Monday, June 1, 2026

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Chapter 357


Chapter 357

(Kyle Calendar Year 515: Age 22)

The Pride of the Imperial Nobility


Translator : PolterGlast


The Griffonia Empire, which had won battles time and time again throughout its history and constantly expanded its territory, was now being invaded from the north and south simultaneously, and conversely having its territory encroached upon. At this unprecedented crisis, the entire Empire was in an uproar. The battlefield reports flooding in from various regions at a relentless pace spread not only through the Imperial Capital Griffin but across the entirety of the Empire, throwing the local nobility everywhere into utter chaos. While they scrambled frantically to secure more accurate information, they were simultaneously plagued by bewilderment as they weighed how to position themselves amidst the rapidly shifting tide of events.

Amidst all this, in the territory of Botakley—which sat squarely on the main highway connecting the northern frontier of the Empire to the Imperial Capital Griffin and had been rapidly developing as a major trading hub of late—the crisscrossing webs of information had become completely entangled, driving the ruling lord of the land into deep confusion.

Send messengers to the north and south! Fully mobilize the Bottakuri-na Trading Company to the north and strive to gather information from various places! Ascertain not only the war situation but also what is needed as support supplies! Proceed with the mobilization of the soldiers as urgently as possible. So that we can rush as reinforcements at any time.

Viscount Kamin, who issued such instructions, was growing impatient. Because he had, no, only he had been informed of a certain piece of suspicious information.

Now that Empire territory is being invaded, why are the people in the Imperial Capital not moving? Why are the northern nobles abandoning them!

He could only let out his anger, his feelings of helplessness growing. The very northernmost frontier of the Empire territory is the Third Prince's mandate territory, but south of that, including himself, are all domains belonging to nobles of the First Prince's faction. However, the nobles other than him acted detached, as if the events in the north were someone else's problem.

Meanwhile, a messenger conveying the instructions issued by the First Prince had finally come to him.

To deal with the enemy nation invading the southern new territory, lead your forces and assemble in Griffin. From here on, the Empire will return to the correct path. Let us share the glory together.

The messenger who conveyed the First Prince's manifesto uttered words that made him doubt his ears after this.

Now is the time to show your loyalty to His Highness. Responding to this manifesto, armies for the southern expedition are now gathering from all over the Empire. Do not fall behind and incur His Highness's displeasure.

Well... first I would like to ask the envoy one thing.

What is it?

Receiving those words, the messenger answered with a clearly displeased expression. In this situation, he felt it was entirely absurd for anything other than words of compliance to come out of the other party's mouth.

You said southern expedition, but what will be done about the north? Rather, isn't the situation more serious in the north, where the Empire's inherent territory is being encroached upon?

When he heard those words, the messenger floated a cold, scornful smile.

His Highness Glorious has said this: The matter in the north is strictly a trivial matter. Do not obsess over small matters and lose sight of the great cause. I too agree with His Highness's words.

Wh-what!? You call it a trivial matter!? The ones receiving the invasion and gasping under the evil blades of the barbarians are the people of the Empire, those who will, so to speak, become His Highness's people in the future!

Viscount, you seem to be misunderstanding something. The ones currently receiving the invasion are not His Highness's people, but the people who support that man. They are practically the same as enemy soldiers.

Enemy soldiers, you say... isn't that a terrible way to put it? Even conceding a hundred steps, even if the ones receiving major damage are His Highness Grat's territory, the Count domain directly facing the border and being intruded upon by the invading army is His Highness Glorious's subordinate. In the end, you cannot say it is entirely enemy territory.

Sigh... Do not make me spell out every single detail. His Highness Glorious is thinking of a century-long grand strategy for the Empire—and when necessary, he will make use of even barbarians. Any further questioning is utterly useless!

Throwing out those words, the messenger said he was in a hurry and left. Watching the back of the departing messenger, Viscount Kamin was aware that the doubt he harbored in his heart was turning into conviction.

How utterly foolish. Does he want to fulfill his ambition even if it means selling off his motherland's territory and people piece by piece? So what the Archduke said was true...

Viscount Kamin let out a large sigh, and gazed at the bustle of the city visible from the window, and the rich mountains and fields surrounding the city.

I have a duty to carve out the future of the Botakley domain. I have the pride of an Imperial noble. Even though this land has finally begun to advance toward the future now... What on earth is the Empire? Who is the enemy? This country absolutely does not exist solely for the royal family to engage in power struggles.

Even if the camps they belong to are different, the territory of a fellow Imperial noble is being invaded; if he leaves this be, where is he supposed to show his pride as an Imperial noble?

Unfortunately, we have received absolutely no benefits from His Highness Glorious. Well, the same goes for His Highness Grat, though...

Saying so, he choked on his words. In the end, the ones who granted benefits to him and his territory were only their hateful enemies, the Westlights Demon Territory Dukedom and the Archduke. It was not only convenience for the Bottakuri-na Trading Company. The method to bring vitality to the territory by utilizing the highway, and the very existence of the Demon Territory Dukedom made traffic on the highway flourish and brought profit. The biggest thing of all was being able to reclaim the ancestral mountains and fields. By receiving a loan from an institution called the New Territory Development Public Corporation, which was said to have been devised by the Archduke himself, they were able to completely liquidate all of their debts to the high-interest merchants. The monthly repayments to the Public Corporation were also set at a conscientious interest rate, and the revenue obtained from the returned forests was enough to cover them sufficiently.

So to speak, to him, the Demon Territory Dukedom was a god of fortune, while the First Prince was a god of poverty; to put it harshly, a grim reaper inviting them to war (a place of death).

What... have I been doing all this time?

It was a word muttered with a feeling of repentance, but contrary to that, a new thought floated in his chest, and he could no longer suppress it.

I will... follow my pride as an Imperial noble! From here on, I will act according to righteousness and walk a way of life that transcends love and hate!

Viscount Kamin spat out words as if to encourage himself, and immediately began to act. There was not a shred of hesitation in his expression; rather, it is said to have been a refreshing one.

A short while later, in front of the soldiers who responded to the emergency summons, he declared.

From here on, I will move my army for the compatriots of the Empire's northern frontier who are suffering from an unjust invasion, and for our benefactors. According to information, the enemy army, which is superior in numbers, is dominant, and our allies have fallen into a predicament.

The soldiers fell completely silent and listened intently to their lord's words.

It will certainly not be an easy battle. I myself am facing it with the resolve that I can never return to this Botakley again. My men... you have served a weak, disappointing lord like me remarkably well until now. Having come this far, I have no way to properly reward you, but at the very least, I want the decision of whether or not to march to be entirely up to your own free will. Consider this... the absolute bare minimum of gratitude I can offer you.

Saying so, the Viscount faced the soldiers and bowed his head deeply. For a noble, a glorious Imperial noble, to bow his head to soldiers composed mainly of commoners, is something that is practically impossible, and yet...

Half a day from now, we will set our army in motion, marching northward up the highway. Only those who are willing to follow someone like me, assemble at the Roadside Station newly established in the northern part of our territory! Now, we march!

「「「「Ooh!」」」」

Bowing silently to the soldiers responding with loud cheers, Viscount Kamin immediately straddled his horse and began moving to the northern Roadside Station. Taking along the many soldiers following him...

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