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For the privileged class known as hereditary aristocrats, most of them always subconsciously wear tinted glasses.

Think of them as debauchery, weak, greedy people.

In fact, the nobles did not just enjoy themselves.

Especially the Holy Britannian Empire.

This is a country with extremely strict aristocratic system. It will never spend money to raise waste and will not be tolerant of those parasites at all.

Because Britania was originally a country that originated from the European monarchs.

A community formed after people who left their hometowns due to national turmoil came to the New World.

Therefore, the central department (the department that governs internal affairs, in short, like a cabinet) is extremely disgusted with that group of useless upper class people. Especially for the royal family that is above the nobles - those who are incapable will only destroy the country.

That is to say.

Although the nobles are privileged people, if they do not reflect their own value, they will not even be able to save their wealth and life.

Maybe this is one of the reasons why Britania is powerful.

Whether it is internal affairs or military affairs, it is almost a solid piece of law.

General Alex Bartre, who served as the chief of staff of the ruling army in the 11th District, was one of the privileged class.

He was originally a senior bureaucrat working in the Central Legal Affairs Bureau of his country. He was dispatched here using political means, but he was not a civilian who managed the internal affairs, but belonged to the army.

This can be said to be unfortunate for Bartra. Not to mention his internal management skills, he was originally a man who lacked military talent.

Since the Shinjuku Incident a few days ago, it is not said to be a military exercise to the outside world.

However, a major accident occurred during the exercise, and hundreds of soldiers were unfortunately sacrificed, including armored vehicles, fuselages and other armed resources, which could no longer be evaded by "mistakes". Not only did the media turn to public opinion, but even their country sent envoys to investigate the matter. If the handling is not done well...

"Apply for an interview with the Governor? Idiot! This is a military-controlled area! Terrorist activities are so rampant, and all deployments must be solved. Let the envoys of their country stay in the hotel for a few days first, and don't find a handle for him!"

In the office of the Governor's Office of the Tokyo Concession Center Department, General Bartre was yelling at the telephone and microphone.

"What!... The Governor's Office's policy is so general that it is difficult to act. Don't you feel it's too late to shirk responsibility now? The orders were very accurate from the beginning. Is there any problem with your ability to do things? OK? OK OK. I know, notify all departments to keep their mouths tight and implement them immediately!"

General Bartre hung up the phone heavily. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his bare head that was constantly sweating. His fat body couldn't help but tremble. It can be seen how much his mood fluctuated.

Someone spoke at this time.

"It seems to be very hard! General."

"Hmm? Oh, Murah."

The one who was introduced into the room by the secretary was a man wearing the same style of military uniform. His burly physique was not as fat as Bartree and his hair was not as sparse as him. The first impression he gave was a strong soldier.

His name is Kikelov Murah.

Director of the Central Military Barracks of the 11th District Ruler Army. When someone recommended his housekeeper, he reported his name.

"Did you notice the movements in Osaka? Recently, the ** movement has become more and more active."

"One after another, it's all troublesome. Murah, you have a responsibility to do things to this point."

Suddenly being blamed, Mura smiled and said:

"I'm really sorry. But I don't care about this."

"snort……"

Although General Bartre was a little unhappy, he asked Murah to sit on the sofa for the visitor.

As a return gift, Mura bowed politely.

"So, what's wrong with you here today? Are you watching me lively?"

"Haha, how could that happen?"

Although he had more or less this idea, Murah would not reveal it.

"General Bartre is His Highness Clovis' most trusted subordinate. Of course, some public opinion offensives are no problem."

"I don't welcome these compliments."

"I'm sorry for being rude. So let's get back to the point. Does the general have anything to say about this 'military exercise'?"

Upon hearing this, Bartre's face darkened.

"Are you questioning His Highness Clovis?"

"No, no, no, there is no such thing."

Murae shook her head a lot, exaggerated movements were the characteristics of this man.

"I have two main things here this time. The first thing is about the new white body when the Shinjuku Incident happened. I heard that it was the body to which Britannia Army belongs, but why did it attack my own people? Thanks to that body, many of my subordinates died."

Speaking of this, Murah sneered.

But Bartre breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't ask "that" it would be easy to say.

However, when he picked up the white body, he frowned and looked embarrassed.

This encirclement and suppression operation can be said to be completely defeated by the body, and what is most unintelligible and atrocious is that it is its own body.

It would be fine if he didn't say it, but when he said it, Bartre would be angry.

After taking a deep breath:

"The body is called Lancelot, which is a masterpiece of the special dispatch guide technical department. Although the chief of that department repeatedly submitted an application for experiments, I never agreed... I didn't expect it to have such a terrifying destructive power."

