Chapter 472

Chapter 472: How to Use Hatred

–Third Person POV–

――Rafen. Feudal Lord’s Mansion – Nonna’s Room.

「……is Aegir-sama really not coming back?」

Nonna, who is sitting on the sofa, puffs up her cheeks and lazily swings her legs.

She swings too hard and her fluffy footwear comes off.

「Yes, according to what the security unit said, master cannot leave Tortoent yet.」

The attendant Sally retrieves the footwear with a troubled expression.

「I heard that the battle was going well, so shouldn’t it be fine to come home for a while? I haven’t been able to see Aegir-sama in forever. It may be wartime, but this is too long……I’m lonely.」

Nonna lays sideways on the sofa, puts the fur cover to her face and blows into it.

「Madam, your underwear can be seen.」

The other attendant Maruru pulls down the hem of her mistress’s dress that got flipped up.

「Mmuu, you two are the only ones here, so it’s fine! I’ll act properly in public!」

（I’m hereー）

Only Sally turns pale as she looks at the corner of the room and then she bursts out laughing.

「Sally, what’s wrong?」

「Pffft! D-double body……kuku.」

（How mean! I do tiny massages everyday and yet it won’t go back to normal!）

「Sally! You think it’s funny that I’m feeling lonely!?」

Maruru tilts her head in confusion while Nonna gets upset.

「Haa, I can’t even distract myself from Aegir-sama by holding events because it’s wartime, and opera has been cancelled…… also, we don’t have money so we have to skimp on food…… aaah, is this the life of a peasant?」

Nonna slumps her shoulders in disappointment.

「Madam, please cheer up with the tea bought with the temporary allowance of 3 gold.」

「Please warm your body with the white fox scarf worth 25 gold.」

Nonna’s heart does not clear despite the comfort of the two attendants.

「……this is all because Rafen suffered damage from war. It’s that Altair faction’s fault.」

Nonna’s eye glimmers with hope.

「I understand your feelings, but master said not to act independently and cause unnecessary chaos until the war is over…… although the note was written by Leopolt-sama.」

「I know that! But that has to do with the church of Altair……fufufu, go summon that woman.」

Nonna’s breathing becomes rough as she slips on her shoe.

「M-madam, are you going to do that play again? Wouldn’t that be……cheating?」

「If master finds out, he’ll get angry.」

The two attendants, although concerned, run out to the city.

30 minutes later, in the special bedroom where a large number of people can perform acts of love but hasn’t been used due to the absence of the head of the mansion…… two women make their appearance.

「Uuu……this disgrace, God will not tolerate it!」

「It is because of your God that we’re having a tough time!」

One of the women is Nonna.

She is wearing an even thinner nightgown than before and is breathing heavily.

The other woman is Remia.

She is the shrine maiden of Altair and essentially ranked second in the Altair religious organization to the young Altair who sits at the top.

She used to boast great power, holding absolute authority as the advisor of public and private affairs for the reincarnation of the God of Altair, however now, she is nothing more than the manager of a small church who gets cold looks from the neighbors.

Her plump and voluptuous body with just underwear on lays spread on the extra large bed as her hands rest on the top of her head. Long glossy gold hair fans across the sheets, kindling some jealousy within Nonna.

「……what’s with this beautiful hair? Did you know about Aegir-sama’s love for long blonde hair?」

Nonna pokes Remia’s large breasts covered by the thin cloth, then compares them to her own extremely well-endowed chest, scoffing and raising her chin smugly.

「Aegir-sama loves big boobs though, the larger the better. How unfortunate for you.」

「T-that really doesn’t matter to me……rather, stop this ridiculousness already! The God of Altair won’t tolerate this indecency!」

Nonna becomes unhappy again when Remia protests loudly.

As someone who once addressed the masses with the words of the little girl, Remia’s voice was clear and truly lovely.

Feeling irritated at that, Nonna’s lips form a wicked smile.

「Hmp. What indecency―― aren’t you also…… eeei!」

「N-nooo!!」

When Nonna tears Remia’s underwear off, she lets out a beautiful yet sharp screech.

Remia’s greatest secret――is that she has an impressive penis growing from her crotch despite being a female.

「I’m surprised you can preach to other people with such an indecent thing you have here.」

Nonna licks her lips and then climbs onto the bed.

