Chapter 356: Heaven's Mandate (1)
It was undeniable that the empire had barely crawled its way through the Great Northern War. It was also true that they suffered to the point of having their souls threshed by Kagan.
Thanks to that tearful process, the empire’s vigilance against nomads reached its peak. Even the mere rumor of a new Khan emerging had sent them into a frenzy, making them mobilize an army of 250,000. Even though the empire won the last war, the scars ran so deep that they had developed a full-blown case of nomad PTSD.
But if the victorious empire was in this state, then what about the defeated nomads?
Total collapse.
Honestly, the empire didn’t gain anything from the war, but they protected what they had. Didn’t they show the dignity of the continent’s strongest nation and the firmness of the Mandate of Heaven? Although they were beaten like crazy by Kagan, a win was still a win. If anyone had a problem with it, they were welcome to come back from hell and complain.
However, the nomads lost everything—honor, hope, and their future.
The higher you rise, the harder you fall.
A great army of 100,000 gathered, and an outstanding hero called Kagan appeared. For the first time in history, they formed a single force. But in the end, even with every advantage, they lost.
So, just as the empire had a phobia of nomads, the nomads had enough reason to fear the empire. Until now, they could console themselves while thinking, ‘Of course we’re one-sidedly beaten because we’re scattered.’ But if they lost even after uniting under Kagan, they wouldn’t be able to help but think, ‘Are we trash?’
Of course, the nomads weren’t trash but monsters. The empire facing Kagan seriously came close to losing, thinking that a terrifying nation called the Kagan State might be born.
But it all fell apart in the end.
Fortunately for the empire and regrettably for the nomads, the nomads failed to cash out when the Kagan Coin hit its peak.
They drove the empire to crisis? Victory was within their reach?
War was a winner-took-all structure with no consolation prize, not even for those in second place. No matter how brilliant the process, that was that if they lost in the end. The nomads who failed to sell their Kagan coins in time were instantly plunged into the abyss. The symbol of hope, Kagan, became the despair that died along with the nomads.
In that situation, Kagan’s blood relative declared himself Khan.
It must be rough.
To use an extreme analogy, Kagan was an investor who had gathered money from everyone, dumped it all into coins, and then died. From the perspective of the suddenly bankrupt nomads, it was like the child of that dead guy came while shouting, ‘It’s real this time!’
The average person would have told him to get lost, but how could they say that when the Khan’s spicy fist was within arm’s reach? It’d be better to bow down even if it was degrading than to die from one wrong word.
Because at this point, the only thing the nomads had left was their lives.
“Maintain the standoff. There’s no need to approach first.”
“Yes, Your Grace.”
As I finished organizing my thoughts and turned to look around, I saw the Invincible Duke breaking the silence and ordering the officers to maintain the status quo.
At that moment, I finally understood the subtle emotion hidden behind his unreadable expression.
He’s noticed.
This bizarre standoff and the flashy display of the nomads. If I had pieced it together, then there was no way the Invincible Duke hadn’t seen it too. He probably knew that this was a kind of display and interview rather than a battle and was calmly letting it pass.
An interview, huh.
The seal in my chest pocket felt heavy.
***Whether the Kaitana tribe flaunted their crazy presence or not, the war still continued. After all, we came to fight the Khan and not a single tribe.
The frontlines stretched wider as time passed, and more nomads appeared. Moreover, tribes mobilizing thousands of troops on their own started appearing one by one, naturally intensifying the battles.
However, we weren’t getting into scuffles with every tribe.
“The Kirgia tribe is roaming on the Chagara front. They number around 2,000, but no clashes so far.”
“The Birs tribe occupying the Keruta tribe’s territory has withdrawn. They used spells during their retreat, but our forces took minimal damage.”
After the Kaitana tribe set the trend, various tribes had been acting like second and third Kaitanas. They just showed up on the front lines without fighting, or pretended to scuffle a bit and then withdrew their forces. They were showing with their whole bodies that they had no intention to fight us.
“The Kaitana tribe has turned their horses around. They’re leaving the frontlines, heading northwest.”
The original instigators even left the room entirely. They didn’t even bother keeping up appearances anymore.
You could tell just how little effort they were putting in by the way the officer phrased his report—not retreating, not withdrawing, but simply turning around. No matter how you looked at it, these weren’t guys who came to fight.
“Also, unlike the other tribes, they’re not scattering. They’re moving together in one large unit, and at a relatively slow pace.”
I almost laughed blankly at those words. Nomads were like ghosts when they appeared, but even more so when they retreated.
The only place they could return to was their own territory. It could put the elderly and children left behind in their lands at risk if the empire tracked their movements too closely, and that was why retreating tribes had desperately tried to disappear during the last war.
But the Kaitana tribe was moving as if to show off. As if begging to be seen, as if saying, ‘This is where we live.’
These bastards, what on earth...?
It was so blatant that it was actually suspicious. Were they trying to bait an imperial envoy into visiting them only to ambush them the moment they arrived?
Of course, that possibility was very low. It would be insane to gamble their entire homeland just to trap a single envoy. That would be like a country setting its own capital on fire just to lure in a few enemy scouts.
“...Keep watching them. We can’t ignore the possibility of them joining other tribes and returning to the front lines.”
The Invincible Duke, perhaps culture-shocked by this crazy behavior, gave a somewhat delayed response.
I understood. It would be stranger for him to be fine when the common sense he’d known until now was being shattered every day. Maybe even that last suggestion about them regrouping with other tribes was just a stubborn refusal to admit that our understanding of this war was already shattered.
“Inspector.”
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