Civil Servant in a Romance Fantasy - Chapter 362

362 – Identification of Fellowship – 1

The Barandiga tribe, who had reached the frontlines, left the frontlines shortly after. A little boy who wears a belt on Sunday morning will be more relaxed than them.

But the Barandiga tribe’s Belturi was enough to shock the other tribes. Until now, the Barandiga tribe, which had been treated as a neutral camp, fled the front immediately after contact with the Empire’s envoy. This means that even the Barandiga tribe has turned to the pro-empire.

Although the Barandiga tribe’s armed forces are not enough to shake a single frontline, let alone lead the battle, the symbolism of being the only priest is at the level of encompassing the northern region. Rather, he is a person with an authority that equals or surpasses the khan in terms of faith.

“The Kyrgia tribe has surrendered. They bowed their heads in fear of the enemy’s blade, but now that they know the will of the sky, they say they want to serve the empire.”

“The Birth tribe has disarmed. They offered 500 horses in hopes of a lenient treatment.”

The Kaitana tribe, which boasted a considerable size, and the Barandiga tribe, the center of faith. As the named tribes surrendered to the empire one after another, other tribes also quickly put their heads on. Seeing as they surrendered before the Empire even made contact, it must have been quite urgent.

Before Barandi joined, he would have thought that showing his will to surrender to the Empire and simply not being hostile would be enough. To be honest, Jeon Seung-gong and I thought so too. It’s good for nomads like dogs to be quiet.

However, as more and more magnates bow down to the Empire, the Empire does not have to wait for other tribes to surrender. Rather than waiting for the bus to be full, it is enough to pick up only the necessary customers and leave.

That’s why the tribes that were waiting for the Empire’s envoys rushed in unison. If you move slowly for no reason and the bus door closes, you will die as it is.

“The chieftain of the Dighera tribe has contacted Marshal Rabir Ze. He has asked the tribe to have mercy on him by offering him his own head.”

There was even a situation where the tribes that were engaged in battle with the Imperial Army surrendered on the front lines.

‘Faith is important.’

It’s amazing. The Dighera tribe continuously showed their faces on the front line from the beginning of the war, and after the Barandiga tribe appeared on the front line, they launched a fiercer offensive. Judging by the appearance of the priest, it must have been a religious tribe.

However, the priest surrendered to the Empire. The faith buff that raised morale was enough to turn into a debuff of despair, and in the end, the Diggera tribal chief surrendered to the empire alone. He must have thought that he had fought for his faith until now, but it was only natural that that faith was embraced by the Empire.

“The sins of the Dighera tribe are not small, but they realized their sins and surrendered to Heaven’s mandate. I will end the punishment of the Dighera tribe chief by handing over the position of chieftain to my son and living in isolation.”

“Yes, sir. I will pass it on.”

After bowing his head at the verdict of Jeon Seung-gong, he held the communication tool. Although the punishment given to those who inflicted considerable damage on the Imperial Army is very lenient, Chief Dighera is the first of the main battle tribes to surrender. It shows tolerance and is enough to be used as an advertising tower.

Now, the tribes that will be embraced by the Empire are not only surrenderists and neutral camps. Among the main propagators, the religious tribe will fall into a state of confusion, and whenever their heads are complicated, they will think of the Dighera tribe and have a glimmer of hope.

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‘Thanks to that, things are getting easier. Thank you.’

It was such a positive battle situation that I thanked the eternal blue sky. In the case of the Kaitana tribe, even if there was no eternal blue sky, there would have been quite a few tribes who surrendered to the empire, but it is undeniable that the size and time greatly accelerated with the joining of the Barandiga tribe.

Because of the spirit and stigma of the eternal blue sky, the priest was recruited, and the priest led a part of the north. It is true that although the opportunity to obtain the sin and stigmata was not very pleasant, it was helped.

– … ….

But it’s strange. When I express my gratitude, the gentleman who will secretly boast and joke is speechless.

What is it? Did the fairies get a hold of your hair? Then I’m not in a position to talk.

– Strange…

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the answer came back.

– No response from the priest…

But I almost tilted my head at those words. I already knew that priests couldn’t fulfill their role, but now priests are in a situation where they have seen something new. According to the claims of eternal blue skies, something must change.

– Right now, there are no temples in the north and no sacred objects, so priests don’t look like priests, but if you look at the sacred objects, things will change! You will know that I am still in this world and will worship hard? Then, power will come to me too, and I can use that power to revive the World Tree!

Just before Barandi negotiated with the tribe, when asked what would happen if he handed over the divine object to the priest, the Eternal Blue Sky answered in a voice full of anticipation and excitement.

