Youjo Senki - Volume 12 - Chapter 5

[chapter] V Hard Work

DECEMBER 17, UNIFIED YEAR 1927, THE ILDOAN ROYAL CAPITAL

Not even a perfectly executed job is finished until you’re safely back home. I recall this fact while reminiscing over something I learned in my past life, back when I was a regular, lazy student living in a more peaceful world.

My class was on a field trip, and my teacher—exhausted after a day of taking care of children—was wheezing while he explained to the class that the excursion wasn’t over yet so everyone was supposed to go straight home. I remember how I had to hold back a chuckle while I watched him say this with barely any breath left.

Now, however, I have more respect for that teacher. I grimace when I realize how immature I was back then despite feeling so clever all the time.

There isn’t much to be said about such a notion going over a child’s head. I likely saw meaning only in the trip portion of the field trip. A clear mistake, as there are no one-way field trips. Though belatedly, I commend the teacher in my mind for going to such lengths to teach an important life lesson.

It’s paramount for a responsible member of society to make a quick trip home without detour so as to avoid any unnecessary injury or mishap en route. To think I would finally come to this realization at such an age in the faraway land of Ildoa.

“There are so many things a person must learn in their lifetime…”

Which is why a systematic education apparatus is to be cherished above all else for a functional society. While the education system of her original world and country was not without its flaws…no effort was spared when it came to providing children with the knowledge needed to survive daily life. A progressive, civilized culture is an advantage enjoyed by a peaceful society of plenty.

This is yet another moment where I find myself reminiscing about the greatness of peace. If going home is a part of the field trip for children…then so is the commute home for adults.

Accidents on the job, especially during the commute, are a very serious matter. My teacher once offered more words of wisdom on a separate occasion—learning is the job of a child. Pairing the two notions together, the train of logic is as follows: Field trips are a part of education. Thus, they can be considered work for children. Although…this brings into question the lack of labor laws for a student. This notion is somewhat frightening to think about. A person is left very vulnerable in the absence of the law’s protection…

Though not without logical flaws, a sense of nostalgia for my student days washes over me. As a soldier, and as a mage for the General Staff, I can only wish to once again escape this darker-than-black corporate culture and relive the peaceful life of a school student. This wish is for naught, though.

Oh, how I long for peace. Wonderful peace, amazing peace. Irrationality incarnate…Being X seeks to destroy peace, to turn it on its head. He’s probably jealous of peace itself as a concept!

Regardless, I will not yield to that offshoot of the devil. Logic and the market should be prized above all else, and that’s where my obligations lie. To return peace to this world, at all costs, and to show the world that the market always wins.

Which is why Tanya must survive. I’ll oblige General Zettour’s orders to return home with glee if it will help me achieve this. Even if I know I’m returning to the capital only to be shipped off to the east, at least I’ll get to spend some time at home.

Hopefully, at least the tail end of the year will be spent in the Imperial capital. Surely there is still some residual culture left there for me to enjoy.

That’s what I’m hoping as I pack my bags for the trip home. A random encounter with Colonel Lergen on my way to the HQ to discuss the train schedules makes me think I’m lucky, but that notion is quickly dashed.

After exchanging salutes and brief updates about our recent deployments, we soon discuss preparations for our return home. This was all we were supposed to discuss, at least. When this proves not to be the case, I have no choice but to question the absurdity of it all.

“What…? What did you just say, Colonel?”

“That your return orders have been canceled. You’re staying here.”

At least he looks apologetic when he says this. His tone, however, is as firm as can be when the devastating news rings in my ears.

“You’re deployment has been extended, Colonel Degurechaff.”

“You’re sure about this.”

“I am. I’m sorry to have to ask this, but I’ll need you to stay here and conduct another operation or two.”

“Y-you want my battalion to do what…? But my Kampfgruppe has already received orders from the general to leave Ildoa…”

“I’m well aware of that. As much as it pains me to hit you with this sudden change in orders, I need you to comply. It’s what the campaign needs from you. These new orders take precedent over your orders to withdraw.”

Said orders are written on a thin sheet of paper. To think a single sheet of paper can have such power over a person’s destiny.

“Your mages stand head and shoulders above the rest, after all. I want you to savage the front lines for us. You know, to put on a show—just until our troops have reorganized the line.”

“A-are those my orders?”

“They are.”

The colonel’s words couldn’t be more explicit. It’s almost cruel.

“You’ll be tasked with the important job of protecting the troops while they fall back. That being said, you’ll only need to keep the mages here. The rest of your Kampfgruppe can return home as scheduled. I’ll make sure they get home safe.”

With a heavy thud, I drop my suitcase to the floor. If I were in a more regular state of mind, I probably would’ve registered the sound of it opening up when it hit the ground. Usually, I’d slap on a smile and jest about my clumsiness, but I’m in no state of mind for that now.

The stress of having my well-deserved time off poof into thin air and be replaced by the curse of more work has left me struggling to process what’s happening.

The colonel’s words play over and over again in my mind: Canceled. Extended. Only the mages.

“I’m really sorry about this, Colonel, but it’s what must be done. We need you to agitate the enemy. Distract them while we fall back.”

I’m stock still. I haven’t even realized my bag is on the ground yet. The word she loathes most—overtime—flashes in my mind. Just when I was looking forward to going home, I’m hit with this. Needless to say, returning home for some time off is all that has kept me going these past few weeks!

“Colonel Degurechaff? Are you all right?”

“Ah, yes, please excuse me.”

My brain, finally overcoming the stress, registers that I’ve been given new orders. Despite my utter exhaustion, I speak almost reflexively.

“This news is shocking, to say the least, but I will do what I must. If we’re to use only our mages, then we will be conducting raids primarily. Is it fair to assume that I will have full authority over how I conduct my troops in order to do so?”

“Of course. As you may suspect, we have plans to make a full withdrawal from this position. Depending on how quickly the trains can move, we will be abandoning this spot soon.”

