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ăâŚI knew this would happen! ă
The adjutant Neymar yelled at the soldier and messenger who rushed into Richardâs tent. Her voice was harsh and cold. She was no longer willing to hide the fiery emotions boiling in her chest. She yelled aloud while showing her sharp canines at the corner of her mouth.
The soldier who brought the messenger stood up with a frightened expression. He felt as if he was being blamed.
âŚThe volunteer soldiers of the Great Holy Church army are looting the surrounding villages, claiming to be for the sake of the cause.
In short, that was the only report of the army that came that day. However, it was Neymarâs most feared but most foreseeable event. Neymar shook the tongue in her mouth.
âOf course, itâs obvious. Volunteers donât have a great will or a sense of religious duty. They are just random people who took spears to get rid of their daily pains. They are people who behave without reasonable thoughts because of their repressed anger.â
âEven though they call themselves volunteers, they are no better than beasts. If these beasts are hungry, then they will swing their spears to threaten the people and plunder them. However, this captain named RichardâŚâ
Neymarâs eyes showed emotions that could be seen as anger or contempt. Her eyes had an unmistakable suspicious color. Richard caught her gaze and told the messenger a few words before dismissing him.
Then, while looking straight at Neymar, he spoke. The quivering voice peculiar to an old man echoed strangely in the tent.
ăAdjutant Neymar, I think everyone is ready. We must go now. Itâs okay to leave the useless stuff behind. Just take the essential with you.ă
Richard put his hands on the bottle made of pottery and dipped his tongue in the ale.
Neymarâs lips almost spilled a fiery breath again, in an attitude that seemed to oppose Richard in every way. But on this precise moment, Neymarâs eyelashes suddenly bounced.
âEveryone is readyâŚWhat does that mean?â
Neymarâs momentum was momentarily cut off by the captainâs mysterious words. Since Neymarâs expression clearly showed skepticism, Richard slowly spoke to his adjutant by providing a detailed description.
ăDonât try to crush it with one unit. All you have to do is to use every single unit evenly and teach them what the battlefield is like. They probably donât have much practical experience, but this will do.ă
Neymar felt a cold wind crawling through her spine the moment she heard those words. A bell rang outside the tent to announce that the battle preparations had been completed.
âStrange. Itâs too soon.â
âEven though they are in position, they should be taking a break except for the troops prepared for defense. Besides, it is necessary to prepare the units and their roles to fulfill, and in order to do that, we need trained people to lead each unit. This task takes considerable amount of time. And the news of the volunteers looting the villages arrived right at this time.â
âSo why are the troops ready so quickly?â An unpleasant premonition emerged in Neymarâs chest.
Neymar opened her eyes wide and forcibly opened her throat to utter the following words.
ăCaptain Richard. Do you understand that the volunteers are looting the villages, and now, youâre saying the men are ready?ă
Neymar wasnât sure what to ask. Only those words leaked from her lips.
Richard put the bottle made of pottery on the table and answered her question promptly.
ăOf course, theyâre ready. What else should they do? It will be a good training for them.ă
Upon hearing the captainâs words, Neymarâs brain got paralyzed. All she saw was a pure white veil in the horizon. Her eyelids began to quiver as if they were having cramps.
âThis captain already knew about the volunteers attacking the surrounding villages. But he tolerates it and even uses it to train the recruits.â
âHow could he do such foolish thing?â
Neymarâs thoughts swayed wildly in her head and she couldnât put proper words together. Still, she managed to make her voice heard since her sense of duty spoke louder.
ăâŚWe will lose the trust of the people. ă
Neymar spoke in a quivering voice, the exact opposite of her previous confident and strong voice. Richard also responded to her words without hesitation.
ăDonât worry. There are rumors that the surrounding villages are infested with Heraldic troops claiming to be our recruits. Actually, the enemyâs appearance and our appearance are similar. The people will think our recruits are the actual enemy.ă
The old manâs mouth professed that statement with such an ease as if he had taken it for granted. Rather, he even asked Neymar if there was something wrong with it.
Richard added, in a wrinkled old manâs voice, that taking them to the battlefield would only get them in the way.
Neymar bit her lips hard. Her canines were about to bite into her flesh and spill blood.
âI know that. There is no way that the results of the battle will improve just by bringing the existence of volunteers who are like rampaging beasts.â Neymar agreed with her captain to that extent.
âHowever, there are ways of doing things. But hurting people is not one of them.â
The moment Neymar was about to spill an angry word, Richard spoke while touching his nose.
ăListen, Neymar. This is a profitable way. If you are going to conduct a war campaign, itâs good to build a good relationship with the surrounding villages since weâll need their support, but of course there are exceptions.ă
Listening to Richardâs words, Neymar opened her eyes wider and wider and raised her face. Neymar just didnât know what kind of expression she had on her face right now.
ăWeâre just trying to separate the good volunteers from the bad ones right from the beginning. It will also help us avoid unwanted antipathy.ă
Per Richardâs reasoning, they would get the favor from the villagers because of those rumors and train the newbie recruits by disposing the weak volunteers. Richard thought it was a good idea, while pouring ale into his throat. Besides, the damage would be much lower than losing the campaign without proper training.
Neymar wanted to spill out something from her mouth. She wanted to throw her blazing and unstable emotions swirling in her chest at the captain standing in front of her.
However, she couldnât find the proper words. Tears were about to appear in her eyes because of her uneasiness. Neymar didnât like what Richard said. She wanted to avoid that man at all costs, and she didnât want to follow his orders anymore. Neymar had no knowledge or experience to do the campaign on her own, but she was sick of that man.
Neymar did her best to shake her lips in order to say the following words.
What?, Richard replied crudely. He didnât even look at Neymar. Then, Neymar squeezed her throat.
ăI despise you. ButâŚI will obey your orders. ă
Thatâs all Neymar could say.
She couldnât follow Richard from the bottom of her heart. She despised him way too much. However, she didnât have the power to correct or oppose him. All she had to do was obey.
âHow awkward. How helpless. I canât even put into words what I think is right.â Neymar turned her back on her captain and left the tent. All she felt was the urge to strangle herself. There was a glowing liquid in her eyes, and a number of emotions distorted her expression.
Richard took a deep breath after concluding the matter with the volunteer soldiers. Now, all he had to do was think about the letters he had to send.
A letter to the autonomous city of Philos and a letter to his former student who now belonged to the army of the Heraldic Order.
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