As Remia tries to hide her private parts with her hands, Nonna prevents it.

「The destruction of Rafen, Aegir-sama not coming back, the last of my wine spilling, half of it is your fault. The least you can do is help me pass the time.」

Nonna, panting slightly, begins the preparations.

「Are you going to rape me again!? Y-you should be ashamed! I won’t let you――」

「Then shall I get that child to entertain me instead?」

Remia freezes.

She knew ‘that child’ referred to Altair.

「That’s sacrilegious! Besides, Her Grace’s body is extremely sensitive. If you did this to her, she might die from the stimulation……」

「Then, you understand, right?」

Remia relaxes her shoulders and faces upward in resignation.

「Fufufu, here I go.」

Nonna’s wicked hand extends to penis which was not allowed to be hidden and――

「Eeei! Flick lightly……」

She uses the brush she took out to stroke the sensitive spots.

「Hiih!」

Remia shivers.

「Please don’t move. Alright, I’m going to tickle you more!」

「Nnhiiiih!!」

As the brush travels up from the base to the tip of her member, Remia repeatedly lifts her butt off the bed, squealing in anguish.

The foreskin of her dick has already peeled back and the entire hardened thing is pointing directly up at the ceiling.

Its length is greater than 30 cm and she would easily be considered blessed if she was a man.

「Fufu, how does it feel to have a special high-grade paintbrush tickling you! Here’s some more on the tip~」

「Nooooo!!」

Saliva dribbles from the corner of Remia’s mouth as she cries and bucks her hips in all directions.

A clear liquid starts to leak from the tip.

Ever since the battle of Rafen, Remia has been violated like this frequently.

「You’re still a woman even with a dick attached, and I’ll use a brush so it won’t count as cheating. Fufufu, it’s a perfect idea if I do say so myself.」

Nonna fondles Remia’s trembling breasts with her left hand while her right hand continues to swipe the brush.

Within five minutes, Remia reached her limit.

「N-no more…… it’s going to come out…… stop it……」

However, Nonna doesn’t allow her to ejaculate nor does she stop her hand.

「Not yet! If you cum without permission, I will lay that child beside you and――」

「P-please, anything but that!」

Remia bites on the sheets and endures.

But Nonna’s increasingly persistent tickling corners her.

「Uuuuー!! Uuuuー!!」

「You sound like an animal. Hey, keep holding it in. Take this, and this, and this!」

To Remia, it was a battle she had no chance of winning from the start.

She clenched down on the sheets hard enough to rip them in order to protect the master she loved and respected, but she obviously could not outlast the constant stroking of her sensitive spots by the closely arranged bristles of the high-grade brush.

「Look at all that juice you’re leaking and those bulging blood vessels……do you really want to be teased so badly? This part underneath feels good? Go on and cum. Hurry and cum!」

A jolt of electricity shoots up to her head.

「Aaaaaaah――!!!」

「Kyaa!?」

Remia’s hips lift up against her will, she releases the bedsheets from her mouth and lets out a low-pitched groan.

At the last moment, her dick swells and shoots a cloudy yellowish fluid up toward the ceiling.

「I-it won’t stop! Even though I’m a woman! Even though I shouldn’t be ejaculating! The thick juices won’t stop shooting out!」

A ridiculous amount of semen, enough to make an average man lose confidence if he saw it, shoots vertically and then splatters on her body.

「It stinks! Why does it smell so strong? What’s going on over here!?」

The force of her ejaculation intensifies when Nonna pokes Remia’s testicles with the brush.

「Don’t poke them! It hurts from cumming too much……it’s going to break……」

Her release would last for a few minutes until Remia finally exhausts herself and collapses onto the bed, covered in her own semen.

「……fuuu, fuu. I can’t move my body.」

The door opens when Remia attempts to get up.

「Nonna, what are you――uwah, this smell!」

「Are you doing the tickle play with Remia-san again?」

Carla and Mel walked into the room.

Remia’s face turns pale.

「……shall we?」

「……yes.」

Carla and Mel take out their own brushes.

「Alright, let me switch brushes.」

Nonna retrieves a new brush.

Three brushes assault Remia’s twitching dick.