The initial policy to refrain from fixating on the capital is still in effect, it seems. Within the span of less than a month, the rulers of the capital will change once more. It sounds simple, but given that the Empire will be abandoning the capital, it makes the timing of the withdrawal exceedingly precarious.

“So when exactly is it going to happen, Colonel Lergen?”

“I can’t let you know yet. It is why we need you mages to hold the line in a deceptive way. You can make a swift withdrawal when the time comes.”

“If our troops are too slow in their retreat, it could very well place too much of a burden on us in the rear…”

Tanya shares this deep concern of hers, which is met by a reassuring nod from Colonel Lergen.

“We’ll be in debt to Colonel Uger when all is said and done. He’s done an incredible job of keeping the trains on a tight schedule. Although counterintelligence is proving to be a massive hurdle in all of this.”

“Has the enemy picked up on our withdrawal?”

Colonel Lergen gives a strong nod before lowering his voice.

“It’s why we need you to create a diversion. We need the enemy to misinterpret our intentions. We don’t want them to pursue us as we leave.”

“So we must use aggression to mask the withdrawal?”

“That is correct. They must perceive us as a perpetual threat, at all costs.”

I’m just barely able to swallow a groan that tries to escape my throat as I listen to the colonel’s explanation. Sudden orders are never easy to handle.

My mages are supposed to execute feint attacks to hide the army’s movements. While it makes sense, given our true goal, it was only a few days ago that we destroyed the enemy mages and then engaged what seemed like their newly mobilized reserves. These two operations were also all in service of making the deception more convincing.

“We’ve been doing as much as we can to deceive the enemy, but there is only so much a single Kampfgruppe can do…”

“If your mages cannot do this, then who else in the Empire can?”

Colonel Lergen is being sincere when he says this, but it still strikes me as something that’s easy to say for the one giving orders. This will be a highly risky task, no matter how the colonel slices it. Having already dealt lethal blows to the enemy forces, they are already thirsty for Imperial blood. It isn’t the ideal situation to conduct further agitation under.

With a mental emergency protocol kicking into gear in my mind, I begin constructing a counterargument.

“Colonel. I will follow the orders I am given, but I wish for consideration to be made for my soldiers. They are all people, too, at the end of the day.”

“I understand. When this operation is complete, I will use my authority to get you and your subordinates the extra rations and time off they’ve earned. I promise to make the direct appeal to General Zettour for you.”

It’s clear that Colonel Lergen isn’t lying— he will almost certainly use every ounce of authority to try and get Tanya whatever she needs—but Tanya isn’t so naive. No matter what reasoning Colonel Lergen presents the general with, it is necessity and necessity alone that will determine the future.

In other words, the colonel’s promise is empty. While he can promise that he’ll spare no effort on her behalf, he cannot promise her the time off. This is fraud, in the purest sense, which elicits a moan—albeit an internal one—on my part. Speaking of fraud, General Zettour is the greatest con artist of the era. Colonel Lergen of all people should know that there’s no use placing any faith in him.

I heave a little sigh. What does the colonel have the power to actually provide me? I’m the one who’s been charged yet again with an impossible mission, and I have no intention of becoming the lone sacrificial lamb.

With a fresh resolve, I promptly make my demands to the colonel.

“Colonel Lergen. Since you are willing to go out of the way to make such special arrangements for me, I’d like to request you lend me some much-needed equipment and personnel.”

“There isn’t much for me to lend out. What do you need?”

“I want to borrow your air support. As much as you can spare.”

“What do you have in mind for them, Colonel?”

Tanya wears a confident grin.

“Drawing on inspiration from Colonel Uger, I want to play a little trick. I will create a bottleneck and fix the enemy in place.”

“And by that you mean…?”

“I’m going to cut off the Unified States’ seaborne supply route.”

Colonel Lergen is clearly interested in hearing more.

“But how do you plan on doing this, Colonel? Raiding their shipping lanes? I somehow doubt we can expect to deliver a strong enough blow to disrupt their supply lines.”

“No. It would be difficult to seek and destroy all their ships…but we know exactly where Ildoa’s ports are.”

“I never thought about it that way. Ports are very stationary targets.”

“I remember being restricted in maneuverability when fighting on the southern continent due to how long it took us to get supplies out of the water. Should we destroy the enemy’s port facilities with an aerial assault, it should keep them quiet for a while.”

Colonel Lergen reacts to Tanya’s words with a firm nod.

“Very well. I see your point, Colonel. Tell me what you need.”

“I hope you can understand that I’m going to need a lot.”

Though there is resignation in my tone, my comment is met with a reliable smile.

“I’ll see what I can do, and expect results that match what I give you.”

Tanya’s request is fully accommodated, with Colonel Lergen arranging for the army to get her everything she asks for. He even manages to get the General Staff to lend her one of the larger transportation airplanes—a testament to his powerful connections and negotiation prowess. Thus, with the Imperial Army backing Tanya’s plan in full, a significant segment of the air fleet scheduled to return to the capital changes course for Southern Ildoa to support the assault. I’m guessing that General Zettour took a liking to my plan.

The fact that my plan has been well received translates into enthusiasm that I can share with the troops.

“Comrades! The Empire has placed great hope in us!”

I’m addressing them at what was once an Ildoan air field. With the air fleet lined up along the long runway behind me, I brief the assault squad that I’ll be leading into battle. I place immense trust in my aerial mages and their capability to wage war—if anyone can successfully execute this mission, it’s them.

Their mission is simple: to incapacitate the enemy’s ports to create a logistical bottleneck. It should be simple enough. They will travel by air to catch the enemy off guard, a relatively orthodox tactic for the Imperial mages.

“It’s almost time.”

