Chapter 244 – Final Operation
I explained to Glinda in detail what happened in the dream.
Of course, I left out the part about kissing Mimir at the end because it could sound like a lolicon.
Anyway, after I confessed everything, Glinda said with a curious look on her face.
“You had a similar experience to me, Kaldrashu.”
“Yes? What is that…”
“I also met my ancestor in a dream right before I ascended to the 8th rank.”
As Glinda said, he explained what he had experienced in the past.
“My ancestor has a very similar appearance to me. No, in this case, would it be correct to say that I resemble my ancestor?”
In addition, Glinda’s description of Dreamland was consistent with what I had seen and heard.
Unlike reality, the World Tree with white flowers and the spring protected by Mimir, Mimisbrunn.
After doing cross-verification like this, I was convinced that I wasn’t dreaming.
“It’s amazing. I never thought anyone other than me would have the same experience.”
“Then why did I suddenly become smarter…”
“Maybe it’s because I drank Mimisbrunn’s spring water in my dream.”
If you think about it, Mimir said.
It’s been 700 years since anyone last entered Dreamland.
According to what I heard before, after Mimir, the only person to achieve level 8 or higher is Glinda…
“How old are you, this elf?”
‘If that’s true, the effect of spring water is good.’
At that moment, Glinda’s face stiffened.
“Yes? What did you just say?”
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
My true feelings were coming out without me knowing, so I tried to quickly blurt out what I was saying, but looking at Glinda’s sharp eyes, it was already spilled.
“I know I’ve said this before, but making fun of an older person based on their age is truly petty, isn’t it? I’m not doing this because I’m older, but for the sake of Mr. Kaldrassh’s interpersonal relationships…”
“Yes… Yes…”
In the end, since she was guilty, I had no choice but to listen to her speech for a while until her anger subsided.
***
A few days after that,
Crash!
“…Finally, completed.”
I got up from my chair and trembled with emotion as I looked down at the magic formula for the improved Char Bomba that had finally been completed.
It was originally very powerful, but after the improvement, it had an explosive power that was 10 times more powerful than that of the existing Fat Man, so the middle level, the 7th level, was omitted, and it became an 8th level magic, one level higher.
Of course, this is only theoretical, so I don’t know what it will look like in practice, but I can say that it is the strongest spell I’ve created.
At that time, Glinda, who had briefly gone outside the barracks to fetch lunch, returned with good timing.
“Why are you standing like that?”
Glinda looked at me and tilted her head, but then she saw the paper in my hand and a smile appeared on her face.
“It’s finally finished!”
Come on!
“It’s all thanks to Glinda’s help.”
Glinda, who was happy as if it were her own, and we, who were embracing each other and sharing joy, came to our senses too late and parted ways.
“Hmm, anyway, congratulations. With this, Mr. Kaldrashu can also call himself an 8th rank mage.”
“Yes, it finally feels real.”
“I was like that too, after I reached the 8th rank, until I came up with Meteor Strike. Octa spells are not as easy to make as you might think.”
“Anyway, everything is ready.”
“You mean the final operation you mentioned last time?”
“Yes. I thought I needed at least 8th rank magic to block Gungnir’s blow.”
I already learned from the last battle that Gungnir can be recharged in advance.
In that case, if you block it just once the first time, it’s like saying you’re helpless until you recharge it.
“So we will end this war in the next battle.”
I said that and smiled confidently.
***
The shorter the war, the better.
This is an eternal law handed down since ancient times.
As the war goes on, supply becomes more important, and if there is a disruption in supply, the morale of the soldiers decreases.
In that sense, it was like a thorn in the eye of Mayer Griffith that the beastman warriors remaining in the forest were engaging in guerrilla warfare and interfering with the supply of food for the 20,000 troops.
Unexpectedly long battle, low morale, and supply issues.
Meyer Griffith, who boasted in front of the Senate, which was opposed to the war, that he would be able to advance to the center of the Doom Land in a month and increase the country’s territory to more than twice its current size, despaired at the gap between the very different reality and ideal.
‘Where did it all go wrong?’
Everything was perfect.
Support from the people, strong soldiers, and even the strategic weapon Gungnir.
