I, who was eager to retire, became an Imperial General.

Chapter 200 The Perfect Monster, Mad Revenge, Subservient to Power
"So, apart from the City Burners, all of our reconnaissance forces have been wiped out by the enemy's offensive?"

At 5 p.m., in the Allied headquarters command tent on the dark corridor floor.

Upon receiving the latest intelligence from their own front lines, Roxie raised an eyebrow in slight surprise, but she wasn't too shocked by it.

After all, she had already anticipated this situation when she issued the order to advance.

Although it happened a little earlier than I had expected.

"Just as troublesome as I expected..."

Roxie murmured unconsciously, her azure eyes slowly narrowing.

She knew this was John Maslow's deliberate scheme against her.

If she abandons sending troops deeper into the territory, the enemy will be able to deduce that their target is not in this battlefield, and will then decisively abandon their original arrangements and withdraw.

She could either launch a full-scale attack on the southern Cocobia rainforest, or, in a way she herself couldn't comprehend, lead her troops to the Tarzan wetlands battlefield to join forces with the Imperial 2nd Division, thereby turning the situation in the most favorable position for the enemy.

However, if she continues to increase her forces in the underground battlefield, then given the continuous reduction in troops and insufficient defenses, according to Roxie's judgment, the enemy will definitely send out that elite assassination squad to try to raid her main camp. After killing her, the enemy will be able to directly seize victory in this war.

If they advance, their base will be threatened.

If John Maslow retreats, he may lead his troops to escape, leaving his own garrison at Blue Lake at risk of being overrun.

Either decision will be disadvantageous to our side.

"But the problem is, John Maslow, by choosing to send the entire army underground, thus completely losing your intelligence gathering capabilities and relying solely on spies to obtain single pieces of information, can you really deduce the real killing move I've prepared for you?"

Looking at the sand table in front of him, representing his own side and the enemy, as if he had thought of something, a playful smile slowly crept onto Roxie's lips.

After their previous encounter, she realized that John Maslow, a man she had never truly met, seemed to have a very deep understanding of her personality.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for the enemy to make such near-perfect predictions of her impromptu battle plans during the previous battles.

Even if there were spies tipping them off, this situation would be completely impossible.

But the other party did it in a bizarre way.

This peculiar feeling, as if someone had lived with him for decades and knew him inside and out, filled Roxie with disbelief, but also a sense of challenge.

She doesn't believe that anyone in the world understands her better than she does.

They wouldn't believe such a thing existed.

Because a monster called the Perfect One can never be replaced by anyone else.

Therefore, she had to use her own strength to crush her opponent.

Thus, she could prove, in a victorious manner, that no one in this world could control her, and that she could not be controlled by anyone.

Therefore, in this battle, she devoted all her energy and effort to the confrontation like never before.

And they engaged in as many as seven levels of strategic maneuvering!
On the surface, she has divided her forces into six units, each independently carrying out three strategic decisions: reinforcing Talzan, launching a blitzkrieg against Mad Fang City, and defending Blue Lake City; as well as three tactical decisions: blocking at Great Wind Slope, flooding at the intersection, and destroying the passage.

In reality, of the six divisions she deployed, only a whole division was sent to reinforce Tarzan.

When she issued the remaining instructions, she provided false information to the five members on the suspect list and assigned them troops that were mostly not in line with the organizational structure of these five commanders.

Therefore, even after six troop splits, the Allied forces still have a total of 2.3 troops at headquarters.

This force, twice the size of the enemy's, is more than enough for her to handle any unforeseen events that may occur, including the open scheme that John Maslow has just launched!
Furthermore, these six layers of strategic maneuvering were not her final, decisive move for John Maslow, but rather a smokescreen to deceive him.

This led John Maslow to stubbornly believe that she would, as rumored, try to mimic her opponent's tactics to win the battle.

They attempted to use a flood attack, just as the enemy had used to annihilate the Seventh Army, to fill the damned cavern area in five days and achieve their so-called final victory.

But in reality, this was the final, deadly move she left for John Maslow.

It was neither the entry of the 109th Division nor the flooding of the cave.