After watching a series of fighters take off from the runway, Tanya and her soldiers board the massive transportation plane. Once in the sky, they couldn’t have asked for a smoother flight. A plane this big at this point in the war is essentially an endangered species, but thanks to its skilled crew, the flight feels like a leisurely trip through Ildoa. The soldiers sip coffee as they watch the peninsula go by below them while also being sure to fill up on ham and bread before the big mission.

“This would be so perfect if we weren’t in a war right now.”

I mutter this to myself, earning an amused look from my adjutant, who is munching on some chocolate in the seat next to me.

“What would you be doing right now if there was no war, Colonel?”

“Me? I’d be living out my life as an upstanding member of society.”

Lieutenant Serebryakov displays a bit of a confused look at this response.

“A member of society…?”

“What’s this, Visha? Have you been at war for so long that you forgot what civilized life was like before?”

“No, it’s not that… Wouldn’t you still technically be a…”

“Be a what?” Tanya politely inquires her adjutant, but the conversation is cut short by a loud buzzer. The mages all look up, alert, only to be addressed by the calm voice of the pilot.

“This is the captain with an urgent sitrep. According to air control, the bomber squadron flying ahead of us has encountered enemy fighters and is under attack.”

With that, the entire battalion of mages all grow tense. The mages are able to infer a lot from this report. It’s clear to them that the enemy’s anti-air capabilities are still fully operational. The group of mages are hit with the unsettling feeling of the unknown that is to come. With the mood growing heavy in the cabin, the pilot continues to share what he knows.

“Air control has weighed in on the situation, and it has been decided that we will use all available air assets to defend the bomber squadron. Every unit besides this plane’s escorts will engage the enemy as a diversion.” The captain calmly continues, “Should they down this plane, I’ll have to ask you mages to fly the rest of the way. You don’t need to worry about us. That is all.”

Mages can fly. This plane’s crew cannot. There’s a clear asymmetry in the risk both parties are shouldering, and the professionalism of the air force personnel is deeply moving.

It isn’t just their professionalism in how they carry themselves, but also the quality of their service that moves me, as the crew brings my mages to their destination without a single mishap. When they announce that we’re over the target point, I stand in front of my mages with an intrepid grin.

“It’s the same as always. Let’s do our job.”

I step out of the plane into the blue sky and let gravity take over.

Free-falling toward the ground unassisted by magic, I fix my eyes on the spot where we’ll conduct our ambush—but there is something off. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but a chill that only someone who’s experienced combat could recognize quickly runs down my spine. I’m not one to take the fog of war lightly, so I decide to act on my instincts. Time to change the plan.

“All units, use your magic! Descend at full speed!”

Even if it means allowing our mana signals to be detected, it’s better for the troops to have their defensive shells up. Not even a few seconds pass before my intuition proves correct. Before the transportation plane even has a chance to leave my field of vision. It’s our multinational friends. Evidently, they’ve been lying in wait for Tanya and the Imperial mages.

The sky around us is immediately filled with incessant AA fire. The roaring of machine-gun fire rings loud as large swaths of the sky become impassable. There are likely mages waiting for us on the ground, too, given the explosion and optical sniping formula mixed into the barrage. It is an incredible display of anti-air defense. A show of intense and overwhelming force that is reminiscent of the notorious American imperialism from my old world. Even the veteran mages who’ve seen the Rhine are taken aback by the sheer volume of munitions being hurled into the sky. This is a level of firepower the likes of which they’ve never seen before.

“What the fuck is going on?!”

“There’s nowhere to fly?!”

“This is insane?! Where is all of it coming from?!”

“Are we the ones getting ambushed?!”

The level of confusion that can be heard over the radio, too, is a first for me. It seems my battalion has been dropped off in a very tight kill zone. I’m the only one here who’s read about this happening in history books, but not even those accounts could aptly describe what’s happening right now. I have a hard time imagining the United States military of my own world ever made a fusillade of bullets and artillery shells of this scale in this time period.

“Damn it! They’ve already advanced this far?!”

Personally, I had hoped I wouldn’t have to deal with something like this until the distant future.

Instead, my unit has found itself trapped in a deluge of steel. This method of area denial relies on filling the sky with as many shells as possible.

The enemy isn’t bothering to conserve ammo.

They’re simply throwing everything they have into the air.

It is a way of fighting only the Unified States, one of the world’s leading superpowers, could afford. On top of that, there’s additional fire coming from the Ildoan base as well.

“Damn, do the Ildoans keep all their ports this heavily defended?! The US soldiers are here, too!”

Almost in disbelief at the sheer scale, I also recognize that on some level, I should’ve expected this. Even a layman such as myself was able to determine the potential of a port becoming a bottleneck. For a country as experienced in global logistics as the Unified States, they really do spare no expense to make sure their supply lines stay open.

Tanya already experienced the Ildoan Navy’s AA defense firsthand before. Now both countries are working together to seal off the sky. It is as simple a solution as it is brutal, posing a serious threat to even the most veteran members of the 203rd.

The roar of exploding cannon shells is accompanied by shockwaves that hit the mages and sear their defensive shells. The explosions alone, while undeniably loud, are nothing more than the anthem of the battlefield. What’s truly frightening is the shrapnel flying in every direction.

It’s quite aggravating, really, the absurd volume of metal being flung our way. Some of the shrapnel is managing to chip away at our defensive shells, and each new round brings a fresh hail of razor-sharp fragments. Being in their effective range is already quite dangerous. If any land a direct hit on one of the mages, it may completely pierce their shells altogether.

The clicking of Tanya’s tongue is almost loud enough to hear above the deafening chaos. The enemy poses a far higher threat to the skies than we predicted.

“Damn those New World bastards! And damn the Ildoans!!”

At this rate, we’ll be shot out of the sky long before we reach the ground. We need to move now, before they whittle down our forces.

“Battalion! This is the big leagues! Kick those orbs into high gear!”

