When Able received the news and rushed to him, he felt as if he had been beaten stupid on the head.

"Meta... Marshal...... Is she really dead? "Abel is desperate, it is basic not to abuse prisoners in wartime, not to mention that this is still a princess, and she hung up directly!

I knew that I let that stunned young man block it, how can I do it now?!

Sure enough, there is no good thing to stay by the emperor's side, which kind person can let him return to the army? He no longer secretly complained that the marshal let them go out for a run below zero.

"She wants to kill me." Garcia understated, "Let's go, there's no point in her living." Tell Your Majesty about this, and it won't do anything to you. ”

Abel was so entangled that he immediately ordered someone to report the matter to His Majesty, and then collect the scene.

Ivy looked at Garcia's thoughtful appearance and asked, "Does the marshal think something is wrong?" ”

Garcia pinched his fingertips and said lightly: "I think they have some misunderstanding of His Majesty." ”

Ivy: "......? ”

Misunderstand? What misconception? What is there to misunderstand about the idle virtue of your own majesty?

Garcia smiled, didn't say anything more, and turned to go out.

It's a strange thing.

Grass tore up the peace agreement, and the preferred point of attack was actually the most heavily defended Grimm Fortress in the Nostra Empire, where some of the most elite troops in the empire were stationed, and the perennial General Nan Xi was known as the first person under the marshal, known as the prestige.

And...

Garcia frowned, this war came suddenly, even she sent a temporary message to the palace when she was defending against the first round of attacks.

However, on the battlefield, there were no generals who were the best in Grasse, only a few straw bales on paper.

The time is wrong, the place is wrong, the role is wrong.

In the evening, they went to the station of Cole, and Able had already arranged the room.

"Marshal." Ida quietly came to the door of Garcia's room and knocked on the door, looking very serious.

Garcia was sitting on the couch reading papers, the door of the room was open, beckoning her in.

"How?" Garcia folds the virtual workbench.

"I ordered people to search the entire Imperial City, and in the end I only found a little residual blood in a remote prison in the Imperial Palace." There was a hint of unbearability in Ada's expression, "... It is General Cutton and General Abraham, and the remaining amount of blood is too small, and further analysis and comparison are needed, but it is estimated that it is the other generals. ”

Garcia didn't speak for a long time: "How long has it been?" ”

"The amount of blood is too small to be accurately judged, but it is preliminarily determined that it is before the start of the war."

No wonder. Garcia closed his eyes.

These are all generals who have made great achievements on the battlefield, if they lead the troops, no matter how talented Garcia is, he will not be able to defeat the eight million troops of the Glass Empire in just five days, let alone come and go freely near the capital star of Grasse in the second half of the war, and fall into a no-man's land.

"A bunch of trash." Garcia said coldly, I don't know if he was scolding Glass's group of nobles who were eating vegetarian meals, or scolding the army generals who were still full of foolishness and loyalty when they were dying.

Ida was silent, and as a fellow soldier in the army, she naturally inevitably felt a trace of sadness.

It's okay, it's okay. She thought silently, fortunately, His Majesty will only cause trouble, and he is not interested in a dime in history, and there is no real piece of snow crystal fruit cake yet.

Only at this time, she was glad that her majesty was a waste of firewood.

"Check it out." Garcia said in a deep voice, "It's not that simple, the emperor of Glass will not order the execution of a general in private unless his brain is in water." ”

These people are all highly praised existence among the masses, and there are many people in the Notras Empire who compare her with those people, and they can't hide it at all when they are suddenly executed, let alone give an explanation to the people.

But it was still on the eve of the war, when they were needed most, as if it had been determined that no one would talk about it again after the war.

Garcia pondered, did he know in advance that the war would be lost? So why provoke?

She should be a fart when the princess spoke, and Emperor Grasse was carried away by power and not washed out of his head by water.

"Marshal," Ada reminded on the side, "do you want to tell Your Majesty about this?" ”

"Say, why don't you say it?" Garcia snorted, "It's probably no different if you just say it or not, you write a report and hand it in tomorrow." ”

"Yes." Ada nodded and stepped back.

Garcia sat in the empty room, behind her, the communicator flashing through the cracks of the sofa, and she pulled it out, the screen unfolding in mid-air, and the Empress was yawning sleepily under the covers.

“…… Your Majesty," Garcia was helpless, "do you have to listen to the scene?" ”

"I'm just curious about the hero's end...... Ha! It's ironic that General Abraham once said that I was just a yellow-haired girl, and in the blink of an eye, my bones were gone. The Empress wrapped herself lazily, a mocking smile on her exposed face.

Garcia frowned, faintly unbearable, and was seen by her sharp eyes: "Do you actually have compassion?" Marshal? Against enemy generals? ”

Garcia was silent for two seconds, and said slowly: "They are all people in the same way......"

The empress sneered: "Which way is it? Marshal, your knowledge of yourself is too inadequate. She raised her eyebrows triumphantly, as if she was proud of what she knew about Garcia.

"They are tamed eagle dogs, and you are the soul of hell."