It was a ground collapse that occurred 3 days later!
Yes, Roxie Sancaster planned to secretly conduct reconnaissance missions in the resonant areas of the cave rock zone and then systematically drill through the Lyria forces that had been implanted with coordinates.

After confirming the coordinates, the opportunity was made to use the Phase Teleportation spell to its fullest extent, taking advantage of Orion's awakening in the early hours of the morning.

All large-scale magical facilities of our side that have been set up with detonation spells will be teleported underground and detonated to launch a simultaneous targeted attack.

Using the effects of the explosion of the facility with superhuman magical power, it resonated with the rocky area, thus completely shattering the dark corridor that covered an area of ​​tens of kilometers.

It forms a sinkhole large enough to engulf everything!

This battlefield, which John Maslow considered an impregnable fortress and the key to the Imperial Army's victory, was completely transformed into a graveyard for the enemy!

Using the 109th Division, which will arrive in two days and join the battle, Roderick's Burning City troops, driven mad by the desire to prove invincibility, Gary Madfang's Madfang Clan troops, who have lost their minds to the so-called family honor, and Demis Darkmoon's Darkmoon Clan troops, who are forced to join the battle out of fear of losing their own.

These people were all turned into deadly bait to distract John Maslow, making him try to kill as many enemies as possible, thus attempting to achieve his ridiculous vision of turning defeat into victory.

Orion Frost, who foolishly chose to destroy his own potential and future in pursuit of so-called love and dreams, was no different from trash to himself.

In this battle, this captive of love will be drained of all remaining value.

Then, he would use all the cost to annihilate the Imperial Army, capture John Maslow, wash away the shame of his previous defeat, and complete his myth of invincibility.

The most solid foundation for finally reaching the true throne called 'perfection'!
All the soldiers in that imperial army, except for those of super-rank high combat strength, died here.

The enemy's proud magical soldier force was completely annihilated here due to the collapse of the ground.

John Maslow, who believed he had everything under control and was obsessed with being able to control, predict, and even conquer himself, was forced to confront the unchangeable truth in this crushing defeat:

"No one can surpass me. All commanders will either die in battle against me because of defeat, or humiliatingly bow down to me to survive, becoming slaves to be trampled on by me."

"But without a doubt, all their struggles on the battlefield will become nourishment for my growth and development."

“John Maslow, even you, who have put unprecedented pressure on me, are no exception.”

"Because, in this world, only I, Roxie Sancaster, am capable of truly reaching the highest realm!"

"A flawless, absolute being that humans can never understand or empathize with, called 'perfection'!"

"The divine blood flowing in my veins has already determined the insurmountable difference between you and me."

"Mortals are only fit to bow their heads and praise God's grace."

"Therefore, John Maslow, you who try to peer into the mind of God and are so arrogant as to try to control God will inevitably be defeated and become a slave to my control."

"And for your foolish attempt to overstep the will of God, you will be condemned to a hell of regret."

"You shall now prostrate yourself at my feet, forever unable to escape!"

Looking at the sand table in front of him, it was as if he could see John Maslow struggling to escape from the collapsed ground three days later, only to be trampled under his feet in mid-air. Roxie's smile became even more intense, even terrifying.

As the blood-red sunset shone through the gaps in the tent, combined with the shadows cast upon her within, Roxie, her hair standing on end in fury, appeared even more imposing and manic.

"despair!"

……

Meanwhile, in Morningstar Territory, inside a pavilion shrouded entirely in darkness.

Accompanied by a series of heavy footsteps, and then, after a slow knocking on the door, the closed door was slowly pushed open with a creak.

Before the other person could even step into the room, the sight inside, seen through the light from outside, sent chills down their spine.

The once empty room was now covered with densely packed papers, almost filling the entire space.

And without exception, they all had the same word written on them:
"revenge!"

The script used was the language of the Kingdom of Victoria. This cuneiform script, which should have been full of fluidity and beauty, inexplicably gave people a particularly ferocious and violent feeling when written by its owner.

Even a single glance from them can convey boundless hatred and resentment.

Even Major Karl Mamba, who had experienced more than ten battles and could be considered to have witnessed true hell, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Breathing also came to a standstill.

