Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 27: The Genius of Strategy
“How should we deploy our forces, Lord?”
A soldier asked as he watched the monitor displaying the battlefield map.
The man he addressed as “Lord” was intently studying the screen.
The one relaying his orders to the troops—purely a figurehead in command structure—was a man named Argo.
A civil officer in his forties with an impressive beard, he had long served as the Lord’s voice on the battlefield.
While Argo was indeed a capable commander, his role was not assigned to him solely based on merit. It was also something he had earnestly desired.
He trembled with excitement.
Serving the imperial family was considered one of the greatest honors in the empire.
Yet, Argo’s devotion was not born of mere faith in the empire.
Of course, he was loyal to his country.
But what truly moved his heart was something beyond loyalty—something closer to fanatical devotion to the Lord.
(Ah… It’s been so long since I last witnessed Lord’s battlefield genius. To see it again… this is bliss.)
He was ecstatic.
His first experience of the Lord’s brilliance had been during the war with the EU.
That war had already lasted five years, grinding to a stalemate.
Then came a royal tactician, sent to break the deadlock.
A mere ten-year-old child.
Argo had thought it was a joke.
Entrusting command to a kid who wasn’t even old enough to be called a “young man”? A complete mockery of warfare.
He assumed the boy would suffer a humiliating defeat and be forced to relinquish command.
Or worse, he feared the blame would fall on him instead.
Reluctantly, he had gone to meet the young Lord, feeling nothing but dread.
But his perception was overturned in an instant.
Flashback: The Lord’s First Battle
“Move Alpha unit to Point A-21. Bravo unit, to A-32.”
“What…!? But there are no enemies in those locations.”
“They’re there. An ambush. Around… eight… no, ten of them.”
The map displayed the known enemy and allied forces.
Allied troops were fully mapped and divided into five units: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, and Echo.
Enemy positions, however, were only those detected and confirmed.
(Hmph. What could a ten-year-old brat possibly understand about war?)
Argo seethed internally.
A battle that should have been his to command had been taken from him by royal authority.
Moreover, this particular royal had an unusual background.
The Emperor had conceived the boy with a second-class citizen.
At first, he hadn’t even acknowledged the child.
But then, for reasons unknown, he suddenly did.
A prince out of nowhere.
Perhaps that was why he was so quickly thrown onto the battlefield.
Argo had assumed the boy was simply meant to die in combat.
Still, command belonged to this child now.
So, with a heavy sigh, he relayed the orders.
“This is Alpha. We’ve spotted the enemy! Engaging now!”
“What!?”
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The boy’s “fantasy” had become reality.
“This is Bravo! Alpha has engaged the enemy! We’ll provide support! Looks like we can flank them!”
“S-seriously…?”
In mere minutes, the ten-man EU KOG unit was wiped out.
They had lain in ambush, but the battle had begun before they could act.
Then, as if that wasn’t enough, double the force hit them from behind.
They were obliterated in an instant.
“M-Magnificent…”
(A coincidence? No, that’s impossible. How…? How does he know the enemy’s movements?)
Doubt gnawed at Argo, but he continued following the Lord’s orders.
Every single command was flawless.
Every move was swift, precise, and resulted in total victory.
“This… this is unreal…”
The enemy lines crumbled.
Before them lay the enemy stronghold.
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Surrounded on all sides, the opposing army surrendered without resistance.
“This is Delta. We have secured the enemy headquarters! They have surrendered. What are your orders?”
“Treat them with dignity. As prisoners of war.”
“Y-yes, my Lord!”
A frontline deadlock that had lasted a month—broken in a single day.
Not a single loss.
A perfect series of victories.
It was as if he could see everything on the battlefield.
As if he knew the enemy’s every intention.
This battle would later be called the proof of his “Future Sight”—a term used to describe a victory already determined by fate itself.
The EU never found a way to challenge the future the Lord had already seen.
This was the beginning.
