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The genius prince Vol 7 chapter 19
"Send a message to the generals. tell them to turn their backs with the intention of destroying the enemy's will to fight. But don't chase deeply. Even though they are enemies, they are people of the same empire. "
"Yes, Highness!"
Immediately the messenger returns to the battlefield. Baldrosh glares at the escaping Dimetrio army, catching his back at the edge of his field of vision.
"... They retreated before we could break them up on their right flank, huh?"
"What's your interest?"
"The Dimetrio that I know is a man who cannot admit his own failures or defeats. I thought he would never talk about retreating even if the rope was around his neck. .. "
"Even if the prince did, some of his followers had a good eye for detail, and they may have been strongly persuaded, or they may have dragged Prince Dimetrio into retreat. " Bardrosh did not dispute Lorencio's opinion.
The battle was won by us in the first place. The pursuing force might capture Demetrio. Even if they missed him, how many men would be left after such a heavy blow? Dimetrio had challenged them to a decisive battle, and he had lost. A second chance was no longer realistic.
Baldrosh thinks so, but at the same time,he felt a stagnant feeling deep in his heart that could not be wiped away. A stranger flickers in the corner of my vision all the time – such a disgusting feeling.
"By nightfall, the pursuit troops will return. Therefore, we will once again declare the victory of this war and scrutinize the results of the war."
"... yes, I guess so."
However, in the end, the pursuit unit was unable to capture Dimetrio.
On the contrary, the core members of the faction led by Dimetrio also escaped the pursuit.
The choice of escape routes and the obstruction of the pursuing troops at key points seemed as if they had foreseen the retreat from the beginning.
And- What was spreading there was a miserable sight
The place where they were hiding was in a corner of an unknown forest. There, the wounded and defeated remnants of Demetrio's army were gathered.
The sun was already setting and darkness surrounded them, but the fire was kept to a minimum so that they would not be discovered by their pursuers. The soldiers were huddled together, fighting for the little warmth they could find. The smell of blood and sweat was intoxicating, and the stifled moans and cries showed no sign of abating.
Dimetrio's army had been defeated. It was a defeat that would go down in history. How many soldiers survived the pursuit? At any rate, the faces of the soldiers showed nothing but fatigue and despair.
"Well," Wayne said with great exaggeration, taking all of the big words into account.
"I hope you will now listen to my words, Prince Demetrio."
The only tent that had been prepared. Wayne and Demetrio faced each other in the only tent available.
"... I admit that we were barely able to retreat with your planning."
Now Demetrio glared at Wayne with a reproachful look. When the Baldrosh forces had driven him into a corner and he had been defeated, Wayne, who had been accompanying him, had told Dimetrio,
Although he hesitated, Demetrio chose to retreat. Using the retreat route Wayne had prepared, he was thus able to shake off the pursuit and escape. However, Dimetrio chose to retreat not only because he could escape.
"But ...... Is there really a chance to win from here?"
It was another whisper from Wayne. It wasn't just about saving our lives. By escaping, we can also win. Wayne told Demetrio.
"Of course we will."
Wayne smiled at him. The shadow of him floating in the tent, bathed in the light outside the tent, looked like a fearsome demon.
"I have already done the preparation. -If it is the duty of a general to win, it is the nature of a politician to profit from his defeats. Let Prince Baldrosh learn this lesson the hard way."
| Chapter 4 "A whirlwind strategy"
Imperial capital Grantsular.
It's been a while since Franya stayed in the mansion of the Imperial aristocrat Cyrus.
It's an unfamiliar foreign country. . Being placed under the protection of the nobility may also be due to surveillance. Whether you like it or not, the atmosphere is different from Willeron Palace in Natra.
Meanwhile, speaking of the state of Franya,
"“Hoooooow cyuuuute" franya was loving every minute of it
"Look Nanaki! Look! Look,she trying my best to walk! She's so cute!"
"... ...... I know." Franya who seems to be jumping up. her follower Nanaki is a little fed up with her. The reason for this was right in front of them.