"Is something wrong?"

Major Karl only snapped back to reality when the hoarse voice slowly reached his ears and his eyes met those of the figure sitting at the desk who had somehow looked up from his hunched position and was casting a strange, cold gaze at him.

He wanted to speak, but the coldness in those eyes made him instinctively lower his head, and he responded in a trembling voice:
"Reporting to Major General Leon, Chief Adam sent me to invite you to the council hall. It seems he has something to discuss with you. I apologize for interrupting your research."

"..."

Leon did not answer, but silently scrutinized Karl in front of him with his dark eyes, while his right index finger tapped the manuscript in his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

Suddenly, the attic fell into an eerie silence.

Just as Karl was feeling suffocated by the inexplicable atmosphere and was about to flee, footsteps sounded, followed by Leon's hoarse voice reaching his ears again:

"Lead the way. Also, send this information to the Kingdom's Magic Research Department and have them produce it immediately!"

"Snapped!"

A thick stack of manuscript paper was suddenly shoved into Karl's hands, its weight so heavy that his entire shoulder slumped.

He intended to respond directly, but his eyes were involuntarily drawn to the title on the manuscript.

As his peripheral vision focused on the markings on the cover, Karl's eyes narrowed to an extreme as if he had seen something unbelievable:
Anti-magic device level 3 - miniaturization and movable spell development principle.

This is... a Tier 3 anti-magic device?!

However, the Kingdom of Mingming has only recently proposed a theory about a portable Tier 2 anti-magic device for the Magic Workshop, and it is still being tested and improved. Even the first-generation product has not yet been made.

As a result, Major General Leon bypassed the problem that had not yet been solved domestically and directly promoted it to the third level.
This is simply, this is simply appalling!
If this development principle can be proven and it can actually be perfectly produced.

Wouldn't that mean...

"!"

As if he had finally realized that he was holding the ultimate weapon capable of destroying a country, Karl's hands immediately began to go numb uncontrollably due to the intense shock and excitement.

My breathing became more rapid and tense than ever before.

A large amount of sweat began to gush out from his pores, but only for a moment before he cursed himself for his stupidity.

At the same time, fearing that this crucial manuscript would be contaminated because of his own incompetence, he did not hesitate to quickly tear off his military uniform and wrap the manuscript tightly.

Then, suppressing his elation and amazement, he turned to look behind him, where the person had walked out of the room at some point.

Standing on the stairs, he raised his hand to shield his eyes from the darkness, allowing his eyes, accustomed to darkness, to adjust to the outside light. His figure, emaciated from the frenzied research of the past ten days, had become unprecedentedly thin, almost like a skeleton. The genius major general was now

His tone became more excited than ever before, even becoming somewhat stammering:

"Major General Leon, are you sure you've completely finished this manuscript?"

Having said that, seemingly realizing that his words had offended the respected commander and brilliant scholar, Karl quickly slapped himself and then added:

"I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just a little worried..."

"I've already made myself clear enough, don't make me repeat myself!"

Leon didn't even glance at the major, who was somewhat at a loss due to shock and excitement. After his eyes adjusted to the outside light, he ignored the major beside him, who was full of self-reproach, and stepped onto the corridor outside the balcony.

Then he gently pushed open the window that the man had once opened for him, the window that brought new light into the endless darkness.

"Squeak!"

As he gazed at the warm, fiery sunset streaming into the attic, his dark eyes momentarily lost in thought.

It was as if in a hallucination that I saw that old, ugly man leaning against the window, just like in my past memories, making those vulgar and obscene jokes to me.

For a moment, I couldn't help but freeze in place.

"Wow!"

The gentle breeze blowing over my head felt like the same sensation as before, when the other person, taking advantage of being an adult, would deliberately treat me like a little pet, pressing my head down and teasingly watching me as I angrily tried to retaliate. It was the feeling of that kind and benevolent hand pressing on my head.

But that warmth from past memories began to slowly and irrevocably dissipate the next second, as the smug, mischievous figure of the teacher in his field of vision gradually dimmed.

The moment when the room was completely replaced by countless papers filled with pain, hatred, and regret.