However, the war that was thought to be easy was already stranded for nearly two weeks at Desmond Plain, where the first battle took place.
‘I didn’t think the demons would be this desperate.’
It’s definitely not without damage.
In fact, the damage to the demons would be much greater than the damage to our allies, but for some reason, they had no intention of backing down.
‘If we continue like this, we will slowly wither and die.’
It would be better to launch an all-out war before that happens.
After much deliberation, Mayer made that decision and gave an order to her secretary next to her.
“Inform the entire army. There will be an all-out attack at 7 o’clock tomorrow morning.”
“… Yes!”
***
Waaaaa!!
A loud roar echoes from the battlefield on the other side.
Elven Wood, which had remained silent since the last battle, appeared for the first time in about 10 days.
Thanks to that, I woke up, combed my messy hair and put on a green robe.
“Those bastards have no morals.”
Of course, there are no rules in war, so it’s just a complaint, but honestly, it was a bit unfortunate that my sleep was interrupted.
After quickly getting ready, I headed to the conference barracks, where the meeting place was, and there were demon king army executives and dwarves sitting on chairs, looking as disheveled as me.
I guess I came last.
“I’m sorry.”
After saying that while looking at others, I quickly went to my seat and sat down.
When all attendees gathered, a strategy meeting was held under the leadership of Ozma, the new Demon King.
“Then everyone, if you have any good opinions, please share them.”
As Ozma cheered up the conversation by saying that, the people attending the meeting began to look at each other.
Since I had just woken up, I didn’t seem to think much of it.
I wasn’t expecting an extraordinary strategy, but is this okay? Allied forces.
At that time, De Berg, who was sitting at the head of the table, raised his short arm and said.
“Please speak up.”
When Ozma nodded his head and gave permission, De Verg cleared his throat and said, “Hmm.”
“This is just my personal opinion, but it seems like the victory has already leaned towards Elven Wood, so why not just surrender quietly instead of losing your strength?”
The moment he said that, the executives of the Demon King’s Army all jumped out of their seats and stood up.
“You traitorous bastard!”
“I recognized it a long time ago because of the sneaky top removal!”
“How dare you talk about surrender without even fighting?!”
De Berg, embarrassed by the insults coming from all sides, defended himself.
“Well, that’s my personal opinion…”
However, Deberg’s words seem to have sounded like a provocation to the executives of the Demon King’s Army, who were in a mourning mood because the Demon King had passed away.
“Quiet!”
In the end, when Walter, who was inferior, loudly silenced the king, the executives of the Demon King’s Army fell silent with sullen faces.
“What are you all doing now? If we treat the king of an ally with an equal status as ours like that, what kind of country will ally with us in the future?”
The executives of the Demon King’s Army sat down with their shoulders slumped in response to this truly irrefutable statement.
“I’m sorry. They’re usually nice guys, but they seem to have become sensitive because of the Demon King’s incident.”
“Well, that could be true. Ha. Ha. Ha.”
Unlike the last time, which was quite strong, this time Deberg broke into a cold sweat as he said that, perhaps because he felt a real threat to his life.
Walter’s intervention seemed to have cleared up the noisy atmosphere to some extent, so I, who had remained silent, calmly raised my right hand.
“Patrasche, please speak.”
After smoothly gaining the right to speak, I slightly bowed my head as a sign of gratitude to Walter and then opened his mouth.
“If you don’t mind, there is a plan I would like to propose to you.”
“What? What operation?”
“It’s nothing, I plan to hold the elves hostage and threaten them.”
Then the executives of the Demon King’s Army looked at each other’s faces and murmured.
“That’s a bit…”
“Isn’t it too cruel?”
No, fuck. They say you are the devil.
When I looked at him as if I was dumbfounded, Ozma, who was sitting at the head table, rested her chin and said.
“Let’s listen first.”
Nice assist.
I was secretly pleased with the operation briefing session, which proceeded smoothly as I had discussed in advance, and said the key word that would become the core of this war.
“I will go to Elven Wood and take hostage the World Tree, which can be said to be the heart of the enemy army.”
It is called Operation Drop-ship.