"Bah.” A human baby.
Not even a year old. Rounded body and white, soft hair
she still uncertain about her steps.It's like having arms and feet attached to charm.
"Elysee, your sister is here."
"Awo" Elysee was the baby's name. relying on the wall, walked over to Franya's lap, where she was sitting on the floor, waiting, and put her hands on her knees as she fell down.
"Good girl Elysee! "
She hugged Elyse and gave her a kiss on the cheek.She hugged Elyse so tightly that it seemed as if her cheeks would melt.
Since meeting in her mansion, Franya had become very attached to Elysee.
"Fufu, you seem to like Elysee a lot." It is a Fulham woman who smiles while watching Franya and Elysee.
She was the wife of Cyrus, Mirabell and the mother of Elysees
"Elysee also seems to love her Highness. I'm happy as her mother."
"Eh. Is that so?"
"Franya, it's flattering."
Franya went to give Nanaki next to her a good kick in the leg. He avoided it soundlessly
Hmm, Nanaki doesn't understand, me and Elysee already have a strong bond."
Franya smiles at Elysee. Elysee has a suspicious look, but responded by running her small hands over her face.
Suddenly, the baby frowned in the princess’s arms. “Wah…"
"What's wrong? Oh, something strange smells. "
To the lord's question, Nanaki noticed the situation,
Nanaki, at her lord's question, realized what was going on."she defecate"
"Defecation ... What?"Franya winced. Of course, she didn't drop Elyse.
"Your Highness, bring Elyse over here." With a giggle, Mirabelle extended her hand and Franya handed Elysee to her.
Mirabelle expertly undressed Elysée and changed her diaper. Franya was impressed with her skill.
"Hey Mirabel, by the way, does Elyse have her nanny?"
"No. I take care of Elysee." Oh, Franya was surprised. Speaking of aristocrats, because they are not bothered by the daily chores of life.
They mocked that he was a nobleman because he wasn't bothered. Therefore the aristocrats take care of the baby
Therefore, it is common for aristocrats to entrust the care of their babies to nannies. This is not the case for a country aristocrat with little sense of nobility or a poor aristocrat who cannot afford to hire someone, but Mirabelle is the wife of a genuine imperial aristocrat residing in the imperial capital, and she has the responsibility of taking care of the baby by herself.
It was natural for Franya to come to the conclusion. "You insist on raising your children by yourself, don't you?
But unexpectedly Mirabel laughed a little.
"I'm sorry, did I make a mistake?"
"No, I beg your pardon. I was just thinking about how the Fulham people are treated in Natra from what Your Highness had said. "
Mirabel continued as Franya tilted her neck without understanding her meaning. "In the empire, the Fulham are treated in the same way as other racial groups In the empire, but however, many people are still prejudiced in their hearts, even if they don't say so on the surface, I don't know Anyone who wants to take care of a Fulham baby? "
Franny realized with a start that this was a very serious matter. In retrospect, this mansion has few people in spite of its size.
Does that mean that they are evading serving the Fulham?
"We are a Fulham, but we are a noble couple. We have often been the target of jealousy and misdirected hatred from strangers. I am hesitant to entrust my child to a stranger because I fear that the person I have hired may have illicit thoughts or feelings toward her. "
Mirabel smiled ephemeral, as she said this while nursing the fragile Elyse.
"Haaa ... it's still like that in the empire."
Franya lips twitched. The Earthwald Empire is said to be one of the most advanced on the continent. She was looking forward to visiting there, and in fact, the imperial capital was full of unfamiliar things.
"Of course, I know that the empire is much more advanced than the way we are treated in the West.
I have heard that things are somewhat better now, but in the West, people used to shave their children's hair and even blind them in order to protect them from discrimination.... "
White hair and red eyes are the distinctive features of Fulham. Without them, the child would certainly be indistinguishable from the rest of the people. But how many tears would be shed by the father and son for that?
franya had heard some of the stories about this. it is hard to imagine how many tears they must have shed
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