In an instant, a dizzying rift was torn open in this cruel reality called the past.

This made Leon feel suffocated like never before.

"..."

He silently withdrew his hands, which had been suspended in mid-air, trying to break free from his past willfulness and attempt to give that person a hug he had never given before.

His face, which had always been proud and had never shown any disrespect to anyone, slowly rose and closed his eyes.

It wasn't until he used all his magic to activate his unique spell, allowing reason to erase that precious emotion from his heart, which was on the verge of breaking apart.

He then exhaled a long breath from his dry, parched throat, which felt like a withered tree.

He then withdrew his head from the tilt of his head, reopened his deep and calm eyes, and looked through the window into the attic.

Those words, carrying the broken bonds of kinship and friendship, have become the goals he must achieve at all costs in this life.

His dark eyes also recalled that person who shared the same skin color, the same pupils, and the same confidence as him.

Even the proud man had to admit that the figure's command ability far surpassed, and could even be described as overwhelming, his talent.

His calm eyes were gradually filled with a frenzied killing intent, and even the setting sun, which should have warmed everything, seemed to lose its warmth when it shone on him, because of the word he uttered.

And in that almost tangible resentment, a chilling coldness was born, enough to freeze everything.

"revenge!"

Leon murmured softly, his handsome face contorted with rage, making him look like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.

Yes, revenge!
We must use every means possible.

He would stop at nothing and exhaust all means to take revenge on John Maslow!
It's not to prove my talent, not to meet my teacher's expectations, and not to compete for that elusive title!

It's not for the so-called end to violence and anti-war, nor for the glory and future of the kingdom.

It's not for the bullshit justice touted by those damned politicians!
Revenge for the sake of revenge!
This is my only goal in life from now on!
Don't say that life and death are predestined on the battlefield, and don't talk about the absurd idea of ​​letting go.

All I know is that my teacher died at the hands of John Maslow in that war.

And now, I haven't even been able to retrieve his remains.

I am ashamed to report the outcome of this battle to Her Majesty the Queen.

I have no face to return to my country and face his Francis family.

I find it even more unacceptable that the comforting words from the elders of the Francis family, though full of goodwill and understanding, could make me wish I were dead the moment they reached my ears.

Frank's future, his soul, his world—from the moment he died, were utterly shattered and collapsed, heading toward irreversible destruction.

And in this despair, I will become an avenger driven by hatred, with no other goals in this life!
But his own previous defeat, and the fact that even the more capable Roxie had suffered an unprecedented defeat yesterday due to Roxie's seemingly superhuman strategy, all proved that there was an insurmountable gap between his command abilities and those of the monster named John Maslow.

Even with the teacher's approval and my excellent leadership skills, I am confident that through hard work, I can catch up with, or even surpass, my opponent over time.

But that time was too long, so long that I couldn't accept it, let alone tolerate it!

"So, I'm giving up on becoming a commander, Frank."

Leon gently stroked the window in front of him, as if trying to touch the elegant and carefree figure who had once stood there, giving him boundless confidence and hope.

Try to find the last bit of warmth and comfort.

But this humble fantasy of making up for the past was shattered by the cold and unpolished wood.

While he felt extreme grief, he was even more resolute in his choice:
Since I cannot surpass him in command skills, I will use all my abilities to fight against that mortal enemy and the country where that mortal enemy is located.

To wage a war that has nothing to do with justice, but is simply to end this feud!

"..."

Leon stared at the room in front of him, which was covered with countless hateful words. Then he raised his hand and released magic. Under the transparent palm formed by his powerful mental energy, he swept and crushed all the pages.

It felt as if it had torn apart the stubborn and immature version of myself I once was.

Then the scattered scraps of paper were left to dance in the wind and fall to the ground, forming an unremarkable mound.

Bury all resentment at this moment, and let it transform into something called motivation, growing deep within the soul.

Until you walk that hellish road called revenge and reach the end called emptiness.

Or, they might perish completely in defeat during a war waged in their own way.

This is the only path I can take from now on.

"So please forgive my one last act of willfulness, my dear...father!"