「Don’t use three! I-it’ll break! It’ll break from feeling too good!!」

「Uwah, she came again. It’ll be a hassle to stop every time so let’s continue. Her semen really stinks…… what are you going to do if the smell doesn’t go away?」

「I’m cumming! I’m cumming, so please stop! I can’t breathe, that place is burning hot!」

「She really cums a lot even though she’s a woman. Especially when you stroke this part underneath……fufu, it doesn’t stop.」

「No more! Something different is coming out! What is this, what is this, what is thisss!!?」

「I actually brought some smaller brushes. If you stick them in the tip――uwah! Something watery came out! Is it pee……no, it came from somewhere else, is she squirting from here!?」

The triple brush attack persisted until dinner time, and when Remia was finally released, she lay motionless on the bed, soaked in her own various secretions.

「Ahaa……ahahah……it won’t stop coming out……my dick really broke.」

Remia pats her dick which is still stubbornly shooting clear liquid.

「Because I have this thing……it’s been gradually getting bigger since the brushes were used, and the amount of dirty juices increased…… and lately it’s been getting hard whenever I sleep next to Her Grace for some reason……」

「Remia?」

A voice calls out to Remia, who is staring up at the ceiling with eyes that have lost their light.

「Y-Your Grace!?」

Remia hastily gets up and incidentally hits Altair in the face with her dick.

「Funya!」

「Aah, how could I do such a thing!? Now that it’s come to this, I should just cut off this shameless――」

But Altair grins and gently wipes the penis with a towel.

「……mm, it’s dirty.」

Altair doesn’t say more and simply wipes Remia’s body clean.

「Your Grace…… aah, I’m not worthy……」

Tears spill from Remia’s eyes.

Altair smiles and quietly says.

「……said to come to Tortoent.」

「You mean……that man?」

Altair nods ever so slightly.

「At this rate……the two of us and the young believers……will be chased out……so if we can be of some use……」

「Your Grace……」

Remia clings tightly to Altair and then kisses her dainty foot.

「Let us go, Your Grace. No matter what happens, I will protect you.」

「Remia……I don’t want you……to get hurt either, okay?」

Remia sheds tears of gratitude when she hears such fond words come from the girl she loves so deeply.

The two who respect each other greatly failed to notice the oddly tidy words written on the letter.

–Aegir POV–

――Afterwards. Tortoent-Altair Border.

「It will be a struggle at best to march to Alteria. It might even be impossible.」

Leopolt states in front of me.

「The shortest route from Tortoent to Alteria is the one going south along the river. At the same time, there are innumerable castles and fortresses in the area from the long history of conflict between Libatis and Altair.」

「However, the enemy troop count is declining. It doesn’t matter how many castles there are if they don’t have enough men, does it?」

I nod, agreeing with Myla’s comment.

「At the very least, there isn’t a shortage of military personnel near Alteria. According to intel, a group of citizens have come together to establish a national volunteer fighting corps――which while tangible, is no more than a low-level militia―― although their numbers are in the hundreds of thousands――practically an inexhaustible supply.」

「So their leader simply……changed?」

It is as Erich said.

The citizens of Altair, unlike the citizens of Libatis, were taught and raised on the principle of dying for the sake of their God.

The God figure was just replaced by the Empire.

「Their equipment should be shoddy and they should not have a proper chain of command. Their numbers won’t balance out the disparity in a field battle, but they can pose a sufficient problem if they hole up in forts.」

「We can’t break the walls either.」

In that case……we’ll do that.

「A detour from the east?」

We’ll advance from Tortoent until we reach the Dard mountain, then aim for Alteria from the east.

Leopolt shakes his head.

「That is also impossible. I sent scouts to investigate and the ash spewed by the mountain formed piles tens of centimeters thick, almost like there was a heavy snowfall. Horses and wagons won’t be able to move at a decent pace. In addition, if it rains once, the ground will turn into sludge and our infantry won’t be able to take a single step forward.」

How troublesome.

「Then we’ll either have to bring ships from somewhere and go by river or you’ll have to think of a method to break through the front with some kind of deception.」

「That’s right. I will do both.」

Leopolt opens the window and points to a certain spot.

「Is that…… the flag of former Altair?」

Celia asks with a confused look.

「We will fly that flag as we march. The memory of the old order is still fresh in the Altair region and the flag should have a considerable influence on the people’s minds.」

「We had a terrible time back in Rafen because of that.」

「That really pissed off the fleeing enemies and sent them into a rage.」

It’s a flag which has caused us enough suffering.

