A Secretly Capable Child Is Seeking For Her Dad - Chapter 119

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A Powerful Child Searches for Dad Episode 119

Edmund, the youngest chief advisor at Central Strategy Headquarters, hardened his expression.

“Starvation? All the dispatched forces are knights highly trained by the Order, and they’re starving?”

Adjutant Caleb answered anxiously.

“It seems to be because of the explosion. The explosion three days ago destroyed all the supplies. So it appears they have nothing to eat or drink right now.”

Northwestern Border Region.

That place was a region where one large Mastone and two medium Mastones had recently emerged at once, giving the Paladins trouble.

But it was strange. Even so, starvation?

“What about the additional supplies that the Central Battalion was supposed to send?”

“Well…”

Caleb hesitated and stared at Edmund.

“The supply unit was attacked by monsters while heading to the target location. The report about that attack just came in.”

Edmund’s brow furrowed.

“So the supply route is completely blocked?”

“That seems to be the case. Actually, it’s mainly because of the heavy snow. It’s nearly impossible to cover that distance during the day when there are no monsters…”

As Caleb said, severe blizzards had been continuing in the Northwest Region recently.

As a result, the only supply route appeared to be completely sealed off.

Edmund anxiously ran his hand through his hair.

‘If only the Mastones weren’t concentrated there.’

Areas with concentrated Mastones don’t allow Idongchin to function properly due to magical interference.

Ultimately, it meant they couldn’t save the isolated knights without recruiting additional forces.

“Then call in mercenaries at least.”

Edmund spoke up.

He stared at Caleb with a quite serious face.

“Since we can’t mobilize more Paladin forces because they need reorganization, call in mercenaries at least.”

Over the past few months, Mastone appearances had increased unusually in the Empire.

As a result, the Paladins stationed in The Order had to be deployed on a murderous schedule.

So using more Paladin forces here would be pushing it too far.

“Find out right now if there are any mercenary groups nearby and classify it as a national commission. Next, put in a request to connect with the Frost Association. Since the situation is urgent, offer high compensation.”

But Caleb answered with a dark expression.

“Sir. That… His Majesty the Emperor was strongly opposed to it.”

Edmund’s eyebrows furrowed.

“What?”

“He said we’ve been receiving too much help from mercenaries lately, and it doesn’t preserve the Imperial Court’s dignity…”

A hollow laugh escaped.

Recently, the Empire had indeed been placing many national commissions with the Frost Association.

But even so, this was too much.

A considerable force was about to be annihilated, yet he was thinking about dignity.

Caleb also seemed troubled as he continued in a lowered voice.

“He said that if we receive help from mercenary groups again this time, the Paladins will look powerless.”

Edmund unconsciously clenched his fist tight.

“Why doesn’t he understand that if The Order falls, there won’t even be any dignity left to protect.”

His eyes sank coldly as he muttered.

“Fine. Then I’ll take responsibility and mobilize them. Are we going to let all those isolated kids starve to death?”

“You can’t. You were disciplined for a similar matter last time!”

But Caleb was stubborn.

He spoke earnestly.

“Sir. If you get disciplined again in these times, it’ll be a disaster. If even you aren’t at Strategy Headquarters, then everyone will really die.”

Edmund was one of the few commanders who conserved forces and used them carefully.

It meant he didn’t think of soldiers, and furthermore individual Paladins, as mere expendable supplies.

But the other advisors at Central Strategy Headquarters were different.

“Think about what would happen if you get disciplined like last time, and Count Matthias or Count Balteron takes that position. All the small battalions would be killed in action within two months.”

“…”

“Let’s look into ways to deliver the supplies. First, go back to headquarters and…”

Eventually, a sigh mixed with lamentation flowed from Edmund’s mouth.

In fact, he had just arrived at his manor after barely getting off work, having stayed up all night at headquarters for three days.

However, just as he was about to enter the manor, Caleb reported.

New orders had come down to find a solution because soldiers were starving in the northwest.

‘Given the current situation, I suppose I can accept not being able to sleep.’

But a method to safely deliver supplies to the Northwest Region just wouldn’t come to mind.

First, the heavy snow that significantly reduced mobility was a problem.

The number of Mastones currently dominating the Northwest Region couldn’t be ignored either.

There was one large Mastone and two medium ones in that area.

Of course, they had dispatched two large battalions considering the large number of monsters.

But now that the supply route was cut off, that was having the opposite effect.

“If only the supplies could be delivered, a quick return would be possible too…”

Edmund rubbed his temples.

“…Fine. Let’s go back and think about it.”

Just as he was about to pass by Caleb to get back in the carriage.

“Why don’t you send it through the sky?”

Suddenly, a voice full of curiosity came from below.

When he turned his head, some small child was standing there wearing a black cloak.

Holding something in her hands.

“This kind of thing, why don’t you put it in a lantern and send it through the sky?”

Edmund’s gaze turned to the object the child was holding.

It was a broken lantern that seemed to have been used at last night’s festival.

Edmund found himself asking back.

“…A lantern?”

The child nodded her head brightly.

“Yes! If you hang it here and send it up high high, it’ll go like this following the wind!”

The cart wheel breaking down on the road was perhaps a fortunate thing.

Thanks to that, Basto had stopped the cart, and Tie could accidentally overhear the conversation.

Of course, the conversation between the two well-dressed adult men was difficult.

Forces, current situation, discipline, strategy – unknown words came out endlessly.

But after listening carefully, Tie was able to understand.

What these people were worried about!

Tie waved the lantern fragment she had picked up from the roadside.

“You hang the supplies here and send them floating away.”

The man stared at her with a surprised expression.

Tie quickly added.

“Big balloons can go really far!”

Not only that?

There was even a movie where a whole house flew away on balloons.

She had also once seen a hot air balloon festival documentary on TV.

After seeing that, Tie had jumped from her closet with balloons several times.

But she just wouldn’t fly, and 203 Aunt kindly explained to the troubled Tie.

‘The balloons Tie is holding are small. You need much bigger and sturdier balloons to float away.’

So,

“What if we make a really big lantern and send it up to the sky to deliver supplies?”

For some reason, the man had nothing to say.

He was just staring at Tie with a blank expression.

It was when Tie felt awkward from his reaction and was rolling her eyes around.

“Tie! All done!”

Basto called out to Tie from behind.

When she turned her head, Basto, who had already finished fixing the wheel, was looking at Tie.

“Tie will be right there!”

Tie waved her hand vigorously and looked at the man.

Then she firmly placed the lantern trash she had picked up from the street into the man’s hand and bowed politely at the waist.

“Well then, goodbye!”

When she ran over to Basto, he made a stern expression.

“You shouldn’t talk to just anyone on the street, Tie.”

Tie glanced at Basto’s expression and quickly answered.

“Yes!”

“Good answer.”

Basto smiled and lifted Tie back onto the cart.

As the cart turned around and began moving forward, Tie unconsciously opened her mouth wide.

“Woah…!”

It was because crossing the street gave her a clearer view of the manor behind where the two men had been standing.

“Hammer, whose house is that?”

Basto furrowed his brow.

“Well.”

The manor was at least three times larger and more luxurious than the other houses on this street.

“A grand minister, or maybe that’s the Commander’s Mansion.”

Of course, he never expected that might actually be true.

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