Vol 1 Chapter 13 (1/2)
Volume 1 Chapter 13: How to act like a smart aleck
Before he could finish, Tu’s words were drowned out by Ney’s yell and the 3 bowed simultaneously before excusing themselves.
“Though I’m quite unhappy at being interrupted… Seeing them fired up is good. Time for me to prepare as well.”
The plan was about to begin and the ‘chisel’ to smash the ‘rock’ has been prepared…
“Grouchy… Grouchy… Grouchy… Come quickly d.a.m.n it…” After the meeting ended, Tu had been pacing in his room. Every second seemed to make victory one step further.
— Ah how I wish I could hug the G.o.ddess of victory right now.
Such insane thoughts kept floating in his mind.
“Your majesty… The 300 sets you wanted… Austrian military uniforms… Have been prepared… In the main hall!” Grouchy huffed and puffed as he pushed the door open– No, slammed it open.
Tu heaved a sigh of relief. This sort of waiting was terrible to bear, and it felt like the sword of Damocles was floating atop his head. But now that Grouchy was here, the sword would be gone…
“Did you get the trading permits which the central feudal lords signed with the southern feudal lords?” Tu hurriedly asked without giving pause to Grouchy.
“Gu…”
“Quick, stop drinking water.” Tu forcefully pulled down Grouchy’s hand which held the water flask and Grouchy could only show his unhappiness on his face.
“Ah… Your majesty, of course I did. When did I ever fail to complete the missions your majesty a.s.signed me?”
“Good, leave the uniforms here. Now pick 300 men from my personal guard and have them gather at the backdoor of the Palais. When you’re done, hand the permits to Lannes and the rest.
“Pick a number of people and take side routes to get to the destination after Lannes sets off and meet up with him. Remember, don’t bother giving the permits yourself. Time is of the essence.”
“Pick people… Hand over permits… Gather. Yes, your majesty!”
Tu’s string of orders, and his tremendously serious face made Grouchy nervous but he quickly recovered and left after giving a salute.
“His majesty is really impatient huh…” Grouchy muttered as he left.
“Now is time for the act.” Tu took down the Joysword from the sword rack and walked out of the room, his next destination was–
— The garden, it’s time for my performance.
Today was strange, the guards a.s.signed to herself had increased and they kept a close watch on her, such that her past freedom was completely curtailed.
— It feels like I’m actually in a prison now, though this prison has the luxurious cover of a palace…
Dawn’s mood was terrible today be cause she stepped out of her room only to find dozens of guards waiting for her. They were fully armed and greatly restricted her movements– It was utterly dreadful.
“Looks like something big is happening… Even a prisoner like myself who has nothing has to be kept under such a close watch.”
Dawn could only lie on the big silk bed and think of what might have happened but couldn’t think of anything and rolled about, making her long golden hair twirl about on the bed.
…
Just like that, time pa.s.sed.
*Dong*…
*Da* *Da* *Da*…
Sounds like a door opening and hurried footsteps.
“Gr…”
These m.u.f.fled voices seems like that of the king. The doors weren’t shut tight. How careless was he? Dawn really couldn’t understand how such a person could have won.
“Forget it, no point thinking about this. Guards, I’m going to the garden to see the flowers! This is something your king permitted me!”
Dawn’ agitation grew, and for some reason she seemed to be in high spirits at the thought that the she was now a great distance away from the palace in Vienna, and she wished that these days would continue.
But that wouldn’t be likely. France would definitely trade her away.
“Alright, miss. Please come with us.”
Probably only the flowers understood her.
…
As Dawn was admiring the flowers, a rus.h.i.+ng figure caught her attention. It was the king again. Ever since she heard the long speech he delivered, her interest in him grew, and she wanted to know more about him.
(TL: This is the only time when talking about politics nets you a girl…)
Dawn couldn’t help but to stare at Tu. This was something unprecedented. Ever since Dawn entered the palace in Vienna, she had never paid attention to a man…
— Her fixation was almost like that of an artist to the model the artist was painting a portrait of.
He looks pretty good in a military uniform and a sabre by his side…
Eh… He’s wearing… Isn’t that the Austrian uniform for generals?
— How did he get Austrian military uniforms?
— What is he going to do?