If we raise such a flag, wouldn’t the enemy’s morale go up?

「It will have the opposite effect when the enemy attacks. And, it will also lure out the enemy who should be defending.」

I see.

So we literally enrage them and draw them out of the castle.

「While I don’t think it’s a bad idea…… is one piece of cloth enough? They will realize that it is some kind of plot.」

The enemy isn’t a complete idiot.

「Of course, I won’t use only the flag. I have also set other pieces in motion.」

Everything should be fine if he says so. I’ll leave it to him.

Frontlines – A Certain Fort.

「I-isn’t that Altair’s flag――the flag of the wicked God!?」

「Her Majesty said that they had taken roots in Goldonia――so it was true!?」

The enemy soldiers make a fuss.

「My wife was killed on suspicion as one of the demons――now that I think back, I remember the district priest played with her and let her die!」

「My harvest and offering to God was taken…… and my two kids died of starvation. It turns out, the priests used it for their extravagant lifestyle!!」

Angry voices get hurled at us repeatedly.

Enemy morale is reaching the sky.

「Shit, I want to kill them! They’re mortal enemies of my brother and mother!」

「Wait, it’s a cheap trap. They’re just provoking us because the fortress is too durable. Damn Goldonia, using such underhanded tactics.」

There isn’t any reckless behavior like we expected.

The enemy insists on staying in the castle while their fighting spirit burns brightly.

「Hey, isn’t this backfiring?」

「From the looks of things, they probably won’t surrender until they’re down to their last soldier.」

Celia and I stare at Leopolt.

Regardless, he continues to watch the situation with cold eyes like everything is progressing as planned.

「……it should be about time.」

Leopolt raises his hand.

And then, one of the Royal army’s armored turrets appears.

I knew it, trying to march into the enemy when their spirits are heightened is suicidal.

However, we only prepared a single turret, so we probably won’t be climbing the walls.

Upon closer inspection, I see a white cloth hanging from the turret.

The turret slowly rolls toward the front of the enemy fort.

Then, I hear a clear and beautiful voice.

「All you infidels!!」

「Haah?」

I couldn’t help responding.

It’s a voice I recognize.

「Abandoning the incarnation of Altair and rightful ruler of this world in order to obey a materialistic person is an evil deed enough to send you to hell!」

「That’s-!」

Celia’s and my eyes go wide in surprise.

The voice belongs to Remia.

Why is she here?

「What was that……?」

「No, I’m from Alteria. I remember hearing this voice before……if I’m correct, it’s the weekly oracle……」

Simultaneously, the cloth hanging from the turret was removed.

「Hey, Leopolt!」

「You can scold me later, it is now time to look at the outcome.」

Revealed from behind the cloth was the young Altair and Remia.

「「「――!?」」」

The fortress momentarily goes silent.

It was a painful silence without a single jeer.

「Behold the body of Her Grace. Because you did not remain devoted, she felt so sorry for all of you poor souls that will go to hell that she became haggard. She eats a mere three meals a day and her dining table has enough space to look empty.」

Altair smiles meekly at the enemy soldiers.

「If you don’t work, who do you think will prepare silk clothing and gold ornaments for Her Grace?」

Remia spreads her arms.

「But God’s incarnation is ever so merciful. If you swear to believe in the religion and offer everything to Her Grace once more, she says that you will be allowed to receive Altair’s favor again.」

There was a few seconds of silence――

Then, everything exploded.

There was angry yelling and shouting.

Arrows and catapults shoot relentlessly.

The castle gate opens and the enemy soldiers ――dressed in civilian clothes ―― rush out like an avalanche.

Orders from what appears to be the commanders of the South Yuguria regular army get sucked up and drowned out in the whirlpool of madness.

「They fell for it.」

Altair and Remia wouldn’t have provoked the citizens of their own accord.

It’s all going according to Leopolt’s plan.

The enemy soldiers charge, unable to control their emotions.

Altair and Remia are helped down ropes by the escort unit, escaping the turret before it gets demolished by the flood of enemies.

Of course, that won’t be enough to satisfy the enemy’s thirst for revenge and they charge at us next.

Their faces were warped with menace, like a pack of dangerous wild animals.

Logic went out of their minds as they did not maintain any kind of formation, relying purely on passion.

「Loose.」

A concise order was given, signalling the bow cavalry to rain down arrows.

