Orc Tyrant

"Why do you have to choose that place?"

"I must remind you respectfully, Mr. Minister of Administration, all of Yabane's actions are confidential, and only the Prime Minister can publicly inquire."

He said, trying to control his anger, and then gestured to the seated representative of the Three Witch Society.

"Mrs. Hessula, you have his care to ensure that Kairos-the Forest of Dreams cannot fall at all costs."

The witch nodded, made a namaste gesture in her heart, and lowered her head.

"Sure."

"But if you want to maintain the implementation of the general order, even when Ouke breaks through the'Western Barrier', then the night blade must have a stable and safe base outside the Forest of Dreams."

Hesura sighed.

"We've all heard from you before, the head of the nightblade, you are trying to turn Kairos into a castle, a self-reliant fortress."

"lady-"

He replied, staring at her coldly.

"I believe this is not the word of a family. When that moment comes, I would rather occupy it than need it, rather than need it without having it."

The chancellor leaned back in his chair.

"This is not a need or worthwhile issue, it is just a priority issue. If Ok jumps out of the defense and comes to our door-will you protect us then? Your night blade will stand on the wall between the green skin and this council. Between?"

"I told you-we are executors, not military forces."

"Yet you behave as if you are suitable."

The Minister of Culture of the Empire murmured, and Nutans looked at him immediately.

Jarvedo took his scepter and slammed the stone slab before any anger erupted.

"Order, friends."

He shouted.

"Let us have a little order."

Fortunately, Nutans took his seat again and did not stand up any further.

Jarvedo turned to his assistant, and the young clerk looked up from his hurried record, nodded, and turned a new page.

The imperial prime minister stood up laboriously, struggling to lean on the scepter.

"I should thank His Excellency Nutans for bringing us to the last and urgent matter ingeniously-that is, the refugee camps around the'West Front Barrier'. Marshal Yuhikin has ordered the removal of the camps to allow the construction of the outer defense zone and other Defense facilities were built, although not very

Okay, but I tend to obey—"

The Prime Minister suddenly became speechless, and he recalled unpleasant memories.

His eyes fell on the stain on the table again.

"To be precise, these matters were previously under the jurisdiction of the Imperial Parliament."

The Minister of Trade frowned.

"Those soldiers must be able to handle this matter far more efficiently than us? They have the power and manpower. They can dismantle the camp and drive people away. No one will oppose them."

"not that simple."

The Minister of Finance continued.

"If we drive away those who come to seek our protection, our enemies here and elsewhere will use this matter to incite resentment and dissent. With the new rebellion, the rule of the empire is at stake."

Nutans let out an unconscious snort.

"As far as I know, there will be riots every time we go to the countryside for conscription. It is predictable that there will be enemy spies in the empire, and they must be dealt with."

"But the Empire has no more room to settle them."

Hessula replied.

"Without exception, most of the refugees are from Kramatia Province. The empire is now in a serious food shortage. If everyone is resettled, it is very likely to aggravate this situation. Then the riots caused by famine It will inevitably happen in large numbers..."

Her fingers clicked again.

"Then the consequences of the losses are unpredictable. If that is our choice, it is better to leave the refugees where they are and let them take care of themselves."

"Just say it directly, let Oak kill them all, this will save millions of mouths that need to be eaten."

Nutans' words were cold and cruel, and the faces of everyone present were a little bit unconscious.

"Ahem..."

Although he rarely spoke in parliamentary meetings, Health Minister Sydart cleared his throat, and his elderly face was covered with blisters scars from childhood illness.

"Frankly, leaving aside the dubious moral reasons for using imperial citizens as physical shields."

He said very cautiously,

"I am opposed to leaving as many as two million corpses in the war zone. I cannot speak on behalf of frontline soldiers, but the diseases caused by so many corpses will most likely end the defenders of the Western Front. It only takes a few months. …Even if they win the war thereafter, it will be

Victory was celebrated on a morgue. "

The council fell silent, and Jarvedo was content to let that idea immerse himself around the round table for a moment.

He could hear the scratching of the clerk behind him, the only voice in this quiet hall.

"I am not raising this issue here to discuss who will arrange it."

The Prime Minister of the Empire whispered.

"These people are not soldiers, nor insurgents, nor criminals to be punished-no matter what crimes we imagine they will commit."

He sighed, closed his eyes, and leaned his forehead against the metal of the scepter.

"The people I'm talking about are no different from the people sitting at this round table... They don't know anything about what is about to come, but are afraid of it. They are here, like countless people before, snuggling. By our Queen and Father—because, even if there are so many things

Difficult, only it makes me feel safe. "

Everyone bowed their heads, the Minister of Finance moved around nervously, and Nutans was fascinated by the lines on the back of his hand.

Jarvedo looked up at the observation gallery overlooking the parliament hall, and noticed the three towering figures there, standing in the shadows like silent observers.

It is a statue of the three sage emperors of the Benedict Empire, part of a small amount of relics rescued from Cusconar.

"Be careful not to forget why this council exists, my friends."

He sighed:

"This is not what it used to be. The final day is coming. I must do my duty faithfully."

"Admittedly, I very much agree with the Prime Minister's words."

Nutans was the first to speak and broke the silence.

He stood up, put his hands on the round table, lowered his voice, and said:

"I have a proposal, and it's not a proposal, a plan, about refugees."

"Speaking."

"Marshal Yushkin once told me that most of those refugees were young men and women, all under the age of 30. He felt that instead of wasting these manpower, it would be better to use them as part of the resistance against Ouke. Most of them are more than the residents of other parts of the empire

Hate Ok. "

"what do you mean…"

The Minister of Finance straightened up, his tone erratic.

"Expansion?"

"Yes, I suggest that all the young and middle-aged refugees should be incorporated into the garrison of the Western Front Barrier, and a new field army should be formed. Only in this way can we have a chance to regain our homeland."

"No no no no…"

The Minister of Finance immediately shook his head like a rattle.

"The empire's finances are on the verge of collapse. We can't afford such a huge expenditure. Let alone equipment, how to supply so much food."

"Marshal Yushkin's suggestion is that he wants some soldiers to engage in production-construction of the Corps. This is the concept he put forward."

"This…"

All the ministers and ministers looked at each other.

"Where is the land?"

"A lot of the land near the western barrier is deserted because of fear of greenskin intrusion..."

"But many of those belong to nobles."

"Since it's barren, then I think it should be used. In such an extraordinary period, isn't it?"

Nutans looked at the noble representative, who coughed a few times without responding.

"There has never been such a precedent in the empire. It is simply..."

The Minister of Culture paused, then carefully said those two words.

"…warlord."

"Yes, sir, have you ever considered, what are the consequences of putting an armed force of millions of people in the hands of one person and letting him have logistical freedom? Where does your confidence come from?"

Faced with Jarvedo's inquiry, Nutans met his gaze boldly.

"My confidence is the knife and spear in my hand, as well as 1,645 night blades, and the vows we made."