Tuesday, June 23, 2026

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Special 2


Volume 4 Release Commemoration Special Chapter:

Another Battlefield Tearful Funeral


Translator : PolterGlast


The new fortress city of Kusanagi, meticulously constructed by the Westlights Demon Territory Dukedom within the boundaries of the newly ceded Empire territory, was continuously and aggressively expanding to soon transform into the single greatest city across the entire domain. From the absolute beginning of its architectural development, this city had been structurally engineered to function as the primary defensive lynchpin protecting the new territories. Yet, because the high command concurrently expected the city to anchor their logistics and serve as the absolute administrative capital to govern the vast frontier, the town-planning vectors had been given a remarkable, generous margin of space, securing a colossal tract of land to fulfill that destiny.

That was the plan, at least…… But currently, the swarming sea of common refugees who had violently fled the relentless devastation of war across various sectors of the Empire to seek asylum inside Kusanagi had long since shattered past the threshold of one hundred thousand souls. Worse, that staggering number was continuously multiplying with every passing day. While the administrative bureaus were utilizing Kusanagi strictly as a processing conduit, frantically redistributing the influx across the frontier pioneer settlements dotting the Izumo district and stretching as far as the distant sanctuary of Termira, the raw reality remained absolute: the streets of the city were completely, utterly overflowing with people.

And it was right within the absolute center of this metropolitan frenzy—inside the central administrative headquarters, an institutional grid that currently mirrored an active warzone as personnel labored through a non-stop, exhausting crisis—that a fast-riding herald violently breached the doors.

Reporting! A critical request has just arrived from General Commander Alexis! He is currently shepherding a brand-new, massive convoy of nearly ten thousand common refugees toward our gates, and has issued an absolute directive commanding our bureaus to execute an immediate reception to process their entry!

「「 T—Ten thousand people……?! 」」

Fufufu…… I see……

Confronted by the sheer weight of the report, two of the high officials anchoring the central desk froze into absolute stone out of surprise, while the third merely let out a warm, thoroughly pleasant chuckle. Even if it were a highly disciplined, unified military force for the current Kusanagi, forcing a fanned-out mass of ten thousand uneducated commoners to violently slam into the gates all at once would mathematically plunge the entire city infrastructure into absolute, chaotic disarray.

Occupying the innermost chamber of this administrative maze—the Office of the Secretary of Internal Affairs, the absolute highest executive bureau governing the home front—these three individuals had assumed the collective mantle of Supreme Commanders to steer the home defense. Across their individual desks, towering mountains of various tactical reports and un-finalized documents were aggressively accumulated, waiting for a signature.

We must initiate our counter-measures immediately. Tell me: what is the projected timeline of their arrival?

Report! Currently, the procession is being steered under the temporary command of Captain Lars, and according to our scouts, their vanguard will likely breach our outer perimeter by tomorrow morning at the absolute latest……

Then it appears the window required to finalize our reception is exceptionally tight. We must move with absolute speed.

Shedding every trace of his relaxed smile, Raymond, the Secretary of Internal Affairs, turned his gaze to look directly into the anxious countenances of the two beautiful maidens standing before his desk—Lady Yuka and Lady Chrisia.

Allow me to speak with absolute, unvarnished candor, ladies: a tightly packed, unified unit of ten thousand common refugees traveling from that specific sector can only mean one thing—they are the people of the Istoria Orthodox Theocracy. The very fact that they are being guided under the direct leadership of Captain Lars, who operates as a premier officer under Lord Gail's banner, drives the point home. I believe both of your brilliant minds possess the clarity to comprehend the true strategic weight of this……

The exact second his words resonated through the room, the two maidens felt a sudden realization wallop their hearts, a wave of deep crimson consuming their features as they privately felt a burning shame for having allowed temporary panic to blind their intellects. This massive influx of ten thousand souls wasn't a logistical catastrophe; it was the absolute, undeniable product of a monumental battlefield victory. It meant their frontline forces had successfully outmaneuvered the enemy, wrenching an entire population of exploited human shields straight out of the jaws of destruction.

