I Became an Officer in Another World in Just 5 Minutes - Chapter 59

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Episode 59

 

“The enemy is retreating!!!!!!!”

 

“Waaaahhhhh!!! Victory!!!! Our victory!!!!”

 

As the thick darkness of dawn passed and the sun rose, bringing daylight.

 

With all the enemies fleeing, the victor of the battle was decided.

 

“His Majesty the Emperor! Long live! Long live! Long live forever!!!”

 

Soldiers raising both hands high and cheering.

 

Despite being strangers, they embraced each other in joy at the fact that they had survived.

 

Of course, not everyone was purely happy.

 

After battle, indelible wounds inevitably remain.

 

“The enemy has just withdrawn and the battle has ended in victory.”

 

The temporary medical station.

 

There lay General Chelsa with blood-soaked red bandages wrapped around his chest.

 

“Victory… Cough!”

 

General Chelsa struggled to speak even a single word.

 

To anyone who looked, his life seemed to have little time left.

 

“It’s all thanks to the Division Commander who defended the city walls to the end. Please get up.”

 

“That’s right. Shouldn’t we raise a toast together?”

 

At the staff officers’ words, General Chelsa only managed a faint smile.

 

“We won. We won… Haha.”

 

Transparent tears formed in his eyes and flowed down his cheeks.

 

“Division Commander!!!”

 

While everyone was crying together, the tent of the medical station opened and Colonel Teiran entered.

 

“H…how did this happen.”

 

Seeing a condition far more serious than what he had heard, he covered his mouth with both hands.

 

“He was stabbed by a sword while blocking enemy soldiers climbing the city walls.”

 

“Why would the Division Commander…”

 

It was hard to imagine a general fighting with a sword on the front lines.

 

“Thanks to him taking the lead, the soldiers were able to endure with their fighting spirit and successfully defend the fortress.”

 

At the staff officers’ explanation, Colonel Teiran felt emotions difficult to express in words.

 

“You…you must get up. The Instructor is coming here, so even just a little…”

 

Colonel Teiran grasped General Chelsa’s hand and spoke with a desperate voice.

 

“Colonel.”

 

General Chelsa looked at Colonel Teiran with eyes about to close at any moment and opened his mouth.

 

“You’ve… worked hard.”

 

“No! What am I, who only used my brain from behind?”

 

“Until the end, cough.”

 

General Chelsa bit his lips at the pain rising from his abdomen.

 

“Please don’t speak and rest for now…”

 

Everyone urged him to rest, but General Chelsa continued speaking without stopping.

 

“Fight… fight until the end, and achieve victory.”

 

“General!”

 

Major General Gadus rushed in, breathing heavily.

 

Colonel Teiran turned around, trembling.

 

“General Chelsa has… fallen in battle.”

 

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“Reporting! A communication just came from Rimircastle that the enemy forces have retreated! Your Majesty! They have achieved victory!”

 

Bang!

 

At his subject’s report, the Emperor clenched his fist and struck the armrest.

 

Normally this would be an action when angry, but not now.

 

“Excellent! Magnificent!”

 

An expression filled with joy.

 

The Emperor was feeling an emotion similar to ecstasy more than ever before.

 

“Your Majesty! This is a miracle!”

 

“Heaven is certainly on the side of our Raikhan Empire.”

 

“Such fortune for the Empire! Your Majesty! We congratulate you!”

 

The significance of this battle’s victory, which would surely be a turning point in the war, was immense.

 

“If we press the front lines including Belzium Castle like this, the enemy will have no choice but to collapse.”

 

“Your Majesty, this is a golden opportunity!”

 

While others discussed additional attacks, Supreme Commander Bast had different thoughts.

 

“Your Majesty, though we achieved victory, since the enemy climbed to the city walls, there will be casualties. We should release budget for special meals and reorganize our forces.”

 

“Supreme Commander! What are you saying? This is the perfect opportunity to advance to Belzium Castle.”

 

“If we miss this moment, even greater sacrifices may follow.”

 

Immediate rebuttal followed.

 

Among them was Minister Rosen from the Ministry of Finance, but Bast’s opinion remained unchanged.

 

“War is fought by people. If you tell them to fight again right after victory, who will have the strength? And the soldiers at Rimircastle need to be handled carefully.”

 

A place where rebellion had already occurred once.

 

At Bast’s words, everyone held back their words as old memories surfaced.

 

“The Supreme Commander is right. Victory doesn’t always mean gaining something. Sometimes just defending can deal great damage to the enemy.”

 

The Emperor nodded and supported Bast’s opinion.

 

“Finance Minister.”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

 

“Release budget so they can eat until their stomachs burst from fullness. Today, immediately.”

 

“Understood.”

 

Minister Rosen bowed his head while considering the budget scale.

 

“I’m dying to hear about the process through which they achieved victory.”

 

Surely they were on the verge of having the city walls captured by the enemy’s bizarre tactics.

 

Yet somehow they endured, and even managed to turn it around.

 

Having experienced war himself, the Emperor knew better than anyone how difficult that was.

 

“A report will come up soon.”

 

“Don’t rush them. Since the enemy has retreated, handling the situation is more important than reports.”

 

“Yes!”

 

Though the Emperor said not to rush, two reports came up in less than an hour.

 

One written by Major General Gadus, commander of Rimircastle, and one from Intelligence Command.

 

“Hmm.”

 

In broad strokes, the contents of both reports were identical.