After hearing that, he proudly disclosed the sacred object to the priest and even declared the transfer. He thought that doing so would allow the Barandiga tribe to join the Empire, and he would regain true faith and help the Eternal Blue Sky.

Unfortunately, however, it seems that the priest only joined the Empire.

– This can’t be like this? If you are a priest, no matter how insignificant a priest may be… It is impossible to not react when you see a sacred object…

The pitiful muttering of the eternal blue sky’s voice resounded in my head.

To be honest, from my point of view, the surrender of the Barandiga tribe was enough, but the panicked eternal blue sky made it impossible to ignore. Isn’t it thanks to the eternal blue sky that I was able to comfortably surrender Barandiga? Eating and bouncing is not the right thing to do.

‘Over there. Maybe-‘

– Why? Why? Do you have any ideas?

When I spoke carefully, the eternal blue sky responded desperately.

Seeing such a reaction, I couldn’t bear to say what I was thinking, but I gathered my courage and said it. At least you have to clearly know the cause, so you can think of a solution or not.

‘Are you sure you don’t know that it’s a god thing?’

– Huh?

I felt ashamed at the voice asking me what the hell he was talking about. But it’s not entirely a possibility.

‘Can a priest who is not doing his job recognize a divine object? It’s something that even the gods didn’t know about until I took it out of the scabbard.’

If he was a sincere person, he would have been able to detect that he was a god, or at least he would have observed it closely.

But the priest just looked at the sacred object that had been placed on his table. Come to think of it, I didn’t even touch it. At that time, since he was a high priest himself, it was possible to grasp with the naked eye—I thought, but I just skipped it. I couldn’t see it anyway, so I only saw it with my own eyes.

Anyway, the eternal blue sky was silent for a long time at that shocking possibility.

– …Do you want to be a priest? There are stigmata and there are sour things. I think you’re more religious than him.

The words I barely uttered seemed to be quite out of order somewhere.

‘I will decline.’

That day, I learned for the first time that God also cries.

I didn’t really want to know.

***

Now it seems that the tribe that is moving is almost moving. Giving more time than this would be overkill.

“Barandiga also surrendered.”

Muttered as he threw his neck back. He, his apostle and high priest, and countless priests die, the only surviving priest.

Chief Barandiga, the only priest, only asserted that he was a priest, but extremely refrained from external activities, so it was difficult to properly grasp his disposition. I wondered if I would face the empire as a priest or seek safety.

Now that question has been resolved. The priest of the sky god bowed his head at the imperial mandate. Those who still have faith in their hearts are more likely to follow the priest.

‘Separation is over.’

I finally unraveled the jumbled skeins. He was finally able to separate the different threads.

In the past, I tried to make a work by weaving different threads, but the materials that failed to make are nothing more than trash. Garbage that needs to be picked up as much as possible.

“Dear Khan.”

“Ah, let’s get out.”

I woke up at the sound of a voice outside. Now that the separation is over, it’s time to get into action.

As I went out of the barracks, Kesik, who called me, bowed his head. And after that, warriors mounted on horses covered the garrison.

“Have you all gathered?”

At that, the warriors in the lead got off their horses and fell to their knees.

“Solgo Urema of the Chaujid tribe accepts the Khan’s call with one thousand three hundred warriors!”

“Gadan Tabudai of the Kiulaya tribe accepts the Khan’s call with eight hundred warriors!”

“Mongke, the het of the Lair tribe, accepts the Khan’s call with seven hundred warriors!”

“Mandava Thebaka of the Thoririr tribe accepts the Khan’s call with a thousand warriors!”

After that, close to ten chieftains bowed their heads and shouted. For the battle with the Empire, those who endured for three years just for this day shouted under the sky.

“Hakalan Dashan, along with five thousand keshiks, awaits the khan’s command.”

I nodded at the last report and stepped forward.

Over 10,000 troops. It’s a shabby figure compared to the number I forcibly gathered, let alone the days when I ran across the meadow under his command in the past, but this army is united for one purpose.

“I won’t say much.”

I pulled out a sword tied to my waist. Towards the warriors who believed in me and gathered, towards the sky looking down on us.

“I, Gaar Udesr Dorgon, will stand before you. I will run before you until our breath stops and the gods die.”

Yes, no need for long words. It’s not cool to talk about phrases and phrases in this place. Talking for a long time in front of those who have already prepared for everything and gathered is an insult to that resolution.

“Let’s go. To show the roar of the north to the serfs in the south.”

The warriors drew their swords in unison. Shamans raised it instead of a staff.

“””Dorgon! Dorgon! Dorgon!”””

A loud cry echoed through the garrison.

Anyway, these bastards didn’t seem to stick to the name Khan until the very end.

‘Idiots.’

Actually, me too.