Rebirth in a Ruined Nation! The Life of a New Strategist Starting From Now - Chapter 82

The King’s Sons (3) – Flag

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Translator: Nisarah

Editor: Nisarah

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The first prince, Zeland, has never won against Ural in a tactical board battle. Prince Zeland gradually lost his confidence as he kept losing against his younger brother.

Because of this, Ural’s followers kept saying things like ‘Prince Ural is more suitable for the throne’ and even Zeland’s own followers followed suit.

On the other hand, Ural…well, he clearly became more arrogant, as you could see.

But, for Prince Zeland to never even once win against Prince Ural…it seemed fishy.

Judging from Wickharlt, Frein, and Luzel’s expressions, they seemed to be thinking the same.

Whatever. This wasn’t something I needed to care about anyway.

“Perhaps, Prince Ural has the talent to be a commander…”

Regardless of his true thoughts, Luzel said.

I have to disagree.

“Regardless of Prince Ural’s talent, our opponents are Grantz-sama and Lapilia-sama. No matter how incompetent the commander is, it won’t be easy,” Frein commented.

“Roa-dono, do you have a plan in mind?” Wickharlt asked.

Of course, I’ve already decided on my plan.

“As long as the opponent isn’t Rays-sama, I don’t think it will be difficult though,” I said

I then proceeded to explain my plan which was met with Prince Zeland’s surprise.

“Can we win using a plan that simple?” the Prince asked.

“Of course, we can. Well, I’ll think of a backup plan in case we fail.”

“Your plan is simple, but if it works…then the effect will be huge,” Frein nodded.

The other also nodded. 

I also asked Prince Zeland to play a certain role. The Prince’s eyes widened in surprise once again. His gaze wandered, before stopping at Rufa’s encouraging smile.

“I’ll do it,” The Prince answered.

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“They are late! Did they get scared and escape!?”

Ural, who has erected his camp on top of the hill on the eastern side of the training ground, complained in a displeased tone.

It was long past the promised time, but the Roa Brigade had yet to arrive.

“What exactly is going on here!?”

Ural yelled, but Rays, Grantz, and Lapilia remained silent. 

“You! Go check them out!” Ural ordered not to Lapilia or Grantz, but to one of his followers. Just as this follower was about to leave the camp in a hurry, the sounds of horses’ hooves resounded.

At the sound, Ural left the camp and saw the Roa Brigade running to the west, bypassing Ural’s main camp.

“Ural-sama, this is a good opportunity,” One of Ural’s entourage whispered.

“Are you trying to say we should attack them? But they haven’t even dismounted from their horses yet.”

“But Ural-sama, there is no rule that says we must wait for them to dismount from their horses and finish their preparation. As Ural-sama has said before, there is no rule on the actual battlefield. What’s more, I don’t think those people who are late have any right to complain.”

“…You’re right. Good, we’ll take them by surprise and attack them. Grantz! Tell Lapilia to move out!”

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Shortly after Prince Ural gave the order, Wickharlt looked at the army departing from the eastern camp and said, “They moved according to our expectation.”

“Alright. Diku, send the signal.”

“Roger!”

Following my instructions, Diku waved the flag of Luzel Unit from his horse twice to the left and right and he repeated that movement three times.

“Roa-sama, you haven’t decided on your own flag?”

Nelfia, who currently acted as our ‘monitor’ said as she looked at the Diku who was waving the flag.

“…I do need my own flag, huh…”

“Of course! You are Roa Brigade from the prestigious 10th Division!”

Well, I’ve had a vague idea that I needed to decide my own flag but..thinking about ‘my flag!’ felt kinda embarrassing so I’ve been putting it off.

“But I don’t have any family crest like Frein.”

“Luzel-sama also didn’t have any family crest, right, Luzel-sama?”

“Yeah. In my case, since it was a cavalry unit, I decided to use the image of hooves and lightning as my flag. Roa, you can just choose whatever design you like.”

“I’ll think about it later.”

“If possible, I’d like you to decide the design before you leave for the Kitsar Fortress.”

“That’s the day after tomorrow! The deadline is too tight!”

“I agree with Nelfia here. It would look lame if we went to the fortress without even having our own flag.”

“But even if I can come up with a design, I don’t think we have enough time to make the flag.”

“Leave that to me. If you can decide on the design by today, I’ll gather the seamstress of the palace to create the flag for you.”

By today!? Nelfia, the deadline just got tighter!

“You have nothing to do after this anyway, right? Plus, this ‘farce’ is probably going to end soon.”

“No, I’m going to be busy with the preparation for our departure, you know!”

Although I said that to Nelfia, I think I would have plenty of free time today.

After all, judging from the scene in front of my eyes, today’s battle has ended.

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T/N: 3/6 chapters I owe