Leon murmured to himself, then took a deep breath and gazed longingly one last time at the figure in his vision—the one he had imagined—who was now looking at him with a helpless expression.

Without hesitation, he slammed the window shut, completely abandoning his remembrance of the deceased.

Immediately afterwards, he walked straight down the stairs.

Instead, they were followed by Major Karl, who looked suspicious and constantly on guard, as if afraid that someone would come to steal the treasure.

In the blood-red sunset.

In a sigh uttered by the departed, a sigh unheard by mortals.

With resolute and unwavering steps, he strode quickly toward the council hall, the center of power for the Morning Star clan in this capital city.

At that moment, Leon knew it clearly.

Once this step is taken, it's a one-way street until the destination is reached.

Otherwise, I will be forever.

There's no going back!

"despair!"

……

Meanwhile, in the council hall of Morningstar Territory.

"..."

Looking at the empty council hall in front of him, Adam Morningstar, the patriarch of the Morningstar clan, was originally 59 years old, but due to the influence of his elite warrior magic power, he looked only 34 years old in the past.

Now, due to the devastation of his sons' deaths in battle and the complete annihilation of the Morning Star Clan's warriors, he has been uncontrollably aging and weakening over the past two weeks due to the intense impact of the attack.

So much so that his face is now covered in wrinkles, and even his eyes, which are known as the most outstanding archer of the Morning Star Clan among his peers and are famous for their sharpness.

Now he has also begun to become uncontrollably murky, making him a completely different person from the past.

He exuded an aura of old age, like the old orcs in his tribe who were already in their eighties or nineties and whose lifespan was entirely up to fate.

His former pride and charisma as the clan leader had long since vanished.

And he certainly should have done so.

After all, the addition of the Fifth Legion has forced the Imperial Army, which was supposed to march into Morning Star Territory and try to bring this land where they have lived for so long under its control, to shift its focus to the southern battlefield.

However, the damage to Morningstar Ridge is an undeniable fact.

Nearly four-fifths of the clan's warriors perished in battle, including the Morningstar Clan's most relied-upon elite troops.

The younger generation of centaurs, on the other hand, have not yet mastered even the most basic Gale spell. Even ignoring age, it will take at least two years for them to become ordinary centaur warriors.

Furthermore, these new clan warriors cannot even be equipped with the lowest-level Fried Armor until their physical condition reaches the required level.

It is even less likely that they could recreate the glory of the strongest medieval charge, like the Star Chaser Cavalry.

In other words, the decline of the Morning Star tribe was already a foregone conclusion.

Whether the war ends with a victory for the Saga Kingdom or a triumph for the despicable allies, humanity, it doesn't matter.

The fate of the Morningstar Clan will remain unchanged.

In other words, he, the patriarch of the Morning Star clan, will become the culprit responsible for the clan's decline and even extinction.

"Oh!"

Thinking of this, Adam Morningstar's face turned ashen, and he smashed the wooden table in front of him to pieces with a punch. His brown hair stood on end involuntarily due to intense anger.

Large plumes of white steam billowed from his large nostrils, but this lasted only a moment before being replaced by a helpless sigh.

A bitter smile appeared on Adam's aged face.

Having lived more than half his life, he had long understood from his past experiences that regret was pointless.

The fact that things have developed to this point is also inseparable from his arrogance, which stemmed from his lifelong confinement within the Kingdom of Saga, his never venturing out to see the world, and his reliance on the teachings passed down from his father that "the invincible charge of the centaur can crush all enemies," which was instilled in him due to his lack of access to information.

And he followed his father's example, passing on this flawed idea to his children, making them just as blindly confident and unwilling to accept the truth—a failure of education.

As the patriarch of the Morningstar clan, he should have realized this much earlier and corrected it in time.

But he failed to do so.

This negligence and yearning for stability, when the war between nations broke out, turned into a defeat he could never recover from in his lifetime.

"No, in fact, I still have a chance to save all of this!"

Recalling that Allied Major General who had also experienced a devastating defeat, whose former confidence and arrogance had been shattered by the powerful, demon-like man sent by the Empire, and who had even failed to recover his teacher's remains.