Royal army archers and ballistae also synchronize their timing, adding on to the amount of projectiles.

「……so they had set their sights from the start.」

「It’s only natural when we’re luring the enemy.」

Soldiers whose spirits have been set ablaze by anger are strong.

Although they are amateurs, they are more than capable of taking down veteran warriors.

However, that ultimately only applies in close combat.

Burning spirits will not protect their heads from the barrage of arrows.

What will protect them are sturdy armor and steel shields, which they don’t have.

In other words, the result is a one-sided slaughter.

All firepower went towards the enemy’s charge.

Arrows, bolts, iron balls, cannonballs……a variety of missiles tear through and knock away the enemy soldiers.

「It’s literally hell.」

Such a comment slips out of my mouth inadvertently.

Soldiers who somehow manage to survive the hell are obstructed by a forest of diagonally-aligned spears.

They have a high enough morale to run past. They also have the will.

The only things they lack are equipment and numbers. It is not a decline in spirit that causes a charge to fail, it is simply a reduction of troop count.

「Commence the march.」

Leopolt’s awfully calm voice triggers the counterattack.

No matter how motivated the enemy is, their army has lost too many soldiers.

They can no longer defend the fort.

「It’s our chance. Annihilate them!」

「They’re in plain clothes. We can’t distinguish them from citizens.」

「All of the people in this region are considered enemies. You don’t need to differentiate!」

Allied soldiers run toward the fortress.

And then we hear an unexpected report.

「A portion of the enemy is rioting! It looks like they are killing each other!」

「Are you kidding me?」

If there is friendly fire, then does that mean some of them answered Altair’s appeal?

「Fanatics……so a few of them were left.」

Perhaps their loyalty to Altair has permeated deep into their souls.

In any case, the fortress won’t hold if their army is split.

「Executing the defense of headquarters.」

Tikuku is beside me.

「It’s a melee. Don’t stray too far forward.」

「Understood. Nonaggressive defense, passive offense――」

A fist-sized rock hits Tikuku right in the forehead in mid-sentence.

「Damn pawns of Altair! How did that feel?」

It was a young enemy soldier who threw it.

He runs after confirming his hit.

Tikuku covers the spot with her hands while her head spins around and her eyes lock onto the enemy.

「Nonaggressive defense――Nonaggressive defense――kill, kill, kill.」

She dashes like she bounced on a spring.

It didn’t take long for Tikuku to catch up and slam him to the ground despite the enemy soldier having a head start.

She is quite full of emotions as a self-proclaimed automatic doll.

Even after burying the offender, she proceeds to viciously kill nearby soldiers.

Ripping enemy soldiers in half at the stomach with your appearance is quite frightening.

What happened to the nonaggressive defense?

Regardless, this battle is settled.

At the end of battle, there are……no prisoners.

Aside from the ones who committed friendly fire, everyone else fought until their last breath.

「Explain yourself.」

I question Leopolt in front of Altair and Remia.

I heard about the plan involving the flag, but not about these two being summoned from Rafen.

「Provocation via the flag will work only for one battle. However, these individuals are engraved into the hearts of the people. Even if they know it’s a trap, I can trust these two to induce the enemies to rampage and lose their composure. Furthermore, it has been confirmed that they can cause friendly fire. If more people still believe in these two, then greater chaos will――」

「Not that.」

I interrupt unhappily.

Both of these ladies belong to me.

I’m blaming him for calling them without permission and exposing them to danger.

Moreover, this strategy is emotionally straining for them.

「Fuunnyi…… so tired.」

「It looks like we were able to resolve things as peacefully as possible…… to think their faith would wane so much in such a short period of time.」

The two of them don’t seem very concerned.

And Leopolt is acting strange.

「I acted on my own this time. However, it is necessary for my plan, and if I consider the next battle――」

He is talking too much.

Normally, he would reply succinctly with “it was required for victory”, or “go ahead and get angry, punish me if you have to” or something along those lines.

Leopolt and I look each other in the eyes.

……I see.

I lift my Dual Crater and then swing it down on a desk beside me, smashing it to bits.

「You damn idiot! Acting on your own!」

The resounding bellow reaches Celia and Myla, who both hop like rabbits.

Cheers of victory from the allied soldiers paused briefly.