As I channel mana into my Elinium Arms Type 97 Assault Computation Orb, I start preparing an optical camouflage formula when I realize something: The enemy isn’t even aiming. They’re literally firing into the air at random.

“Damn it! How far are they willing to go?!”

An optical camouflage formula wouldn’t mean anything within this fiery baptism of bullets and cannon shells, which leaves me at a loss. Should we just beeline for the ground? We can’t even if we want to.

“Disperse! Break formation! Pair up with whoever you can and move independently!”

Better to spread the enemy’s potential targets rather than concentrate our forces in one place. Thankfully, my mages are well equipped to think and move on their own. They understand the meaning behind the orders, and everyone moves accordingly. Individuals come together to form a group, and groups merge to become an army. Since every mage under my command knows our mission is to destroy the port, I leave it up to them to decide how to carry out the task.

“All units! Prioritize your descent and move in pairs!”

Tanya barks her orders and raises her voice to add one more.

“Comrades! Do not falter. Getting shot at is business as usual! There aren’t enough bullets in the world to stop us aerial mages!”

The 203rd is both fast and capable of defending themselves. None of its soldiers should be taken out of the sky, so long as they don’t try to do the impossible. Although, as the aggressors, we have to find an opening to mount our counterattack.

To my great agitation, the situation only worsens.

“Damn it all! If we’re stuck in the enemy’s cone of fire, then this will devolve into a battle of attrition. Just how much firepower do they…?”

Wait…

Hoping to encourage the troops, I fire off formula after formula at the enemy below when I remember something and suddenly slow down.

“Colonel?! Don’t stop flying!!”

“Wh-whoa?!”

Immediately heeding my adjutant’s warning, I panic and reaccelerate just in time to avoid a massive volley of bullets that fly through the spot I was occupying moments ago. It takes every ounce of oxygen in my lungs to push through the rain of fire.

“This is no joke!”

With no oxygen left, I’m gasping for air and taking deep breaths to steel my nerves once more. Right now, nothing could be sweeter than the tasteless oxygen I generate with magic.

While I just managed to avoid getting hit, had I reacted even a single second later, I’d be Swiss cheese falling toward the ground right about now.

Tanya escaped by the skin of her teeth this time.

“You saved me! Thank you, Lieutenant Serebryakov!”

“A-are you all right?!”

“I’m fine!”

I catch my breath before scoffing at myself. While it’s true this is a dangerous place to not pay attention to where you’re flying, that momentary captivation lapse earlier gave me a hint for a new plan.

Remember, our goal is to neutralize the enemy port, and we don’t necessarily have to be the ones doing the hard work.

“All units, follow your leader! We’re dive-bombing toward the ground. Make your defensive shells as hard as you can!”

“02 to 01! Do you have a plan?!”

Major Weiss practically shrieks his question, which Tanya answers confidently.

“We’re going to get up close and personal!”

With that, I fly to the front of the scattered formation before descending as fast as gravity can take me toward the ground below. Of course, our enemies don’t sit idly by. They’re clearly marking me as their new target, but…their response solidifies my confidence in the new plan. The enemy shows no sign of letting up as I and my mages use our Type 97 orbs to plummet toward the earth.

A mage flying this close to the ground, peppering it with formulas as they go, is like a vicious beast that’s been let loose. The enemy is brave to continue fighting in these circumstances and meet the full-frontal assault with high-caliber AA fire aimed almost parallel to the ground. It would be dangerous for a mage to take a direct hit from a round that’s capable of piercing the heaviest tank armor head-on. This won’t be a problem, however.

“Just as I suspected! This is a ragtag alliance we’re dealing with here!”

I unconsciously grin as I shout this. Closing in on the enemy makes their unexpected weakness apparent. And that weakness is their coordination.

If these armies from different nations are working together without any real coordination, then we must simply cause friction in the space between them. Flying at a low altitude, I draw fire from either side.

The decision reveals Ildoa’s fatal mistake: Their soldiers trained too meticulously.

“I mean, going all out is a good thing, I suppose.”

Using her defensive shell to brush off the hail of AA fire, Tanya ends up chuckling at the Ildoan Army’s determination. They clearly understand the danger posed by these mages who fly mere feet off the ground and deserve praise, as they’ve studied well. Things have been tough for the Ildoan Army so far. They were tormented by the Empire’s most elite battalion, the 203rd, since the dawn of this campaign, and now are almost too familiar with the threat these mages pose, which translates into a lack of hesitation when it comes to aiming their cannons horizontally. They understandably want to destroy the mages at all costs, no matter who or what gets caught up in the blast.

This is the right decision, in a military sense. It is White Silver—better known by now as Rusted Silver, the Empire’s deadliest Named class of mages—that is bobbing and weaving desperately through their cannon fire as we speak, after all.

By acting perfectly logically, the highly diplomatic and politically aware Ildoan Army ironically fall for Tanya’s trap.

“Thank you, my Ildoan friends! Your cover fire is a true lifesaver!”

Tanya shouts with gratitude. While it may be true that AA guns are highly effective against mages who are flying straight at them, without enough time to unify their respective chains of command, and operating under different doctrines, Ildoan cannon fire hits their allies on the ground instead of Imperial mages in the air.

“Ha-ha-ha-ha! You guys are terrible hosts now, aren’t you?!”

Combined, the Unified and Ildoan AA fire is a force to be reckoned with. But what happens when they end up on the receiving end of each other’s cannons?

The result is most of the fire meant to stop Tanya and her troops ceases, but not without some stray shells finding their way to the port they came here to destroy.

“This is rich!”

Using the enemy’s firepower as leverage against them proves to have a bigger effect than she could’ve hoped for.

“We must send our thanks to the Alliance!”

Tanya shouts to her mages while waving for them to review their handiwork.

“Cause chaos! Make them fire those cannons! They’ll destroy the port for us! That’s the way! Destroy the port!”

