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Chapter 57: A Half-Baked Strategy
“That idiot fell right into their trap, didn’t he?”
“What do you mean!?”
Lord stared at the battlefield through the monitor.
With the eyes of a strategic genius, he grasped everything in an instant.
“This formation… I see. That must be the commander. His name is… Blue Tasmania… Ah, from the Count Tasmania family, is he?”
“Yes, he was quite capable. At least enough to not disgrace the Tasmania name.”
At that, another examiner interjected.
They seemed familiar with Blue, claiming that he had achieved excellent marks in strategy.
“Ah, yes. The Tasmania family has produced many outstanding commanders! Their eldest son, no less? That must be reassuring.”
“Yes, I suppose he is skilled… but his strategy is textbook and full of holes. A commander who knows nothing of actual battle.”
“L-Lord-sama, isn’t it a little unfair to compare him to you? I doubt anyone in the world could match you in warfare…”
“The difference is the hells we’ve endured.”
Bringing the conversation back, Lord continued analyzing.
“Look at this formation. The commander has positioned himself where he can influence the battlefield the most. Once you understand the purpose of this test, the intent behind this becomes clear. In other words—”
“Yes! Got one!”
“Congratulations, Blue-sama!”
“Hah, a rabble of fools. The enemy has no strategy at all! It seems there isn’t a single competent commander on their side.”
The battle had begun.
Compared to Blue’s coordinated movements with his squad, the enemy forces were disorganized—some charged in alone, while others grouped up haphazardly.
This battlefield only allowed access to ally positions and communications.
Enemy locations remained unknown until spotted visually.
Once an enemy was spotted, their signal appeared on the map—but only temporarily.
Blue moved across the battlefield with a squad of five close allies.
Rather than fighting directly, they intervened in ongoing battles, snatching the victories for themselves.
“Hahaha! That makes three!”
As expected, the enemy team had failed to coordinate their plans, resulting in chaotic and independent movements.
“With this, I’ll become a Holy Knight!!”
Blue couldn’t stop grinning.
Becoming a Holy Knight meant honor and status—as the son of a Count, failing to achieve this would be disgraceful.
His parents had strictly ordered him to become one at all costs.
To fulfill this long-standing ambition, he was willing to use any means necessary.
Winning was everything.
Victory would justify all.
“Alright, next target!”
“Blue-kun’s strategy is truly impressive.”
“At this rate, he will surely be crowned the Holy Knight of this battlefield. If only Sword-kun would at least fight…”
“I-Isn’t this bad? Lord-sama, even if it’s Sword, if he doesn’t fight—”
The examiners lavished Blue with praise.
Concerned, Colonel Star turned to Lord for his opinion.
Lord sat in his chair, tapping his temple as he watched the monitor—
A habit of his when he was deep in thought.
But with his devilish intellect, it didn’t take long to read the entire battlefield.
“…Hmph. Well, well. Lucky or unlucky, I wonder.”
Lord analyzed both Team B’s battlefield and their opponent, Team A.
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Seeing the future outcome, he chuckled.
“He’ll manage somehow. After all, I acknowledged him as a knight. Half-baked strategies will be cut down by his irrational sword.”
(Just as I was once cut down by it myself.)
“That said, in this situation…”
“No, the battlefield will shift. Toward an A Team victory. And Blue will soon learn—That a half-baked strategy is worse than no strategy at all.”
“H-Hey! There’s too many enemies! What’s going on!?”
“Blue-sama! More coming from over there too!”
“What!?”
Enemies poured into Blue’s battlefield, their numbers steadily increasing.
Ten, twenty—until they surpassed thirty.
“Why… What is happening…?”
Blue had moved efficiently, ensuring battles dragged on just long enough for him to intervene and steal victories.
His strategy relied on controlling the flow of battle to create a numerical advantage.
After all, numbers win wars.
It was a time-proven truth of the battlefield.
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That was why he had remained mobile, acting as a free agent.
So why?
“Why are there so many enemies!? What’s going on!?”
Now surrounded on all sides, the reason was simple.
“L-Lord-sama, did you foresee this outcome as well…?”
“Of course. Team A has no commander—they’re just a disorganized horde, fighting whoever they see. But their map is shared, meaning everyone knows where each fight is happening.”
“That’s… the same as a real battlefield. Not just a simulation…”
“Yes, normally. But Blue-kun prioritized personal achievements over strategy. He prolonged fights and moved constantly from one battlefield to another.”
“As a result, the scattered A Team, sensing a fight, naturally gravitated toward his location. Like children chasing a rolling ball.”
By deliberately prolonging battles and shifting positions, Blue had unintentionally drawn Team A’s forces together.
Seeing their allies engaged, the rest of Team A piled in—
Just like children flocking toward a moving ball.
No strategy.
Just instinct.
Like hyenas swarming their prey.
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And the prey was Blue.
His flawless strategy now looked utterly foolish.
But at its core, it had inadvertently reinforced the oldest truth in war—
Numbers win battles.
“D-Damn it! Everyone regroup at Point D! All of you!!”
Blue, now panicked, issued orders to the entire B Team.
One by one, the members of B Team gathered at the battlefield.
However, in a battle where numbers mattered and there was no significant technical difference in KOG capabilities between A Team and B Team, the outcome was obvious—the side with the greater numbers would win.
Blue’s decision was a mistake.
The first move should have been to retreat and regroup before engaging.
Had they done so, they could have had the numerical advantage. But instead, Blue had summoned them prematurely.
As a result, B Team found themselves repeatedly fighting against overwhelming odds.
Against a massive force of over thirty units, B Team members were taken down one after another.
Before they could fully regroup, they were crushed by sheer numbers, and even those who managed to join the fight were quickly overwhelmed.
Watching this, Blue screamed out:
“This… This is impossible! I didn’t make a mistake! I didn’t!!”
“Blue! Give us orders!”
“At this rate, we’ll be wiped out! Blue! Uwaaaahhh!!”
“This is all your fault! You couldn’t follow my strategy properly! My strategy was perfect!! I did nothing wrong!!”
Surrounded by dozens of enemies, Blue suddenly realized he was alone.
His forces had been annihilated, and only a handful of B Team units remained.
“I’m a genius… I should be a genius… So why…”
His desperate cries were in vain. In a single decisive strike, he was brought down.
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Hearing the battlefield transmissions, Lord muttered:
“There’s no such thing as a perfect strategy, Blue. There are only strategies with a high probability of success or failure. It’s our job to increase that probability. You should be glad this was just a simulation—if this were a real battlefield, you’d be dead, and the Asgard Empire would have lost.”
“So… it’s settled, then? A Team has won.”
“I thought Blue’s strategy wasn’t bad at first, but he became too focused on personal gain. If he leads like this in a real battle, he’ll never make it as a commander…”
“As expected of you, Lord. However, with this outcome…”
Colonel Star marveled at Lord’s foresight.
But his voice lacked energy—this meant B Team’s complete defeat.
The other examiners also accepted B Team’s loss as inevitable and began calculating which member of A Team would be chosen as the Holy Knight.
Even Colonel Star, along with everyone else observing the test, was convinced—A Team’s victory was assured.
All except for one.
“Now then… It’s your time to shine, my knight.”
Lord Asgard watched the monitor with a delighted smile.
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“Huh? We’re supposed to regroup at Point D? That doesn’t match the plan… And it’s ridiculously far away.”