Our General Commander and Lord Gail have successfully safeguarded the sacred honor of Takuhir-sama to the end. If our office fails to explode into pure celebration at a triumph of this magnitude, what right do we have to steer this place?

Indeed, Raymond had meticulously ensured that every single shift of the frontline chess board was immediately broadcast back to their desks. They understood with absolute precision that in the catastrophic event that their vanguard divisions fractured, their office was under strict, binding orders to pull back their lines, transforming the walls of Kusanagi into the absolute final front line of the entire warzone.

You are entirely correct, Sir Raymond. I have exposed a thoroughly unsightly, weak-willed display before your eyes.

Indeed, sister! If I continue to fumble through such panic, I shall be completely laughed out of the room by Alexis-sama when he returns.

Washing the hesitation from their features, the two sisters bowed their heads toward the Secretary, their hearts steeled anew.

Well…… you can hardly torture your minds over a brief moment of anxiety. To speak with absolute candor, the sheer volume of labor walloping our desks over the past month vastly eclipses any historical crisis I have navigated across my entire career. Just a short while ago, we were forced to execute a sweeping processing to absorb the massive influx of citizens fleeing Lorelei, while concurrently managing the medical reception of nearly two thousand wounded soldiers from both forces all at once……

The parameters of the battlefields were shifting with terrifying velocity; as the active borders of the warzone violently expanded, the volume of humanity breaking through their gates altered on a revolving matrix. There were countless instances where a complex strategic blueprint hammered out at the absolute dawn of the morning was rendered a completely useless piece of paper by the exact fraction of a second the clock touched noon.

Had Raymond been forced to navigate this nightmare without the flawless, highly sophisticated administrative support of these two brilliant maidens, his own physical vessel would have undoubtedly collapsed long ago. Yet, looking across the board, every single soul in the room understood a sacred truth: compared to the bone-shattering hardships and terrifying risks borne by the warriors currently risking their lives on the deadly front lines, the exhaustion of their desks did not amount to a single drop of water in the ocean. It was driven strictly by that profound, shared devotion that the three of them had spent consecutive weeks aggressively shaving away their final drops of stamina, working through the night without a single moment of respite as fatigue saturated their bones.

Raymond’s words had casually turned their focus back to the absolute beginning of the war—vividly reminding them precisely why they had chosen to permanently remain behind to anchor the walls of Kusanagi.

At the absolute dawn of the campaign, both maidens had passionately desired to march onto the field, steeled by the singular purpose of fighting shoulder-to-shoulder beside their respective husbands. Yet, each had been met with a remarkably gentle, unyielding refusal from their loved ones, both men choosing to entrust them with a monumental, sacred mission upon the home front instead.

Yuka, I'm really happy for your feelings, and I know about your defending the city by leading the people of the Gorman domain during the internal conflict, and your active participation in Kleirat. So this time, I want to ask you for something only you can do.

Takuhir had looked into her eyes, passionately requesting her personal administrative brawn to spearhead the absolute most critical, hazardous vertex of their strategic retreat doctrine: the processing, organization, and humanitarian containment of the monumental mountains of common refugees slated to inundate their borders.

Saying so, Takuhir asked for her assistance regarding the vital point of the strategic retreat operation, dealing with the massive number of refugees generated when executing it. Claire, who had been supervising the reception office, is supporting Miseri in Termira in the rear together with Anne, preparing for childbirth. During that time, only Yuka could take the vanguard command regarding the acceptance of refugees at the reception office.

And besides, in the unlikely event that our frontline walls fracture and this campaign dissolves into a prolonged siege, our home defense will aggressively require your brilliance to personally command our modernized crossbow divisions to shatter their breaches from the battlements…… remember, Kusanagi stand as our absolute final fortress. You are our last line of defense.

Confronted by the unyielding weight of her husband's trust, Yuka had forcefully suppressed her personal longing to ride by his side, choosing to permanently remain behind to anchor the final bastion.