With their defensive shells protecting them, the mages act like powerful Apache helicopters that fly just above the ground to cause tremendous chaos. The enemy could perhaps fend them off if they fired everything they had, but when it became obvious that they were as likely to hit their allies as they were to hit the enemy mages, they couldn’t help but hesitate. This is the correct choice for a good person, and it shows that even in total war, these soldiers all have good souls.

The goodness of their souls, however, will end up costing them their lives, as without a means to attack, the soldiers stop their hands. This moment’s hesitation quickly transforms into a deep panic when the Imperial mages make their way to the camp and begin cutting them down en masse.

Should this panic spread throughout the enemy forces, a handful of mages is more than enough to cook the entire pot, but it’s an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth on this battlefield. Just as man is man’s greatest nemesis, there is nothing more formidable for a mage than a fellow mage.

While Tanya and her small group of elite Imperial mages wreak havoc around the Ildoan port, a presence in the sky above can be felt closing in at an incredible speed.

“Mana signals incoming!”

When the call is heard over the radio, the 203rd quickly gathers to assume a new formation. Their low altitude, however, puts them at a tremendous disadvantage.

With a curse, all attention shifts to the incoming foes.

“Enemy mages! And they’re…?”

I immediately recognize several of their mana signals from the eastern front. With a few notable signals that are exact matches, one of which has been ingrained into my memory, it’s clear that we’ve fought against these mages before.

“Not that damn pervert! Son of a bitch! Why do I have to deal with that deviant all over again?!”

Had Colonel Drake known that Tanya was referring to him as a pervert behind his back, he would likely make liberal use of his expansive Commonwealth lexicon to craft a strong rebuttal—though it should be mentioned that he reacts to her presence on the battlefield the same exact way.

“It’s the Devil of the Rhine again…!”

The two of them both curse each other from across the battlefield. In the sense that they are both middle managers overseeing their units in tough times, they both carry similar concerns and tribulations. There is one other person on the battlefield who is concerned with something entirely different.

“There you are! Blasphemous Devil of the Rhine! I will end your wretched existence!”

The sheer resentment in her voice is like something straight out of hell. Her voice, which bears a baleful tone that cannot be ignored, rings out over the radio for allies and enemy alike to hear. This goes for Tanya as well, whose ears perk at the mention of her name. She looks up to the sky at the specs flying around and sighs.

“Adjutant. I’m not the type to bring my emotions to work, but…I truly do curse the fate that has brought me up against this wretched opponent once more. This is growing all too cumbersome. I can’t stop sighing.”

Lieutenant Serebryakov watches her superior from the side as she says this. Tanya does indeed look weary as she lets out continuous sighs.

“Just listen to these insults.”

“She must really detest us…”

Tanya grunts.

“And for no good reason. It’s the Empire who is their enemy, not I.”

“Well… Uh… I’m not sure if…”

“I know, I know. There’s no use whining about it, nor is there any point in trying to understand how they think. They don’t act logically.”

Tanya dons a lonely grin as she unleashes a formula.

“This is a battlefield, and as we don’t enjoy the privilege of choosing our enemies, let’s shoot the pervert and raging bull out of the sky.”

With another long sigh, Tanya curses her bad luck once again while chanting the spell for a three-pronged explosion formula. Reshaping the world to physically manifest a formula of this scale is second nature at this point. Within the next instant, the entire sky is filled with balls of fire. It seems they aren’t going to give us time to breathe. After casting a similar formula of her own, Tanya’s adjutant asks a strange question.

“Who are the pervert and the raging bull?”

“The pervert is their commander. The Albion chap who tried to suicide-bomb us using his own mages as meat shields. That’s about as deviant as it gets, no?”

“I suppose it is, in a way…”

“And then we have the raging bull. You see her there? She’s the one flying straight toward us. Can you believe your eyes?”

Tanya winces as if she bit down on a stink bug while watching the rogue mage come flying toward them.

The mage has gone rogue and left her formation, something that would leave any other mage a dead duck. What’s keeping this duck alive, however, is a defensive shell far too thick to be blown out of the sky.

An idiot though she may be, the powerful shell she has deployed can easily take a penetration formula meant to be used against stone walls, let alone an optical sniping formula, even if the caster is one of the 203rd’s elites.

Tanya’s only saving grace in this situation is that this mage is more or less an idiot.

With this in mind, Tanya calls out once more.

“Can you believe this! I must choose between the pervert and the bull!”

“You really dislike these types, don’t you, Colonel?”

“I do indeed. It’s hard to tell what those whom you can’t understand will go and do.”

Tanya wishes to believe that the world will be a better place without these two menaces in its sky. With this in mind, she knows that she’ll have difficulty taking on the pervert who’s been following her around the war front, and she makes her decision.

“Major Weiss! I’ll leave the pervert to you!”

She can simply push the problem onto someone else. It’s her prerogative to do so as the commanding officer.

“Understood! What will you be doing?”

“I’m going to dance with the bull. You needn’t show restraint on my behalf, though. Once you’ve rid the world of another pervert, you can come to have a bite of the bull, too.”

“That’s assuming there’s anything left of the bull once you’re finished with it, Colonel.”

“It’s first come, first served. Just like everything else in the world!”

The two share a laugh before Major Weiss acknowledges the orders.

“Then I’ll be off!”

With that, Major Weiss, who was flying barely a meter off the ground, makes a swift ascent. The Type 97 orb shows that it still has a comparative advantage on the battlefield with its rider clearing a vast altitude in a matter of seconds. His impressive speed allows him to probe the enemy’s reaction while getting into the best position. The orb, excelling in both top speed and acceleration, truly is an Imperial mage’s best friend.

“Attack! Don’t cling to preconceptions or past experience!”

With Major Weiss leading his unit, they begin shrouding the Commonwealth mages with a wall of offensive formulas. Tanya turns to Lieutenant Serebryakov.

“Time for us to go! Today is the day we push these swine into the sea!”