Adam immediately narrowed his eyes, and his brain began to work at lightning speed.

In fact, ever since the news of his eldest son's defeat at the Iron Horse Mountain front came, he had already begun to secretly investigate this young commander, who was hailed by countless people as the 'Assassin Star'.

It has now been confirmed that the other party is a rising star among the young talents in the Kingdom of Victoria.

He was mentored by the now-deceased "playboy general" Frank.

He even participated in the brutal yet wildly popular selection of the 'Supreme Commander,' where winning would elevate him to a position second only to the emperor.

Moreover, although Leon Lee himself was just a war orphan and had no direct family support behind him.

However, according to the intelligence gathered so far, although the other party and General Frank were only teacher and student, they were regarded by many people as adoptive father and adopted son.

Their bond is exceptionally strong.

In addition, Frank never married and was the only legitimate son of the Francis family.

Now that the other party has died on the battlefield, if Leon Lee, as Frank's adopted son, is willing to change his surname to Francis after returning home, then there is a high probability that he will receive the support of the Francis family, or even directly inherit the Francis family's marquess title.

If the Morningstar Clan could connect with this promising candidate for Marquis Francis, or even form a marriage alliance, then...

If the Battle of Faoken Bay ends in an Allied victory, the Morningstar Clan, under the protection of the Francis family, will be able to maintain its existing territory and consolidate its power in just a few years.

If they were willing to concede some benefits, they could even leverage the influence of the Victorian Kingdom to reach even greater heights!
If the War of Faokon Gulf ends in victory for the Kingdom of Saga, according to the rules of the orcs, the already weakened Morningstar clan will have to become a vassal of the other tribes. Apart from paying a large amount of tribute, the tribe will lose the possibility of rising again.

Under this relationship, the tribe's members could also safely evacuate this land via allied warships, heading to the Kingdom of Victoria to embrace a more advanced civilization and shed their previous closed-off attitude.

Then, with the protection of the Francis family, they will accumulate strength, recover their power during recuperation, and then set foot on this land again. Witnessed by the Orc Elders Council, they will reclaim the homeland that belongs to the family after a hundred or even several hundred years!
Adam Morningstar had never considered the possibility of the Empire winning.

After all, although the Saga Kingdom was relatively backward compared to the Empire and the Allied Forces, it did not mean that the Saga Kingdom was weak.

Although they are all sizable clans located in Faoken Bay, they can only barely be ranked among the top 100 clans in the Saga Kingdom.

Putting aside other matters, take the Blood Wolf tribe, located in the western part of the Tarzan Wetlands and situated on the Red Maple Plains, for example. That ancient family, which possesses the art of blood sacrifice, has the 'Blood Claw Legion,' whose combat power is enough to wipe out the Star Chaser Cavalry Brigade that the Morning Star Clan relies on in an instant.

Unless the Empire dispatches a large number of magic soldiers to unleash explosive magic, forcibly relying on the terrifying power from the star core to crush them without reason.

Otherwise, with the Empire's army being as weak as shrimp, it would likely only end up like it was more than thirty years ago, where the enemy commander's thigh was eaten by the former leader of the Blood Wolf tribe.

Therefore, Adam never imagined that the empire could win.

Rather, even if the other side wins, it will only be temporary.

With the orcs charging fearlessly, the empire, whose true military strength was thousands of miles away from Faokeng, simply could not possibly bring Faokeng permanently into its territory.

For the sake of the future of his people, Adam only needed to choose between Saga's kingdom and his allies.

The reason he chose this major general, rather than trying to join the other orcs of Saga's kingdom, was that he chose this general.

The reason is quite simple.

That is, Adam Morningstar does not believe that the remaining orc tribes, who are stuck in their past glories and unwilling to accept the new world and new rules, can withstand the ever-changing technology of future humans and the ever-growing demon legions of the empire.

Even though the orcs have begun to awaken and try to accept the things of the new world under the decree of the current king, the empire now dominates the world with magic soldiers, has occupied the new magic lake and started to manufacture new magic soldiers, and the allied forces are frantically engaged in an arms race.

The Saga Kingdom started too late, too slowly, and too inefficiently.