The first battle of Lord Asgard—the devil’s mind that decided the fate of the ten-year-long EU War.
The most feared royal strategist in history.
“I’m going to rest for a bit. The rest is up to you, Argo.”
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“Yes, my Lord!”
Argo saluted sharply.
At some point, all resentment had left him.
He saluted the Lord not out of duty, but out of true respect and awe—like one would salute an emperor.
That day, he had witnessed something beyond human.
The pinnacle of strategic brilliance.
Even the way the Lord treated prisoners with dignity—he was noble, a true gentleman.
And yet, he was just a ten-year-old child.
Barely older than Argo’s own son.
“Now then, report the status of our units.”
“This is Alpha! Our casualties… none! If we resupply our ammunition and KOG energy, we are ready to continue fighting!”
“Well done! Excellent work!”
(Even in such an intense battle, having an entire unit without any casualties is incredible.)
Although some minor injuries and ammunition replenishment were necessary, the overall outcome was outstanding—zero casualties.
Argo thought the unit commander deserved a reward. He believed it was due to the excellence of the troops, but the next report made him pale.
“This is Bravo… No casualties here either!”
“What!?”
“This is Delta… We also… have no casualties…”
“Huh!?”
“T-This is Charlie! Zero casualties!”
“No way…”
“Echo also has no casualties…”
One after another, the units reported their status.
Yet, not a single one had taken losses. No deaths.
Argo had never seen such a thing in all his time on the battlefield, nor did he believe it was even possible.
It was like winning a game of chess without losing a single piece.
Such a feat could only be achieved deliberately, and Argo couldn’t even begin to fathom its difficulty.
He understood that the only way this could happen was if the skill gap between the two sides was as vast as that between a professional and an amateur chess player.
Yet, the enemy commander was no amateur—he had held the line for a month. A seasoned strategist.
That meant Lord’s skill level far surpassed even that.
Argo trembled.
He had already thought Lord was exceptional, but now he realized—Lord was beyond anything he could comprehend.
That was when it began.
Like a fanatic worshiping their idol.
Like a devout believer in their god.
Argo started to revere Lord as if he were divine.
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“Yes, let’s encircle them slowly. Leave an opening at Point B leading to C. Redirect those forces to Point E instead.”
“May I ask the reason?”
“I’m not a sadistic murderer. I’ll at least give civilians a way to escape. Once we deal with the resistance, they can become third-class citizens.”
“Understood! Your benevolence is truly admirable!”
Argo relayed Lord’s orders.
Leaving an escape route was an act of mercy—allowing civilians to flee the battlefield.
The resistance, which had framed Ymir’s murder on them, had to be eliminated. But Lord had no intention of slaughtering ordinary people.
However, there was another reason behind this move.
And just like a noose tightening ever so slowly, an inescapable defeat closed in on Kenya and his allies.
…
“Isshin-san! The entire slum is surrounded now…!”
“What about the evacuation!?”
“The evacuation… seems to be going smoothly? I’m not sure, but it’s progressing!”
A soldier overseeing the evacuation reported via radio that it was proceeding without issue.
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“I see…”
(A trap? But I heard the Second Prince is an honorable man. Could this be intentional? But… they say he killed the princess? Kenya claimed he fled, but… damn it! I have no idea! Still—)
“Then we’ll break through with everything we have. The evacuation is likely fine!”
(If this ‘Lord’ is as capable as the rumors say… then the evacuation should be safe.)
“Understood!”
Isshin’s commands were precise.
He, too, was a brilliant commander—one of the most fearsome generals of the Japanese forces, having survived countless battles.
He made the best decision for the situation. The enemy had positioned their troops in a full encirclement.
Thus, the only way out was to concentrate all their strength in one breakthrough.
Kenya and the others followed his orders, attempting to break through a single point.
It was the best and fastest decision.
But precisely because it was the best decision—
“Why… is there so many of them here…?”
—There was no escaping Lord’s foresight.