Chrisia, the single, absolute reason our vanguard divisions can throw themselves into the front lines with absolute peace of mind is because our rearguard logistics are maintained in a state of flawless, ironclad stability, completely devoid of anxiety. The raw administrative genius of the Secretary of Internal Affairs is a thing of legend. But…… the number of baseline bureaucrats capable of executing his advanced, modernized frameworks is catastrophically limited right now. You personally commanded the entire internal civil administration of the Solis Countdom across long, grueling years. I implore you, for the sake of the warriors fighting to the death on the front lines…… step forward and support the Secretary of Internal Affairs.

Exactly as her husband calculated, the raw gravity of this civil war was slated to violently drag countless thousands of Empire citizens into its vortex. A logistics grid could not endure if an administration focused strictly on the soldiers; a bureau must meticulously configure and balance the food supplies, grain chains, and basic survival implements of the surrounding dependencies before a single sword could be drawn with safety.

In truth, Miseri and her specialized networks were currently moving like a whirlwind across the old domains of the Kyle Kingdom side of the Demon Territory Dukedom and the entire Kyle Kingdom, aggressively siphoning off every single scrap of food, grain, and materials from every prosperous province across the realm. Packed to absolute bursting with these vital supplies, a colossal, endless armada of transport convoys was relentlessly traversing the high-quality primary highways, moving from Burg through Termira to flood straight into the gates of Kusanagi on a non-stop matrix. Managing the sheer scale of that storage grid alone would have caused a standard medieval bureaucrat's mind to instantaneously fracture.

And above all else…… the exact fraction of a second a battle concludes, the frontline commanders are slated to dispatch a massive wave of heavily wounded soldiers straight back to Kusanagi. As a master Holy Mage contract-dispensed to wield the supreme miracles of healing, I need your divine hands. While the rest of us are structurally forced to step onto the path of slaughter to claim lives, help us balance the ledger of our sins by wrenching every single living soul out of the jaws of death. Lend me your hands, Chrisia.

Confronted by that beautiful, heart-wrenching appeal from her husband, Chrisia had no choice but to grant her total consent, remaining behind to anchor the medical grids.

Um…… there is one more announcement……

The herald, who had politely held his tongue to respect their exchange, stepped forward. His countenance was lined with an immense, suffocating gravity as his lips forced themselves to deliver the definitive obituary—detailing the sudden, tragic demise of the single most cherished, foundational comrade Takuhir prided across his entire existence.

Such a thing! Why…… Guh……!

The exact split-second the news resonated through the chamber, Raymond, a man widely renowned for his absolute, unshakeable composure and chillingly calm intellect, violently stood up, his hands trembling with unbridled emotion as his fingers clamped down, crumpling the documents on his desk. Yuka and Chrisia instantaneously buried their faces within their hands, their bodies shaking uncontrollably as a wave of profound, paralyzing shock completely locked their lips in silent horror.

Gail was far more than a high commander; he was one of the absolute most irreplaceable pillars who had sustained Takuhir's path since the days of his obscurities. He was the unyielding titan whom the Sovereign had personally entrusted to govern his absolute sanctuary—the core domains of the former Frontier Knights and the Demon Territory Count. To have that foundational bedrock violently ripped out from beneath their realm delivered a catastrophic, bone-crushing sense of loss to the souls of all three administrators.

What about the notification to his wife?

Raymond forced the question through a tight throat, his features masked by a deep, mourning solemnity.

Report, Sire! A separate courier is already running and galloping at full-speed toward Aegis. We plan to welcome them to Termira.

Is that so…… Then let us arrange so we can see Lord Gail off with the utmost courtesy when his remains pass through Kusanagi. Concurrently, I will also send a messenger to Miseri-san.

Beholding the sight of Raymond desperately exerting every ounce of his mental willpower to force his posture into a baseline of ironclad administrative composure, Yuka lifted her tear-lined face from her hands.

Raymond-sama, on behalf of Takuhir-sama, I shall personally write the official letter to be delivered to his lady wife. Because he always did so for the families of fallen soldiers…… I shall preserve his custom.