They are destined to be eliminated by this crazy era!

"It's like others have already started using magic to hunt powerful beasts, while we're still catching harmless rabbits with our bare hands."

Poverty, backwardness, stupidity, and stubbornness.

Aside from the outdated glory of once being a world hegemon, it is a pathetic kingdom with no other highlights.

Adam murmured to himself, but quickly put that feeling of sorrow for the country behind him.

Although his previous education had instilled in him a loyalty to the king.

However, the current situation of the Morningstar Clan no longer allows him to continue to act according to the cruel, survival-of-the-fittest rules of the orcs.

As the clan leader, his duty and responsibility is not to lead the clan to jump into the abyss like fools for that damned slogan, thus severing the lineage of the Morning Star Clan.

Instead, they must find ways to ensure the survival and continuation of the clan.

Even if it means giving up the loyalty and honor that orcs value more than life itself!

As the clan leader, he had already made up his mind to this.

"Of course, all of this has one prerequisite: I must be able to successfully persuade this Allied Major General to accept the allegiance of the Morning Star Clan, which is now reduced to only the old, weak, and disabled!"

Otherwise, it's all just empty talk.

Adam fell into deep thought again, while simultaneously organizing the conditions he could offer the other side.

First of all, the enemy will definitely not care about the only remaining Star Chaser Cavalry regiment in the entire tribe.

After all, in the war between the Allies and the Empire, a regimental-level unit could play a negligible role.

As for money, Morningstar Territory is poor due to its remote location, lack of mineral resources, and inability to develop them.

Even though they had won many victories in the Orc Tournament, the precious metals and high-value items related to magic they had accumulated amounted to at most one million gold pounds. This amount was nothing to the Francis family and negligible to them.

"So, that's the only way?"

He recalled the joke that the philandering general Frank had made to him during a casual conversation when he was still alive, asking him to introduce his daughter Sanna to Leon.

He, who had scoffed at the idea at the time, is now beginning to think about it seriously.

Not to brag, but when it comes to beauty, Adam is quite confident in his youngest daughter, Sanna Morningstar.

After all, although humans and orcs look different, they are actually quite similar in terms of aesthetics.

As early as the age of gods, thanks to the Beast God and the other gods, the two races had miraculously achieved a unity in aesthetics.

Furthermore, unlike the beings in Morno Continent whose bloodlines are not fully developed, resulting in a beast-headed human form, and who are ugly in appearance, have vastly different levels of intelligence and low levels of civilization, and who now live alongside monsters in that primitive land, they are called Beastmen.

Most of the orcs in the Saga Kingdom have human heads and animal bodies. After reaching the elite level, they can try to learn related spells to modify their orc-related parts. Apart from retaining some of the orc-like features, they are generally not much different from ordinary humans.

The cost is a loss of power and the permanent loss of a spell slot.

However, if it was for the sake of the clan's continuation, Adam felt that it was not impossible for his daughter to make some sacrifices.

It would be best if I could become his legal wife.

If the other party is unwilling to accept it, then being a concubine is also an option.

In any case, as long as this marriage relationship can be established, the Morning Star Clan can escape the fate of becoming slaves in the future.

Of course, good looks alone are probably not enough. Besides sacrificing his daughter's happiness, he also needs to offer her more things that can win her heart.

For example, the Morning Star clan possessed spells that were common in Saga's kingdom but completely unfamiliar to humans.

In addition, the Morningstar Clan's unique enchanting technique called 'Penetrating' and the family's inherited family spells about 'Pure White Barrier'.

If these are used as betrothal gifts to establish a marriage alliance, they should be enough to move the other party!
"Everything is for the future of the Morning Star Clan!"

So forgive your father, Sanna.

Please forgive me, Father, and all the ancestors of the Morningstar Clan.

Adam sighed silently to himself.

But soon, as if sensing something, he slowly raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the council hall.

The two human figures, who had arrived at some unknown time, were now walking towards him, their eyes flashing with determination.

He knew that the Morningstar Clan's future depended on this conversation.

He absolutely could not let this 'deal' fail!
"despair!"

……

(End of this chapter)