"Specially dispatched the technical department of the guide? If I remember correctly, it seems to be an independent department, and the command is in the hands of a major figure in the country."

Mura raised her eyebrows, understanding Bartre's embarrassment.

"Is it...whose toy from His Highness?"

"It is His Highness Clovis's brother, His Highness Sulnezel. To be honest, despite such a serious accident, I can only put the blame on the driver at most. As for the special mission, I can only say that I can do nothing."

Bartre exhaled a breath of turbid air, as if he had taken time to take all his strength.

"Anotherwise, if the plan on the other end of the security department had gone well, there would not have been such a big mistake! It was obvious that it was the order issued by His Highness Clovis, but because of their negligence, they put people into the Shinjuku slum area. If I had known that, I would have directly used the direct troops of the Governor's Office."

He scolded him for being so angry that he was so angry.

"You are right. The efficiency of the Director of the Security Bureau is to be questioned. With such a big accident, I don't know how many people will be unlucky this time. Maybe even His Highness Clovis will be implicated."

Mura nodded and said, he agreed with General Bartre's view. After all, when transferring secret research facilities, the security department itself had to participate in the prevention work. But it was not until the terrorists succeeded and they realized that they sent people to pursue them.

Is this a little slower reaction?

However, this is only a one-sided statement at best.

Secret research facilities must not be easily exposed, even people from the security department.

If the Director of the Security Bureau stepped down for this later, the responsibility would not be the only one.

More often than not, being regarded as a scapegoat.

It seemed that I understood what Murae meant. Bartre's face improved a little.

"I know what you are thinking. This is what Your Highness means, do you understand?"

He refers to the work of intelligence control.

"Of course, I understand Your Highness's painstaking efforts very much. But I can only declare this to the outside world, isn't that true?"

"Indeed, and he is definitely not the only one who has to be responsible for this accident. We must set up a model of strict law enforcement. As the director of the Central Military Barracks, you must set an example and find out the dereliction of duty. We need to have a 'big cleaning'. This is a good opportunity to block the mouths of our country's envoys. Do you know what this means? Murah?" Bartra said in a deep voice.

For only a moment, Murah's eyes lit up.

"I understand. Then, I am going to recommend someone to you. This is the second thing I have come here today. I hope you don't mind him. If this matter is left to him to deal with, I promise that I will never disappoint you."

"This opportunity is really good. It's too early to take the opportunity to install people, right?"

A trace of anger flashed through Bartrey's eyes.

"You misunderstood what I mean. I just recommend a capable subordinate to you as the director of the Central Military Barracks Bureau. To be honest, the reason I came this time was mostly because I listened to his opinion. He was thinking that the situation is not clear now, which is overwhelmingly unfavorable to the Britannian military. If the public opinion is not silenced as soon as possible, it will be extremely unfavorable to His Highness Clovis' rule. In addition, the envoys of our country are also very difficult. He is mostly from the CIA and directly obeys His Majesty the Emperor. Therefore, if a person is not dealt with properly, let alone us officials, even His Highness Clovis will face the risk of deposition."

The more Mura spoke, the more serious he became.

"...what is that person's name?"

General Bartre listened silently for a while, then asked.

"He comes from the Chinese Federation and is named Ling Yi. He is currently working for the Xiutanfelt family."

"Are the eight famous families? By the way, didn't you say he is your subordinate? Slowly, that's it, that's the same thing. You're playing with fire. If the Xiutanfelt family knew that the military sent agents to lurk at their homes, what do you think those people would think?"

"I know very well this, so all the agents who were installed in several families have been withdrawn. He is the only one who stays in the Sotanfelt family. I have destroyed all his internal information and claimed to be scientific researchers from overseas companies. Except for you, no third person knows it yet." Murah explained calmly.

"Hmph, don't underestimate the influence of the eight famous sects too much. If you really check it, do you think they really can't find any clues? However, your preparation is indeed very sufficient. There will be no danger of exposure for a while. Let him come to see me tomorrow-" Bartre snorted coldly and said to himself: "...It just so happens that the special mission is not convenient to communicate, so let him try it first. Although the driver's affairs are easy to solve, it will be bad if something similar happens in the future."

Murah still sat on the sofa and lowered her head respectfully.

"It's true that I am in a fool's opinion. General, you have considered this deep. I could only help you a little, so I took the liberty to disturb you."

"No. I am very grateful for your kindness... Besides, if the person you recommend can really help me, that would be a big help. To be honest, as me personally, I want to solve this matter as soon as possible, because Your Highness is very concerned about it."

These words are from the heart, and this may be Bartray's shortcomings.
To be continued...