“Yes, Colonel!”

The always reliable pair mobilizes for battle in well-coordinated tandem. Using the facilities at the port as a shield from above, the two mages weave around the obstacles on the ground, bringing them closer to the enemy ground forces while keeping their eyes on the target. There are ways to fight from the low ground if you know how to do it.

“Let’s get the drop on her! Give me three rounds of disciplined fire!”

The spell manifests. Together the two of them conjure a highly complex optical formula that has a homing function worked into it. The highly calculated attack hurtles straight toward the enemy, striking true.

A raging bull makes for an easy target, but an attack that would usually have Tanya grinning leaves her shaking her head instead, because the target is still in the sky.

“Damn it. I can’t say I didn’t expect her to survive the attack, but she just shrugged it off! Just how hard is that shell of hers?!”

The pair of mages share a groan, but the bull isn’t going to give them much time as she comes nosediving straight for them. Keeping her eyes on the vicious target, Tanya opts to use a less subtle attack. One that relies on pure firepower.

“Change the spell! We’ll pierce that shell of hers!”

The choice to do this could be made only with the current distance between the two. To capitalize on the moment, Tanya takes out a Type 95, pouring as much mana as she can into the orb. Though the process of channeling the immense amount of mana takes its toll on her, making her brain feel like it’s being consumed by worms, the tremendous spell it creates is well worth the risk.

“O Divine Light! Illuminate my path, everlasting glory. Come forth, song of eternity! O the glory of our magnificent Lord!”

Drawing on aspects of a long-distance offensive optical formula, Tanya chooses a piercing formula to penetrate the thick, Federation-style defensive shell. Both she and Lieutenant Serebryakov, with their breathing in sync, unleash a spell powerful enough to pierce the hull of a battleship.

Confident in their spell, the two watch as it connects with their target. The spell they put all of their power behind hits its mark, but the results are not what they had hoped for.

“I-is she still flying…?”

The awe can be heard in Lieutenant Serebryakov’s voice as these words leave her mouth, and they accurately describe how Tanya feels as well. The beam landed a direct hit. It was the perfect angle, too. That attack would’ve downed Tanya without a doubt had she been on the receiving end. It would’ve sliced right through a Type 95’s defensive shell like butter. And yet, the enemy was still in the air.

The spell that could’ve knocked out a heavy tank—and perhaps a battleship—left nothing but a small crack in the mage’s shell.

“We can’t treat this one as human. It’s time to slay a monster.”

And who is it that defeats monsters in a story? A hero? How absurd. Solitary monsters are always defeated by a well-run organization. One must look no further than the history of man to know this. Knowing that numbers are the only way to bring down this behemoth, Tanya immediately calls for her subordinates.

“Lieutenant Grantz! Lend me a hand! When we crisscross, we’ll pincer her!”

“Roger!”

There isn’t time to give in-depth orders. Asking for his help was enough. Tanya and Lieutenant Serebryakov feign a retreat to lure the charging bull toward them. She takes the bait, and they draw her deeper into the port complex.

The two are practically coughing up blood with the intense flight pattern it takes to force her into the killing zone.

“We’ve got her, Colonel!”

“Do it!”

That quick call is all Lieutenant Grantz needs to know exactly what to do, and he immediately leaps into action.

He leads his company on the hunt.

In perfect unison, the company unleashes a barrage of penetration formulas that all fall on a single point.

The focus fire pierces the physical world between the company and its target.

What should have been enough to leave even the thickest part of a battleship in shambles, however, is fully absorbed by the raging bull’s defensive shell.

The shell itself did crack, of course.

However, the mage that it housed is completely unscathed.

The blow knocked her off course, but she’s already back up, and a new shell is forming.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me?!”

“Lieutenant Grantz! Keep firing!”

“R-roger!”

While Tanya manages to calm down her panicked subordinate, a part of her recognizes his concern.

“Damn, she managed to survive even that. This mage really is becoming a monster.”

Tanya glances to her side, and her adjutant agrees with a nod.

“She’s more than a nuisance. Her shell is far harder than what even Federation mages can muster.”

Tanya agrees wholeheartedly. That said, she isn’t in a position to throw in the towel and give up.

“Lieutenant Grantz! Can your company hold her off?!”

“No way! We can’t suppress her for long!”

Hearing this, Tanya turns her attention to Major Weiss. If one company isn’t enough, then she’ll use two. It’s simple math, but surely focus fire from two companies’ worth of mages should be enough to bring down the bull.

Unfortunately, her first officer is still engaged in a cutthroat dogfight with the pervert. Tanya shrugs. There is no use in placing hope in reinforcements that won’t come.

“Lieutenant Grantz! We’re going to do it one more time! Just one more time!”

“We can’t! We can barely keep up with this mage! She’s fast, tough, and fearless!”

“Come now, Lieutenant Grantz. You mustn’t overestimate your enemy. She’s less intelligent than a Federation mage, less cunning than a Commonwealth mage, and she’s flying alone.”

“Then I take it you have a plan to defeat her in one fell swoop?”

Tanya answers a hopeful Lieutenant Grantz’s question with a grim tone.

“I don’t appreciate you underestimating the enemy, either, Lieutenant.”

“You really do have what it takes to become a general one day, Colonel…”

“Oh? Has my wisdom impressed you that much? Makes me glad that I’ve always acted as a model commander for you.”

Tanya, throwing every formula in the book at the raging bull, is beginning to feel her submachine grow uneasily hot when she picks up on a new sensation.

“Wait, something is coming.”

“What?”

“From the sea… What is it this time?”

As far as Colonel Drake could tell, the situation could only be described as miserable. The enemy was unperturbed by their AA fire, diving right into it toward the ground.

“Lord, we’re up against mages who can fly in a perfect, tight-knit formation and then leap right into a firefight and raise absolute hell!”

