others say to them" Perrin said, looking at his sword which already looked sparkling.

"You may ignore the thoughts of others, I may, Cyrus may, but many other heroes do not. They start to get uncomfortable with people who are silent and frightened when they pass by" Cleorah said.

"Good, a lot of people have started to shut up. So the 2 maids that I hung up for gossiping about us were not in vain" Perrin said as he continued to sharpen his knife.

"I want us to be neutral and step down from the post of Prime Minister" Cleorah said in a strong voice.

"Neutralis? So you don't want to go into the Dalmatian Demi-Crown War" Perrin said.

"We are heroes of Perrin, we came to this world to defeat the Demon King instead of coming to fight to kill humans and rule humans" Cleorah said.

*tuk...*

The sound of Perrin putting his knife on the table slowly scared Cleorah a little.

"Heh.." , smiling Perrin turned to Cleorah, "I think you're smarter, is the digital mission of the War for the Damaltian Crown unclear?"

"Mission for the Damaltia Crown War?" Cleorah said.

Then Perrin looked at Cleorah with a look of confusion and surprise.

"You didn't get that mission.?" said Perrin.

"What mission is Perrin? At the Black Party the digital screen has already announced we won" Cleorah said.

Perrin then buzzed for a while and fell silent.

"That goddamn Digital Screen didn't give you a War Mission For the Crown of Damaltia?" said Perrin, looking at his sword.

"Mission of War For the Crown of Damaltia?" said Cleorah who looked confused.

Perrin then dumbfounded and thinking about all this made his head hurt.

Perrin hopes someone will help him now.a man he admires.

*Sial..* ,in Perrin.

Perrin then took his knife and raised it up to see the sunlight reflecting off his shiny blade.

*Tukkk!*

Perrin then struck and stabbed his knife into a piece of paper on the table.

*All this.sial.why am I called into this world.*, thought Perrin with anger.

Cleorah looked a little scared to see Perrin smash his knife in a shirt.

"You want to be neutral not Cleorah?" said Perrin in his eerie heavy voice.

"I-iya" said Cleorah who was beginning to feel frightened by Perrin.

*krekk*

Perrin then pulled the letter he stabbed with a knife until it was torn.

"Let's read this Cleorah." said Perrin, giving Cleorah a letter with the corner torn from the knife.

Cleorah then took the letter nervously and Perrin slowly distanced his hand from Cleorah.

Cleorah then began reading the letter.

" 'For....To all the masters, nobles, common people, from all walks of life. I ask you to hand over the Throne-Taker Princess Voa and the Fraudsters in the Balradius Palace who call themselves Heroes to me....The Sah King of Dalmatia to punish them. Those who side with them will confiscate their land and office. While the one who sided with me will keep his land and if your service is good then it will be possible that you will be rewarded by me'

- Written By the First Trivistane King of the Gandarius Family, The Lord of the Anglo and Illarian People, And the Legitimate Heir of Makaria' ..."

Cleorah could only have a bitter face and was speechless after reading the letter.

"You think I can be neutral after reading that letter? If we let this bastard named Trivistane win the war and the crown of Damaltia, then we will likely be hanged to death" Perrin said, looking at his knife with a sharp gaze.

Then Perrin washed his knife with water.

"Don't just think about defeating Demon King Cleorah, but sometimes think about our future after we defeat the Demon King. When the Demon King has been defeated then I can guarantee you all will have enough treasures, honor, and power in Dalmatia. While your children will grow into nobles who live well" said Perrin while sharpening his knife back.

"Kids.." said Cleorah with a red face, "if King Trivistane wins.Can we take refuge in another country?"

Perrin then stopped sharpening his knife.

"Where's Cleorah? The victa? Do you think Victa's people believe in us? The dwarf? Who might even hate us who are in human form? Or Elve? What we don't even know is their reaction to us? The choice to evacuate other countries is not clear Cleorah.it is like stepping muddy that you do not know the depth" said Perrin who then took a cloth.

Then Perrin rubbed the sharp knife with a cloth slowly.

"I want us to survive in this strange and mysterious world Cleorah.that's it.I want us to be guaranteed our lives.Most people think of temporary pleasures rather than securing their enjoyment for a long time...I don't want to be mostly human." ' said Perrin while continuing to wipe his knife until it sparkles.

Then Perrin wiped his wet hand with a cloth and approached Cleorah.

"You understand?" ' said Perrin with a glare at Cleorah.