Wednesday, June 24, 2026

[WN] Jitsuwa 3-Domedatta : Special 3


Volume 4 Release Commemoration Special Chapter:

Another Battlefield Lurking Malice


Translator : PolterGlast


The solemn funeral convoy carrying the mortal remains of Gale did not linger inside Kusanagi, but steadily proceeded onward along its trajectory. Alexis had meticulously considered the logistics to ensure he would be cremated within the borders of Termira—in the ancestral land of the Kingdom of Kyle, which was his true homeland—at least so that his wife and young daughters could watch over his final rest. It was a profound, deeply protective manifestation of the young commander's enduring respect.

After seeing off the funeral procession past the gates, Yuka turned back to address Raymond.

Now then, I too shall personally depart for the primary checkpoint down the highway from here on, and take direct command of everyone at our reception office to oversee the arrays.

Yuka-sama, I implore you, please maintain absolute vigilance and safeguard your person.

Yes, Yuka-sama! As for my duties, I will immediately head towards the temporary refugee camps and get the housing arrays and preparations for acceptance ready there, Chrisia added with a supportive nod.

Understood, Raymond-sama. And thank you, Chrisia-san, Yuka responded, gracefully executing a smooth military pivot to mount her warhorse, and driving her boots to lead her escort out from Kusanagi.

The high command had finalized an absolute directive to receive the ten-thousand people of the Istoria Orthodox Theocracy refugees not directly at Kusanagi, but strictly at the border checkpoint established earlier on the primary highway, intentionally choosing to halt their footsteps before they could breach the main city lines. This structural deployment was anchored by two specific reasons:

·         First, the raw metropolitan infrastructure of Kusanagi was currently stretched so catastrophically thin that, even temporarily, packing an uncoordinated mass of 10,000 people directly into the city center would be unreasonable and physically plunge the grid into absolute chaos.

·         Second, considering the intense, mourning atmosphere following Gale's funeral procession, they must not permit a massive wave of foreign outcasts to immediately flood the streets and receive the volatile, burning hostility of the grieving original territory residents, which would inevitably trigger something untoward to happen.

That would completely and wretchedly ruin the sacred sacrifice Gale-san executed, risking his life to protect these people. We must just fight through our own battlefield to absolute perfection.

On horseback, Yuka thought to herself, forcefully whipping her mind into an ironclad focus as she scolded herself. Sweeping behind her were the twenty veteran cavalrymen Raymond had personally arranged to serve as her iron wall.

To ensure the success of this monumental humanitarian operation, Captain Claire had meticulously summoned a formidable reinforcement unit of 300 highly expert administrative personnel from the reception office staff across the Demon Territory Dukedom domain she had raised with great care, sending them straight to Kusanagi's jurisdiction. Consequently, combining their strength alongside the originally assigned local city staff, a massive force of 500 professional processing agents had been successfully accumulated—out of which 220 elite specialists were gathered directly at the highway checkpoint. However, because this campaign had evolved into an absolute, all-out war requiring the deployment of an expeditionary force to the southern front, the commander-class officers of the reception office—namely Isla, Crawla, and Laila—were also currently marching and serving in the active military warzones this time. As a direct consequence, the checkpoint lines completely lacked an expert officer to stand above them and take overall macro-command over the entire grid.

I extend my deepest apologies for keeping you waiting with a delayed arrival, everyone! Tell me, how are the current preparations and configuration of our processing lines? Yuka called out the exact second her warhorse cleared the checkpoint barracks.

Yes, Yuka-sama! an authoritative voice rang back instantly. The twenty specialists forming our core command structure have successfully pounded all information and upcoming projected plans directly into their heads. Prior to the arrival of the guests (refugees), ten of our elite handlers will rapidly disperse to convey the content of the strategic orientation to the staff they are respectively in charge of. The remaining ten will be permanently deployed around Yuka-sama to flawlessly handle various transmissions and manage your executive commands!

Magnificent, as expected of Camilla-san! It is flawless perfection. I can see why Yortia-san affectionately revered and relied on you, calling you her 'big sister'. I look forward to working with you, and humbly place the success of this front into your hands.