To make matters even worse, a lone company was more than capable of keeping Drake’s mages at bay. A small part of him hoped that First Lieutenant Sue’s tirade would pull through as a last-ditch effort, but she was easily countered by a pair of enemy mages and then ended up on the receiving end of focus fire from the enemy mage company. While she was still in the sky, it was only a matter of time before she fell to an attack this relentless.

Things were looking bad. Drake wished from the bottom of his heart for more soldiers. Allies who would save his ragtag task force of mages and keep them from charging in alone.

“But just look at this godforsaken company of mages go!”

It was difficult for him to watch the enemy mages fly with such perfect coordination in comparison to his own.

“If only we still had the Corinth Regiment.”

His lamenting over this, however, would come to an unexpected end when an innumerable amount of mana signals appeared from out over the ocean. In the next moment, all eyes on the battlefield shifted toward the sea to find multiple specs coming their way. The mages were wearing blue uniforms suited for aerial combat and were flying in attack formation.

They were Allied reinforcements—desperately needed reinforcements.

The timing of all of it was so miraculous that Colonel Drake pinched his cheek and winced at the pain. Realizing that this was actually happening, Colonel Drake called out to his troops.

“Reinforcements! Reinforcements are coming!”

He shouted and waved his hand in the sky so that everyone could know—so that their will to fight would be rekindled.

“It’s the marines! The marines are here!”

His words caused a ripple to spread through the ranks, a ripple that quickly turned into a tidal wave of triumphant cheers. Light returned to the eyes of the Allied forces who had been dominated by the Imperial mages so far.

The Imperial mages, who had been running amok around the battlefield, also showed a quick reaction by increasing their altitude and assuming a formation that showed they were ready to continue the fight. Though they had already caused tremendous havoc, the enemy now had a clear disadvantage in numbers. There wasn’t much they could do from a tactical standpoint.

This was no reason for Drake to go easy on them, however. If they were going to abandon their tight-knit position near the ground, then the AA crews were more than happy to oblige them with fresh fire from below. Of course, even when up against impossible odds, the Imperial mages were a relentless enemy.

“Damn it all! I hate to admit it, but they know how to fly all right!”

Colonel Drake grimaced at how skilled his enemies were. Genuinely impressed, he decided to send them his regards in the form of a spell. Unleashing his little present for them, a massive explosion blossomed in their air space. His sincere effort to kill them, however, would come to nothing as the enemy effortlessly evaded the explosion’s area of effect.

“Criminy. I can’t believe they can still fly like that.”

“Do you think they’re on something, Colonel?”

“Like some kind of drug?”

Drake gave the remark some consideration for a moment, but there were no obvious signs of impaired judgment or reckless aggression to be observed in their well-calculated and coordinated movements. Though they lacked numbers, they were flying circles around the Allies. What’s more, despite having been doing this for the entire battle, they only seemed to be speeding up. Speaking of things with tremendous momentum, it appeared that First Lieutenant Sue had attempted a second charge, only to be fended off once more by the enemy company’s focus fire.

“Glad to see Lieutenant Sue is still full of energy… I’m jealous. I’m already fighting for every breath.”

Colonel Drake clicked his tongue and tried to refocus.

The enemy was a bunch of monsters capable of fighting First Lieutenant Sue head-on. If this was the case, then they would need to slay the beasts like any other humans would—with a well-coordinated attack.

“We’ll capitalize on the marines’ support! Let us push the enemy back!”

They needed to concentrate their fire.

Backed by AA guns and mages on the ground, their friends from the US Marines who had arrived at the perfect time rushed forward to deliver a devastating blow to the Imperial forces.

“I can’t believe it! Out-fucking-standing!”

Drake ended up admiring his new comrades, for the moment the marines hit the battlefield, they unsheathed their swords and charged. These mages were true warriors of the seas.

“Cover them! Cover them! Don’t let their courage go to waste!”

Shouting, Colonel Drake commanded his troops to give the charging US Marines mages cover fire. They continued to position themselves to support the naval mages while pinning the Imperials with suppressive fire and diversionary attacks, allowing them to hold off the Empire’s mages long enough for the naval mages to arrive in a tight formation and unleash their spells from close range. They carried with them what seemed like a new weapon, which scattered their magic fire like a shotgun blast, completely dominating the battlefield.

Though heavily suppressed, the Imperial mages weren’t giving up that easily, and they returned fire while holding firm. That wasn’t enough to stop the brave navy mages, though, who continued to pour it on the Imperials.

It was an exchange of visceral yelling and gunfire that overwhelmed even the Named imperial mages. Unable to bear the pressure any longer, the Imperial mages began falling back.

“But they’re still in the fight.”

The sight made Drake moan. Though obviously withdrawing, the enemy’s perfect formation left little room for pursuit. While the marine mages continued their magical barrage, they were never given the opportunity to give chase as the Imperial mages systematically retreated in good order. The Empire mages were…the picture of well-trained, well-practiced pilots.

“I suppose we should be happy we managed to make them back off at all.”

Grateful that luck was on his side that day, Drake muttered this to himself while keeping a keen eye on his enemy. With them effortlessly veering at the slightest of angles to avoid the relentless Ildoan and Unified States AA fire, it was hard to call them a defeated battalion.

“Damn it, even their retreat is flawless. If we’re not careful, they may turn this around and mount a counterattack.”

There was tension in the air. The Imperial mages still had an arrow nocked to their bow, aiming straight for Drake’s forces. Even in retreat, they were a formidable foe. Their mere presence was terrifying.

“Colonel Drake! We’ve received an emergency transmission from the enemy!”

“What? They’re contacting us? What are they saying?”

One was to expect the unexpected during a war. It wasn’t uncommon for something to make absolutely no sense. Accepting this fact of life was something all soldiers eventually did after enough experience. Despite this, Drake couldn’t avoid the utter confusion he felt when he heard the report.

“Yes, they…are issuing an urgent complaint.”

