You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 238 Promises and the Nun

Dick and Frant returned after drinking.

There is a prohibition on alcohol in military camps.

Drinking alcohol is prohibited except during rest periods, and officers must also comply.

Green once secretly drank alcohol, and that same day he was hung up, stripped naked except for his shorts.

Since then, everyone has come to know the true value of military law.

However, the military camp was in a relaxed state during this period, so no one investigated his position as deputy regimental commander.

The reason for the leniency was the aftermath of the war.

To be precise, it wasn't Roman who was traumatized, but rather his army that was traumatized by the Judgment Knights.

Nearly 70% of the casualties were caused by the conquering knight units.

The whole process is unbearable to watch; those who experienced it firsthand must have nightmares.

Once there is a large-scale outbreak of post-traumatic stress disorder, the army's combat effectiveness will be rendered useless, and they will all become spineless if they encounter similar situations again.

Roman took this issue very seriously and insisted that officers must focus on the ideological development of the soldiers.

But Jet and Dick were confused.

Ideological construction?

What it is?
That's so advanced! Can't we have something more outdated?
Roman was overwhelmed with issues such as prisoners of war and pensions, and he also had to meet with the non-commissioned officers to do ideological work.

……

"Are you scared, Ed?"

"I was afraid, sir, but seeing you, I'm not afraid at all," he said softly, gazing at the figure on the chair with longing and trust.

“When you die, you have nothing left.” He felt that this sentence was full of a different kind of emotion, sounding somewhat sad, pitying, and compassionate.

"Yes, we have it. We have received honor and glory. You said that we can get that too. You also said that what we do is meaningful."

"Even if a war as devastating as this were to occur in the future, would you still be able to stand firm at your post without hesitation?"

"I will!"

"The Judgment Knight's blade almost sliced ​​your neck open..."

He was not present when the war broke out.

Because he cannot take risks.

But Ed inexplicably believed that he had always been by their side.

He knew every detail of the Battle of Spring Rain.

He observed everything they did.

For some reason, Ed felt a sense of familiarity, as if he had always fought alongside them, as if he had seen this figure countless times in his dreams, teaching them how to fight and leading them in charge.

Perhaps because it was a dream, he never remembered those things; only his fighting instincts and experience accumulated and settled into his bones.

“I will! Sir, I will do it for you,” he repeated, his voice filled with determination.

He fell silent upon seeing the figure in the chair.

"Then I'll allow you to do it for me."

The figure stretched out his palm, walked over, and kissed the somewhat rough back of the hand with a devout gesture.

He heard the figure on the throne say, "Go, I will take responsibility for you. The sacrifice of your comrades was not in vain. I swear, from this day forward, you will never again use your flesh and blood to fight against the charge of the conquering knights. I will transform you into an iron legion, and I will bless you, making you warriors stronger than any other."

...The last meeting with the squad leader has ended.

Roman watched Ed leave the hall, a moment that had taken a great deal of his energy.

For the military, they lost many comrades.

But for him, it was also like watching those familiar faces disappear before his eyes.

Roman rubbed his temples after resolving the army's problems.

The next step is to speed up production.

But before that, he had to decide the fate of the prisoners of war.

It's impossible to keep them in captivity; they also have to work, and their workload is heavier than that of the residents of Origin City.

They get all the dirty and hard work!

Give the guards a whip, and whip anyone who slacks off hard, whip them to death, and kill them on the spot if they resist!

The answer is that slaves and prisoners of war have no human rights.

After a few months of labor reform, suitable laborers will be selected from among them and recruited into the army.

This is the process for the believer army and the mercenary army.

But other things are different.

Roman summoned Sister Maper.

She used to be the head of the nuns' choir, but now she is Roman's slave.

Maper was over forty years old, with fine wrinkles on her face, and her face habitually showed a gentle and loving expression.

She bowed and said, "Lord Roman, may the gods bless you."

Roman frowned immediately: "There are no gods on this land; they only have one object to pray to. Sister, I advise you not to seek your own death!"

"The gods admonish us to face terror with prayer. Lord Roman, you have no faith and cannot be saved."

“I only believe in myself,” he snorted. “And, Sister, your gods cannot save this land, but I can. So I am the god of the earth. Pay me the highest respect.”

Mapel was utterly shocked; she had never seen such an arrogant tyrant.

She cried out in panic, “Gods above! How...how can you claim to be a god...this is a grave sin!”

Roman cursed, "Shut up! You're ignorant and know nothing. I'm too lazy to reason with a fool like you! If you dare to mention your gods again, I'll send you all to meet the gods!"

She remained silent.

"Your faith doesn't seem very devout..." he said with a sneer. "No wonder, after all, the situation has changed, the environment has changed, what can mere humans do in the face of such a great trend?"

Mapel, with excellent manners, was not angry and said gently, "Lord Roman, if your land truly could not tolerate heretics, we would have gone with the valiant Bishop Melard long ago, instead of being separated and imprisoned. Are you afraid that the choir nuns will shake your rule?"

Roman crossed his arms and placed them on his stomach, saying, "That's because I need you to do something for me."

“No such thing…” Maper shook her head.

"Losers have nothing, nuns, you have no right to refuse me!"

He drew a short sword and threw it at the nun's feet with a clatter: "If you refuse to obey, then prove your faith."

Mapel picked it up and said, “Then what do you need me to do? Lord Roman, if you teach me to be your henchman, to kill, set fires, and hurt others, then I will die in front of you, hoping to awaken your conscience with my blood.”

"It's not that serious. I have plenty of people to do those murders and arsons. You're not qualified at all. Tell me what the nuns are good at."

Mapel could only say, “We come from the Eve Abbey. I am the abbot there. We do everything: copying books, sowing seeds, raising chickens, growing herbs, studying medicine, sometimes caring for the sick, helping pregnant women give birth, and looking after poor families…”

(End of this chapter)