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Punitive Force: Tyr and Others (1)
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When Tyr arrived at the punitive force’s base, the inside was in an uproar with the newly dispatched soldiers. The place was bustling with soldiers from various regions, all dressed in different uniforms.
“It seems the House of Baron London was defeated.” (??)
“I heard none of the commanders returned.” (??)
“If you’re captured, they say you’ll be killed without mercy.” (??)
Information of uncertain truth spread among the soldiers. Since the higher-ups were saying nothing, the soldiers became increasingly suspicious, and their fear of fighting the rebel force grew.
The kingdom, struggling to suppress the rebellion, finally mobilized the surrounding nobles all at once. It was no longer enough to give small orders to the nearby nobles as before. If they didn’t suppress the rebellion soon, the wave of peasant uprisings would spread throughout the kingdom. That would be the worst-case scenario. To prevent such a situation and avoid giving hope to peasants across the country, it was necessary to crush the rebellion swiftly.
Tyr ordered the adventurers he had brought to stand by and went to the command center to introduce himself. The command center was a church located in the center of the city serving as the base.
“I am Tyr, dispatched from the House of Baron Warden.” (Tyr)
A person, elegantly smoking a cigarette while looking out the window, turned around.
“I am Runo, the commander of this subjugation force. I was dispatched from the House of Viscount Michigan.” (Runo)
Tyr felt heavy-hearted, thinking there would be nobles dispatched from various places, but there was only one person in the command center.
The commander of the punitive force was from a viscount household. This meant that no nobles above the rank of earl were participating in this punitive force. Those high-ranking nobles were always like this. They stirred up a sense of crisis, left the responsibilities as a noble to others, and yet they themselves avoided any burden and shirk their duties.
Well, I suppose they’re saying, ‘If you’re frustrated, try becoming a high-ranking noble’.
Tyr cursed inwardly.
Commander Runo also smiled wryly at the weight of his responsibility.
“Oh, I’m in a bind. They say the commanders of the previous army, led by the House of Baron London, were killed first. And by a child, no less. Uh, what was she called again? The ‘Lightning of…” (Runo)
“The ‘Lightning of the Battlefield’. I’ve heard rumors too. They say she overwhelms in close combat with her skillful swordsmanship and throws daggers from a distance.” (Tyr)
“Now, the House of Baron London is a laughingstock among the nobles for being utterly defeated by a child.” (Runo)
The House of Baron London, having been crushed by the peasant rebel force, had its reputation completely ruined. However, since other nobles had also failed in suppressing the rebellion, the disgrace was somewhat diffused. Among the nobles who failed to suppress the rebellion, there are even families where engagements with their sons were broken off. Winning against the peasant rebel force was supposed to be a given, but losing made one the laughingstock, drawing the short straw.
“I can’t laugh. We’re next. I bear the House of Viscount Michigan’s crest, and you bear the House of Baron Warden’s crest in this suppression. Let’s avoid the disgrace of failing to suppress the rebellion and tarnishing our crests like the other nobles have.” (Runo)
“You are absolutely right. I intend to give my all in this suppression.” (Tyr)
“Well, as I mentioned earlier, I’m entrusting you with the task of supplying provisions and food to myself and the other nobles. Food, in particular, is the lifeline of the soldiers. I’m counting on you.” (Runo)
“Leave it to me.” (Tyr)
Tyr bowed his head and left the command center. Runo was from a viscount household, but Tyr was relieved that he didn’t adopt a haughty attitude just because Tyr was from a baron household. If he could forget about the bothersome relations between nobles, Tyr himself could focus on the battle.
The problem was the rebel force. Tyr still felt optimistic, thinking they were just peasants. He had only heard of the ‘Lightning of the Battlefield’ as a rumor. He also looked down on the other nobles who had failed so far, thinking they were amateurs in warfare, unlike himself. However, this time he was fighting with the House of Baron Warden’s crest on his back. There was no way he could afford to be careless and lose to peasants.
Tyr chastised himself for his complacency, steeled his resolve, and returned to the place where the adventurers were waiting.
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