“A complaint? What could it possibly be about?”

Drake took the transceiver and tuned into the general broadcast. What he heard was a reading, spoken aloud without encryption. The person speaking sounded like a female officer, perhaps? In a calm voice, she repeated the same sentence over and over. It was read first in Imperial, then in Commonwealth. The officer finished in fluent Federation as well. All she needed to speak was Ildoan for everyone on the battlefield to understand. It was clear that the reading was sincerely trying to communicate the Imperial Army’s sentiment on the matter, but…

“What are they saying?!”

Drake was left floating in the sky, dumbfounded by what he heard.

“That the use of shotguns goes against the law of war? They’re protesting because it’s inhumane…?”

Colonel Drake reconsidered his analysis on the matter from before. Just what in the hell was the Imperial Army trying to communicate at this stage of the war? The colonel was truly at a loss for words.

“I may have been wrong about their sound judgment. What possessed them to go and contact us about something this trivial?!”

“Colonel! They’re asking for an answer!”

Drake’s subordinate shouted this at him but was cut off by the colonel shouting back.

“What the hell do they expect me to say?”

The mid-combat sideshow was making the colonel dizzy. He cradled his head in an attempt to stop the sudden and intense feeling of vertigo.

“Colonel…? Are you feeling all right…”

“No, I’m fine. I’m starting to wonder, though…”

“Wonder what?”

“If the Imps really aren’t on something.”

Drake chuckled at the idea while he kept his aim locked on the retreating Imperial mages. He would send them a well-placed formula instead of an actual answer.

“Those damn Imps. They’re the last ones who should be talking about inhumane acts…”

Drake was visibly annoyed but would be caught off guard once more by an enraged announcement made in Commonwealth with a thick Imperial accent.

“They’ve contacted us once more. It’s the Imperial commander. She’s addressing the Alliance commander!”

The slightly shrill voice of a child could be heard shrieking over the radio.

Despite the speaker’s high-pitched voice, there was nothing cute about what she had to say.

“Your army’s flagrant disregard for the international laws of war is a grievous offense that cannot be ignored! Even amid the chaos of battle, we are bound by a code of conduct that upholds the dignity and humanity of all involved! Your brazen violation of this treaty is unacceptable, as it not only dishonors your own troops but also stains the reputation of the entire human race. In the name of justice, I implore you to put an end to these barbaric practices, such as the inhumane use of buckshot against fellow human beings and restore the honor and integrity to the battlefield!”

It wasn’t quite clear if she was being serious or if this was all a joke. What was he supposed to say? Both sides were doing their damnedest to kill each other. The entire situation left Colonel Drake utterly bewildered.

“Is she being serious? Is that what she has to leave us with after this battle? She’s in the middle of a retreat, and she’s worried about the rules?”

Mouth agape, Drake shook his head and shrugged. Simply put, he just couldn’t process what was happening.

It would be fine if the cause of his confusion were just some unknown unit, but this was the Empire he was dealing with. The enemy he’d been fighting this entire war. The colonel had done everything he could to learn about his enemy up until this point, and yet, they still managed to surprise him.

“I don’t know what to think anymore.”

The exchange left a bitter taste in his mouth. He sighed, exhaling into the Ildoan sky. Just what percent of the sky was sighs? Drake couldn’t help but wonder.

Had he the time, he could probably ponder this physiological question for over a day, but reality didn’t give him such a leisurely opportunity. He had a massive aftermath to deal with after this brutal battle. Though at most, some intense paperwork was the extent of his problems since his side was able to push the Imperial forces back, but it was hard to consider this a silver lining.

It started with him drawing up a written report and apology for First Lieutenant Sue’s rampage along with some other cumbersome multinational unit–related bureaucracy. Regarding the friendly-fire incident between Ildoan and Unified States forces, Drake effectively pretended not to know about it and let them sort it out themselves.

Even setting this aside, the Alliance consisting of Ildoa, the Commonwealth, the Unified States, and the Federation was being incredibly unproductive. Drake’s experience in negotiating with Federation authorities certainly came in handy here, but when confronted with a torrent of bureaucracy, such as translation, consensus-building, and brokering compromises, even an experienced officer couldn’t help letting out an endless series of sighs. Until now, he could rely on Colonel Mikel to handle all of this, but due to the recent political adjustments, he and Mikel were the same rank.

“This is tough…”

The result was that the colonel found himself cooped up in camp dealing with a mountain of paperwork. At least a kind Federation official brought him some tea.

Despite having survived the battle, he questioned whether he could survive the sheer volume of paperwork. Drake was genuinely daydreaming about this fearsome outcome when Colonel Mikel, exhaling loudly, caught his attention.

“Is something the matter, Colonel Mikel?”

“No, it’s nothing. I think it must be a bad joke…”

Drake watched Colonel Mikel try to hide a slip of paper, but considering his position in the multinational forces, he couldn’t allow his Federation counterpart to hide things from him. Colonel Mikel was a good friend and fellow mage, but…Drake was still a Commonwealth officer. Thus, he reached for the paper before the colonel could put it away.

It was a single page with a format he’d seen before. It was the standard form for a message, but the contents tested Drake’s nerves to their limit.

“There’s seriously something wrong with the Empire.”

My stomach is really starting to kill me…

From: An Imperial mage Battalion Commander

To: The Commonwealth Army Commander

It is thanks to the unexpected but invaluable contribution of your army’s mages that our operation to destroy a key Ildoan port has achieved a historic and unprecedented victory, the likes of which even the highest-ranking Imperial military officials could not have foreseen. Despite the highly unusual nature of the battle, its results have led this officer to recognize that accolades must be distributed with fairness and justice. It is my fervent hope that you will reveal the names of the courageous mages who provided us with crucial fire support that destroyed both your transport ships and the Ildoan port facilities. I swear on my honor that I shall petition the Imperial military authorities to recognize their well-deserved decoration.