Saying so, Yuka let her mind trace the fascinating, resilient trajectory of her background. Years prior, inside the treacherous underworld of the Teigoon brothels, Camilla had operated with a fiercely protective, big-sister disposition, uniquely doting on and taking care of the young maiden 'Yoru' (Yortia) in various ways. Following the war, receiving a passionate recommendation from Yortia herself, she had successfully taken up the post to serve as the chief administrator of the newly established entertainment sectors within Ishtar. Afterwards, blessed with a magnificent marriage, she permanently washed her hands of the night world to stay close to her husband as a devoted wife, while proudly applying for and being hired as a staff member at the newly established reception office in Termira. Having started working at the administration, her natural capability distinguished her within a mere six months, and this time, acting under Captain Claire's instructions, she had come to Kusanagi leading the dispatched vanguard detachment from Termira.

That's right…… across an administrative reception office composed exclusively of highly independent, strong-willed women, coordinating and steering their ranks is her exact specialty.

Thinking so, Yuka smiled at her anew with a radiant, gentle warmth as she drove her proposal home.

Camilla-san, regarding the immense gravity of this upcoming processing response, could I humbly request that you officially assume the mantle and assist as Vice-Commander?

Eh? But Yuka-sama, I am still…… nothing more than a fresh newcomer who hasn't even been at the reception office for a year…… is it really tactically alright to entrust a high command to my un-tested caliber?

Yes, that doesn't matter at all. An individual who can stand at the absolute apex of leadership is the exact same regardless of what place they go to. I implore you, please lend me your hand.

Gracing her with a profoundly gentle smile, Yuka felt an immense wave of satisfaction, knowing she had successfully secured a terrifyingly reliable right arm to lock down her flank.

Around that exact same moment, Lars, leading the precise allocation of the one thousand shield titans together with the Holy Shrine-Maiden Sior, was aggressively driving the massive refugee convoy ahead, desperately hurrying to reach Kusanagi. The collective marching pace of the party, heavily saturated with frail elders, defenseless women, and children, was structurally slow. To aggressively break through this limitation, they put those with the slowest walking paces onto the horse-drawn supply wagons Alexis had arranged on the way, forcefully accelerating the march's overall speed.

Listen to me, everyone! Kusanagi is almost here, right over the next horizon! Tonight, although temporary, proper beds and hot meals are meticulously prepared to receive you! Do your best and push forward until there! Those who can no longer walk, or are injured, please do not hesitate to call out your distress to the surrounding soldiers!

Riding on horseback and spurring his mount to move through the column many times, Lars went around calling out to them, relentlessly injecting courage into their hearts.

Originally, he desperately needed to deliver them to Kusanagi even a little earlier, allowing his accompanying 1,000 troops to immediately execute a full-speed pivot and return to the Third Army. Although he maintained a flawless mask of composure on the surface, his soul was ruthlessly driven by a suffocating sense of impatience.

Because our vanguard forces are already at a catastrophic, overwhelming disadvantage in terms of soldier numbers……

As he was thinking so, his vision locked onto the figure of a young boy taking his mother's hand and advancing forward across the road.

Hey kid! Is your mother okay? You can easily get a ride packed onto a wagon if necessary, you know? Lars called out, easing his mount down to ride parallel to their steps.

The boy spoken to whispered a soft confirmation with the woman thought to be his mother, and although he silently and solemnly bowed his head, they chose to maintain their steps on foot, seemingly having no such request in particular to accept his hospitality.

So he's managed to cheer up and regain a little focus, has he……? Well…… because he ultimately ended up bearing a torturous shackle far too heavy for a child……

After the exact moment his blade stabbed Gale, the boy, realizing his own horrific sin, had become utterly distraught and his psyche shattered into a state of pure confusion and madness. Lars, acting on the fallen Gale's absolute dying wish, had continuously cared for the boy, dedicating his strength to soothe his panic and striving to calm him down many times afterwards. Because he had been glued directly by Gale's side during the melee, his veteran intellect fully understood the structural circumstances and variables at that time.

That nightmare was an unfortunate, cruel accident. In the first place, it's an impossible story under raw physical laws for a child's arm to pierce through specialized armor forged from monster skin. It invited such a fatal result strictly because the weight and dense momentum of several people violently leaning and slamming into his back simultaneously focused straight onto the dagger……

In that logical sense, although he couldn't confirm who they were in the swirling confusion at the time, the adult provocateurs who deliberately and simultaneously attacked Gale were the true perpetrators harboring genuine, sickening guilt. However, those cowards smoothly disappeared into the chaotic panic, leaving it physically impossible to verify who they were at this point.

The grown adults commit the atrocities and vanish into thin air, letting a defenseless child bear the absolute weight of the sin…… it's thoroughly unbearable and sickening.