That is right…… please do. Because of the circumstances, the personnel at the reception office who will handle the acceptance of the people after this, and the people being led here, will also need escorts. In two meanings……

Yes, even though they are people who surrendered and returned as peaceful dependents, looking at the raw calculations of the front, their procession had indirectly, physically caused the destruction of their beloved general. The moment their footprints graced the streets, they stood as a massive, volatile lightning rod for the unbridled rage and toxic vengeance of the local populace. And worse…… there remained a distinct certainty that a cluster of dangerous individuals and deep-cover enemy infiltrators lay hidden deep within their ranks.

Yes, I shall personally stand at the vanguard and command everyone at the reception office. I have been thoroughly, brutally drilled in the arts of personal self-defense into my bones by the Commander over the years. And besides…… if it's bows and arrows, my wind magic possesses more than enough proficiency to violently deflect them……

It's too dangerous! The protest instantly rose within Raymond's mind, but looking into Yuka’s eyes, he had no choice but to give up. Because she, as if having decided something, stared at him with eyes harboring unwavering intent—the look of a warrior maiden whose resolve was absolute.

Please absolutely do not push yourself too hard, I ask only that. Also, I will attach escorts from the soldiers stationed in Kusanagi as well.

Delivering his final administrative adjustments, the three leaders shifted to their respective responses to do what must be done.

The next day, the horse-drawn wagon carrying Gail's remains passed through the city of Kusanagi. Although the cause of death was not conveyed, Gail's great achievement of protecting the people of the enemy nation without killing a single one—a legendary feat where a general had boldly chosen to sacrifice his very life to ensure not a single soul was deleted from the earth—was widely conveyed, and many of the people in the city of Kusanagi participated in seeing him off to mourn his death.

Following the horse-drawn wagon carrying his coffin, a secondary wagon carrying his favored weapons and armor proceeded slowly down the main street, which was swept clean without a single speck of dust.

Raise the black flag! Express condolences and present swords to our hero, Baron Solidia von Gail!

When the members of the security force and vigilante corps lined up in the front row drew their swords all at once at Raymond's instructions, they raised their swords high before their eyes to salute the passing of a titan and saw the funeral procession off.

It was at that exact, quiet juncture. A single young girl stepped forward and offered a flower to the wagon carrying his weapons and armor. This was guided by a soldier acting on Raymond's intentions, to the young girl who had prepared a flower and was seeing the funeral procession off. Beholding the sight, the people who had voluntarily prepared flowers began to offer flowers to the wagon all at once, cascading a monumental mountain of fresh flowers to completely submerge his weapons.

Boss…… BOSS ーーー !!!

The rough quarry-laborers who knew him, the common shoveler-hands who knew his character well, shouted the appellation Gail liked most while alive, their faces drenched in an endless torrent of tears as they saw him off.

Apostle of God, Divine Messenger Gail-sama…… thank you so much for our compatriots. Together with Ishtar-sama…… we swear to praise that glory forever.

The conspicuous ones were those hailing from the Istoria Imperial Kingdom, who prostrated themselves on the earth rubbing their foreheads against the ground, each stating words of gratitude to Gail in small voices and seeing him off.

Gail-san…… you are a bad person…… Takuhir-sama said, no one must be missing…… I'm sorry…… Thank you, truly, truly…… so much.

Saying so, Yuka tearfully offered flowers to Gail's coffin together with Chrisia. As a fellow Wind Mage, Yuka had also asked Gail for teachings in the past. When she first underwent demonic training in Teigoon, when Gail participated in the magical combat training course at the academy in the Royal Capital, and even when the Magic Knights were formed, Gail unsparingly gave her advice. Together with those precious memories, she saw Gail off.

Our battle also really starts from here! To ensure that when we meet again, I won't be laughed at by Gail-san, I will definitely show that I can accomplish it!

Anchored by that fierce, burning resolve, Yuka saw him off. And…… their battle also, after this, would become even more fierce and raise its curtain.

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