The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1191

Chapter 1191 – All for Me

The general was also clearly surprised. He had not received any prior communication about me joining the action. It was only upon contact that he suddenly felt a resonance of the same aura, discovering that the Saintess was actually within the motorcade.

Initially, upon seeing this scattered, ragtag army, he felt insulted. They had traveled a great distance with their most elite troops, yet the Lord of the City of Cando had ordered them to escort a rabble to rescue a small town.

Therefore, the general immediately began speaking in the Gothic language reserved for nobles, his tone cold and arrogant, displaying an attitude of disdain. However, in truth, there was little to admire, until he discovered the Saintess was with this group.

The Knight Captain was immediately met with a cold shoulder. He was already seething with anger, and now to see the general not even glance at him but instead look at his own army with a surprised expression.

He did not believe that his rabble was anything noteworthy enough to elicit surprise from this Holy Roman Empire officer. The only possibility was that the other party was surprised by their disarray and weakness.

If it weren’t for the helmet mask, the Knight Captain’s face would surely have turned black. Compared to the Holy Roman Empire army opposite them, his subordinates were indeed a bit lacking.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the Holy Roman Empire officer turned back. The surprise from earlier flashed and vanished, and he returned to his previous serious expression. However, his tone softened, and he switched to Latin: “Let us discuss the actions for later. First, let’s confirm the marching route.”

Classical Latin was an older language than Gothic, originating as the court language of the Roman Empire. Because it was more widely used in writing various ancient texts and sacred scriptures, it was a mandatory language for nobles and transcendent beings.

This was also a characteristic of this world. Since transcendent beings often had to read and study ancient texts, and even the script itself carried power, many ancient languages and scripts that should have been lost continued to be circulated and used by the upper class in this era.

Castilian was one of the languages in the Latin family. Most educated nobles in the Iberian Peninsula could understand Latin. Although the general could not speak Castilian, speaking Classical Latin meant that the other party could at least understand him, which was also a sign of respect.

“Hmm? Oh, okay. Please look at the map…” The Knight Captain did not understand why the other party’s attitude suddenly became respectful, but at least they showed an intention to cooperate. He had initially thought the other party would not discuss anything, and might even demand that he obey their orders.

But now, the Holy Roman Empire general was seriously discussing tactics with him, even planning troop deployment and engagement tactics against monsters.

The Knight Captain had already prepared for them to go their separate ways and for each to fight their own battles when encountering enemies. He did not expect the Holy Roman Empire general to discuss tactics with him so seriously.

The general even considered their combat strength. He proposed that since the mission was only to escort reinforcements and relieve the siege, the more defensively strong Holy Roman Empire soldiers would form the outer formation, while the Cando City soldiers would stay in the inner formation, only needing to fire outwards when engaging.

This made the Knight Captain feel somewhat disgraced. After all, discussing tactics specifically required admitting their side’s weakness. However, the Knight Captain clearly understood that their weaker combat power was an objective fact, and blindly pretending otherwise would only lead to greater losses.

At this moment, the general suddenly seemed to bring it up casually: “Those carriages over there, are they your supply materials? And who are those people sitting in them?”

“Ah, those are the doctors from the medical team. Because I was worried about the Cando City soldiers suffering many casualties after resisting for days, I specifically brought some doctors to support them,” the Knight Captain’s heart skipped a beat.

He had not forgotten that Parul, who had been brought into the army, was in the medical team. Now that the other party had noticed them, would there be any unforeseen complications?

“So they are all doctors. Then they are not combatants, yet they are very important. How about this, let’s arrange them in the middle and rear of the formation. I will be at the front, which will be the safest, and I can protect them if anything happens,” the general said.

“Okay, this arrangement is very suitable.” Although the Knight Captain instinctively felt that the other party might have other intentions, his proposed arrangement was reasonable, and it was difficult for them to refuse given their disadvantaged position.

What neither of them knew was that after their long mutual probing disguised as genuine conversation, the person they both cared about was the same – me.

And now, I had released a fly that flew to their ears, eavesdropping on their conversation. I could only find their arrangements both amusing and frustrating.

However, I could not speak out now, so I could only let the two of them seriously discuss tactics and marching routes.

Beside them, the doctors were still discussing them with great interest. One soldier asked: “The difference in strength between the two armies feels so huge. Is the Holy Roman Empire that strong?”

“Heh, don’t be fooled by appearances. Those are reinforcements sent by the Holy Roman Emperor, representing their prestige. They’ve sent elites. We’re just a militia group from a small baron. How can we compare?” Amelia sneered.

“You haven’t been to the Holy Roman Empire. The various lords, big and small, there are truly chaotic. Many small country lords have weaker militias than ours. Quite a few small lords rely on mercenaries to maintain order.”

“Have you been to the Holy Roman Empire?” a doctor asked curiously. Seeing Amelia speak as if she knew it like the back of her hand, she seemed to know the Holy Roman Empire very well.

“Yes, I have. I went to Vienna in the Kingdom of Austria and Prague in the Kingdom of Bohemia to exchange medical knowledge. The scenes there were also very novel,” Amelia said.

From my conversations with the Princess and the general, as well as the knowledge I gained from books, I had learned about the complex political system within the Holy Roman Empire.

Everyone only followed the Emperor as their common suzerain. Internally, there were various nobles with real power, territories of different churches, allied states, free cities, and even entities like commercial republics and trade alliances.

Being an emperor in a republic was already absurd enough. Having a republic beneath the emperor was even more peculiar. The crucial point was that this was not unique to the Holy Roman Empire; similar affiliated republics existed in Tsarist Russia and the North Sea Empire.

Describing the Holy Roman Empire as loose sand or shattered glass would be most fitting. The Holy Roman Emperor, as the head of state, felt more like a leader of a martial arts alliance. However, due to the complex familial ties among these nobles, it became even more chaotic.

Traveling in such a complex and diverse country naturally offered many novel sights and experiences. Amelia shared quite a bit, but her main focus was on the Holy Roman Empire’s medical practices. She mentioned that there was a unique medical technique in the Holy Roman Empire that allowed for mechanical transplantation into the human body.