To break the boy out of his self-reproach, Lars repeatedly admonished him that it was an unfortunate accident, hammering home the truth that with the boy's mere strength he couldn't have pierced the armor, and he continued to track and care for him, calling out to him at every opportunity. Perhaps thanks to those tireless efforts, the boy had successfully emerged from his madness, though he had almost completely stopped speaking words. Merely saying, I will apologize to that person's family, and I wish to atone for it by consecrating and risking my life from now on , it felt precisely as though that singular, grim purpose was the absolute reason he was following along and continuing to draw breath.

In the midst of that, across the processing train, there were substantial numbers of adult men who stepped forward to present various requests—claiming to have sprained their ankles, or that their dormant old wounds ached so they could no longer walk—and they successfully secured slots to be put onto the wagons.

Rattling and groaning, the horse-drawn wagons finally cleared the dirt trails and became a remarkably decent, comfortable ride after entering the high-quality primary highway and proceeding on the well-maintained road.

Hmph, it finally became a piece of decent infrastructure. Up until now across those wretched back-roads, it was a state where you'd bite your own tongue off even if you tried to talk……

One of the adult men who had fumbled through a medical pretext to board the wagon began to speak, dropping into a remarkably low, chilling voice.

Yeah, but even so we are incredibly lucky. This too is a magnificent testament to the sacred will of God Ishtar, isn't it.

Exactly, without a doubt. So, what do we do from here on?

The first stage of our strategy wretchedly failed by that domestic rebellion. Then we simply transition and move to the second stage. The absolute second we enter their city, we will locate and set fire to their primary food storehouses. Since their administration is already harboring a suffocating, massive number of refugees, and that will newly increase by 10,000 souls tomorrow, they will have absolutely no leeway or luxury to send a single grain of food to the front lines once the supplies are burned to ashes.

Hahaha! Which implies that the march by the 'Apostles of God' is still actively continuing forward. Without the outcasts themselves even knowing.

These hidden entities were exactly the ones who, receiving Azel's secret orders, had meticulously embedded and mingled among the defenseless refugees.

The man who raised the low, cold laugh was none other than the armed provocateur who had forcefully pulled out his fake family to the front row amidst the Shield of Gaia lines. This man, to break the situation, violently pushed the woman he had curried favor with and called his makeshift 'wife' straight into the large steel shields together with his comrades. He had surgically executed that disgusting act thinking that if he could severely injure her before the crowd, it would be possible to incite a towering wave of hatred and toxic hostility across the masses.

However, the situation dynamically rolled into a vastly more fortunate direction for his black heart. Seeing the civilian woman faint after hitting her head and collapsing against the steel corner of the shield, her fake, deluded 'son' violently erupted into madness, and holding a concealed dagger he originally shouldn't possess, he desperately attacked one of the defending generals.

We must not let a golden opportunity of this magnitude escape!

Thinking so, the hidden operatives had pounced all at once, violently slammed their combined mass into the boy's back to push him down, simultaneously clamped their hidden fingers tightly over the hilt of that dagger, and deeply drove the steel straight through the enemy commander's vitals.

Fufufu, it was an incredibly magnificent surprise that the fool turned out to be the Supreme Commander of their enemy front line, but we should probably execute a big job once more. The absolute second we enter the city, we will surgically lock onto another of their commander-class officers and offer his head up as a blood sacrifice.

Right…… if that happens, this time their local garrison will surely go mad with towering anger and ruthlessly massacre all 10,000 of the refugees. And with that bloodbath finalized, our fanatical countrymen will…… be called to God in the truest sense, transformed into a sacred sacrifice to become the absolute sustenance for our ultimate victory.

Taking advantage of the ensuing chaos of the mass execution, we will systematically set fire to the city and burn all their food infrastructure to cinders. Listen, men—until the match is struck, we are strictly pitiful, innocent refugees who were blown the falsehoods preached by the church and thoroughly believed them. Don't dare forget your lines.

Yeah, understood. May the dark grace of the Dark Clan be with us…… for the glory of our master, and to extract absolute vengeance for Serpens-sama, who struck His Excellency and fell in regret as well……

These hidden monsters were exactly the absolute final survivors of the Dark Clan that Azel had historically taken root deep within the infrastructure of the Istoria Imperial Kingdom, and which his successor Serpens had subsequently taken over. Trapped on the opposite side of the board, there was absolutely no way Lars and his veteran riders would know of their toxic schemes and conspiracy. Fulfilling their sacred duties to protect the surrendered refugees they sheltered, they maintained their hurried march, unaware of the profound irony that they were personally bringing them along straight toward the throat of Kusanagi. Accompanied by a pack of venomous wolves who would bring explosive turmoil……

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