「If you do it again, I’ll chop your head off! That goes for the rest of you as well!」

I direct my anger at Leopolt first, followed by Altair and Remia.

Obviously, I try to be as mild as I can to the girls, but to no avail, as Remia’s entire body stiffens nervously and Altair wails. I’ll have to check on them later.

「……I will bear it in mind. Now then, regarding future strategies.」

「What’s done is done. Continue what you’re doing.」

Leopolt bows deeply and takes his leave.

Steadily, the soldiers begin to grow rowdy again.

「S-so scary……I thought I was going to piss myself.」

「I was thinking how weird it was for Hardlett-sama to use such peculiar women…… so it was actually Leopolt-sama.」

「It happens a lot, huh…… even though he can get killed at any point.」

Everything is based on Leopolt’s rationale.

He knew that it would have a potentially bad effect on the morale of other soldiers and nobles if I was connected to an unknown religion even if it was part of strategy. That’s why Leopolt acted independently and made it appear like I had no knowledge of it.

I walk as though I was still furious and enter Leopolt’s room.

「Do you have something else to say?」

It’s the usual Leopolt.

There is no trace of being shaken by my earlier burst of anger.

「I’ll say one thing.」

「It’s problematic to be opposed to putting women in risky situations.」

This guy is really ill-natured.

「This method will be effective throughout Altair. I’ll make some revisions to it for next time.」

「Are we advancing by using deception?」

That reminds me, he mentioned something about the other river.

「Please ask her for more details about that.」

The door opens and a single woman steps forward.

「Oh, Ivan――na?」

What kind of woman was Ivanna?

She was an extremely proud General of the Federation, disciplined, and someone who often strictly reprimanded anybody who violated the rules or acted disrespectfully――or so I thought.

「Fuwaah……what do you want?」

Her hair is disheveled like she just woke up and her uniform, which was loosened up to the second button, is buttoned up incorrectly.

Her pants are full of wrinkles……and her shoes are on the wrong feet.

「There’s no more alcohol…… and no gambling house on the battlefield…… it’s so boring. And it’s still noon, so why did you wake me up……?」

What happened to her?

Protagonist: Aegir Hardlett. 25 years old. Autumn.

Status: Goldonia Kingdom Margrave. Great Feudal Lord of Eastern Area. Mountain Legend.

Friend of the Dwarves. Friend of the King of Aless. Dragon Slayer Hero.

Elf Mediator. Sex King of White City.

Condition (Lower Half: Anomaly)

Subordinates:

Myla (commander), Celia (assistant), Irijina (commander), Luna (commander)

Gido (ー), Pochi (reinstated), Leopolt (staff officer A), Tristan (staff officer B), Agor (commander)

Yakov (commander), Mack (military engineer), Jim (anguish), Christoph (penal unit captain!), Guigue (penal unit officer)

Altair (evil God), Remia (evil God’s subordinate)

Others:

Sekrit (laughing fit), Ivanna (corrupted), T-99 (nonaggressive defense), Brynhildr (ー)

Natia (research), Felteris (volunteer), Ijaris (satisfied), Yularen (satisfied)

Annette (pump and dump), Piris (house arrest), Baroness Rukino Escaote (nursing), Seika (angry), Naesys (playing), Nasis (playing), Busco (plotting)

Zillia (relieved)

Army – Southern Goldonia

Under Protagonist:

Escort Unit: 55

Infantry: 4500

Cavalry: 540

Archers: 580

Cannoneers: 360

Bow Cavalry: 7100

Independent Celia Squad: 400

Conscripts + Security Unit: 9700

Cannons: 40, Large Cannons: 21, Dwarven Cannons: 15, Field Artillery: 15, Chariots: 35

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Reinforcements / Allied Forces

105 Army Corps: 3700

New Penal Unit: 400

God Altair’s Army: 50

Fleet

Battleship Suvorov, Battleship Aless of Aless, and others: All grounded.

Transport Ships: 20

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Ally Forces:

Western Front:

Royal Army: 39 000

Conscripts: 46 000

Eastern Front: ???

Enemy Force: Regular Soldiers: 20 000?

Conscripts: 40 000+++

Cavalry Army: 10 000??

???: ⇒ ?

National Volunteer Corps: ⇒ ∞

Assets: -10 000 gold

Sexual Partners: 795, children who have been born: 69 + 567

Current Location: within the city of Tortoent