 

However, the Intelligence Command report contained detailed information about what became the key to this war’s victory.

 

“Remarkable. Did you think this far ahead when making the recommendation?”

 

The Emperor looked at General Calren, who knew the report’s contents, and he shook his head.

 

“I didn’t anticipate this either.”

 

“Of course. This isn’t something anyone could have predicted. I’ll classify the Intelligence Command’s report as Level 1 Secret until the war’s end.”

 

“Understood.”

 

Level 1 Secret—the Empire’s highest security level, accessible only to personnel authorized by the Emperor.

 

“Promote General Chelsa posthumously to Major General, and begin preparations to provide rewards to the soldiers who participated in combat on the city walls.”

 

“Yes!! Your Majesty!!”

 

The primary recognition of merit.

 

With the Emperor setting the framework, the details were now the working staff’s responsibility.

 

“I’d like to go down to the Western Front right now to commend their achievements, but circumstances don’t allow it.”

 

With the war not yet over, the Emperor moving to the Western Front, which was the front line, would give the enemy an opportunity.

 

“Yes, Your Majesty. Please send an envoy.”

 

“An envoy.”

 

Normally that would be fine, but right now he wasn’t satisfied with just sending an envoy.

 

“Is the Crown Prince busy right now?”

 

Currently, the Crown Prince was working as Instructor Bast’s adjutant.

 

“Yes, he’s learning new things that he had only studied in books and planning operations, so busy that even two bodies wouldn’t be enough.”

 

“Work him properly. Only by gaining experience through this opportunity will he be able to endure the chaotic political situation even after I step down.”

 

Initially, the Emperor had planned to send the Crown Prince to the Western Front as soon as the war broke out.

 

But the ministers strongly opposed it, and the adjutant position was the compromise that resulted.

 

“I will approach it with a sense of duty.”

 

“I trust you will. But if the Crown Prince can’t go.”

 

Tap tap.

 

The Emperor tapped his fingers on the desk, pondering for a moment before speaking.

 

“The Second Prince is too young, so sending an envoy would be better than nothing, but Rene would be appropriate.”

 

“The journey to the Western Front would be too arduous for Her Highness the Princess…”

 

“If she avoids a path just because it’s rough when going to commend the hard work of soldiers who risk their lives, is that befitting of royalty?”

 

“Ahem.”

 

The minister who had spoken out of concern for the Princess bowed his head without gaining anything.

 

“Go and bring the Princess here.”

 

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

 

Since the Princess resided within the Imperial Palace, it didn’t take long for her to arrive.

 

“I greet His Majesty the Emperor.”

 

Rene strictly observed protocol, as this was a formal gathering with all the ministers present.

 

Though she wore simple attire due to the sudden summons, it actually highlighted her characteristic elegant yet refined atmosphere.

 

“Good, raise your head.”

 

Only after the Emperor’s permission did Rene lift her head to look at her father.

 

“I didn’t call you for any other reason, but I’d like you to go to Rimircastle in my place to conduct the merit ceremonies.”

 

“I understand. I accept the command.”

 

Having heard about the victory on her way here, Rene nodded without much hesitation.

 

“I was thinking of sending the Crown Prince, but since he’s busy, you’ll have to take on this hardship instead.”

 

“How could the journey to commend soldiers who fought for the Empire and Your Majesty be arduous?”

 

The Emperor’s lips curved upward at her nearly perfect response.

 

“Excellent. I’ll have the list and the message I want conveyed prepared shortly, so depart this afternoon.”

 

“Yes, I will convey Your Majesty’s intentions well.”

 

After the brief conversation, Rene left the office and returned to her own palace.

 

“Have you returned? What did His Majesty want?”

 

Anna, who had been waiting anxiously, asked as soon as she saw Rene.

 

“Nothing serious, but I need to make a trip to Rimircastle.”

 

“What?! Why to such a dangerous place?”

 

“I’m going to commend their achievements in Father’s place.”

 

“Couldn’t you just send an envoy? Why must Your Highness the Princess go?”

 

“He must be pleased enough to feel that an envoy wouldn’t suffice. After all, it was a battle we expected to lose.”

 

Knowing her father the Emperor’s personality better than anyone, Rene wasn’t particularly surprised by this turn of events.

 

“The Western Front means taking a carriage for over ten days from here. Oh my.”

 

“It’s fine. Actually, I wanted to go anyway. Uncle will probably be there too, most likely.”

 

“That’s quite possible. It’ll be a long journey, so I need to pack thoroughly.”

 

“Please take care of it.”

 

“Just trust me.”

 

Anna left the room to pack, and Rene picked up a long box placed in one corner of the room.

 

“Should I bring this?”

 

The sword that Bangkero had personally crafted, which she had received last week.

 

There was no guarantee she could meet him just by going, but her intuition was telling her.

 

That he, whom she hadn’t seen for over half a year, would be at Rimircastle now.

 

“Come to think of it, I wonder if that person participated in this battle too.”

 

Looking at the sword naturally brought Paran Oclo to Rene’s mind.

 

“I hope he’s safe.”

 

If he had died in battle, Rene wasn’t confident she could get over it without feeling guilty.

 

“He must be alive, he’s a strong person who even argued back at me.”

 

One of the few people in her life who had argued back at her.

 

She still vividly remembered that scene and his voice.

 

“Let me choose some books to read during the journey.”

 

Since it would be a long journey, Rene also prepared thoroughly.

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