I Became a Genius Commander at the Academy

EP.333

Reich Imperial Army Command Barracks.

Currently, there is an emissary here, believed to be a nobleman of the Duchy of Philolence, who was taken prisoner by Lieutenant Colonel Hermit and me in Section 5.

When Colonel Hermit told me there was no one around, I spoke in a solemn voice.

“Lieutenant Colonel, put the soldering iron in the furnace.”

“Yes, sir.”

As the lieutenant colonel put the iron used for ironing into the brazier, the unique smell of heated iron spread throughout the barracks.

Diego, a prisoner presumed to be an emissary, looked worried as he thought about what kind of torture he would be subjected to.

“I’ll ask you again. Is what is written in this secret letter true? “Does our regent really have the foolish intention of usurping the title of Duke Philorence?”

“…I can’t answer.”

“Ask again. This thing I’m holding now has the regent’s seal and signature on it. Wouldn’t that prove that the letter sent by the crazy regent was correct? So please answer clearly whether it is true or not.”

Diego turned his head to my words and expressed his refusal.

Anyway, since he’s caught by me, if he disobeys me, he’s destined to die. Even though taking the opportunity presented to me is the wisest choice.

As a subordinate, it was quite nice to see him trying so hard to be loyal, but what can we do since he is already our enemy?

We have to dig up information, even if it means using physical means.

“It’s a shame I don’t have any intention of answering. “I can’t help it, it’s going to hurt a bit.”

When I took out the red-hot iron and touched it to his thigh, the smell of cooking meat wafted over me and Diego started screaming.

“Aaaah!”

The torturer’s ears may feel numb and hurt, but the person being tortured will feel sore that they would rather die.

As if my thoughts were correct, the cold sweat from his body began to soak his clothes.

I kept pressing the red-hot iron on his thigh until it turned gray, and when I removed it from my body, I was sweating so much that anyone would have thought I had covered it with a bucket of water.

The affected area literally burned like charcoal, so it must have been extremely painful.

Diego started breathing very hard and I sprayed his legs with very strong alcohol to prevent him from dying from a secondary infection.

“Peter Jaeger you son of a bitch! “Ugh!”

“Uh huh, just be honest and blow it all. Then I promise not only your life but also the survival and prosperity of your family. If that is not possible, we will support you so that you can receive a knighthood from the Reich Empire and start a new life. Please cooperate with my plan.”

Usually, these words are lies intended to give false hope to those who need information and to spread the information as best as possible.

I sincerely intend to support that guy so that he can live in peace and save his life if he cooperates with my plan.

Because later, when we judge that damned regent, we need someone who can testify that the contents of the secret letter are true.

“If there is conclusive evidence to support the contents of that secret letter, I can, under my authority, present your Majesty with a title right now and confirm the granting of imperial knighthood and receipt of a pension. But what if it doesn’t blow?”

I gave a signal to Lieutenant Colonel Hermit, and he brought out two sticks about as long as a man’s arms and as thick as his calves.

I handed one of the two sticks to Lieutenant Colonel Hermit so that he could replace it and make an ‘X’ shape. I went up to Diego’s ear and whispered quietly.

“If you make me feel bad, I will twist the stick between your legs. “Like this.”

“…..”

“Put some of your weight on the colonel and twist the stick.”

With those words, the stick I had inserted twisted outward, and Diego screamed louder than when he was being used with a soldering iron.

Meanwhile, if I listened closely, I could even hear the sound of bones and muscles being torn and broken.

It was an inevitable process to obtain an effective confession from a man whose charges had already been proven, so I tortured him to the point where I thought he would not be maimed.

“Ugh! help me! Please stop! Please stop!!! Ahh!”

Then, because Diego fainted, he stopped drinking and poured cold water on his face.

“Ugh, shit!”

It would have been a shame if he had died during the torture, but I’m glad he survived.

When I held the bag in my hand again, Diego trembled and said,

“I’m going to blow the whole damn thing! So please just leave that damn stick… please!”

I tried following what was shown in the drama I watched before reincarnating, and it seemed to work better than I thought.

“…… I ask again, is it true that this secret letter was written by the regent and asked to be sent to you? If you blow honestly, you will be able to enjoy wealth and fame, but if you don’t, I will turn again and destroy your thighs and calves. “Besides, there are still many tortures prepared for you.”

Lieutenant Colonel Hermit next to me was holding a mace in his left hand and a dagger in his right, making clinking sounds.

Perhaps it shows that if Diego doesn’t blow up, he will cut off his entire body from his hands and feet with a dagger and then destroy them one by one with a mace.

I would also avoid this kind of torture under most circumstances, but the secret letter he was carrying contained the regent’s evil plot to take over the Duchy of Philolence.

If you don’t blow it properly, you have no choice but to get a confession, even if it means inflicting torture that would be better than death.

“Yes that’s right! The Regent has been secretly negotiating with His Royal Highness the Duke of Milan since the Duchy of Philorence began to be invaded. “On the condition that the Duchy of Philorence becomes a protectorate of Milan, I ask that you, as regent, be allowed to become Duke of Philorence.”

Although it seems quite disgusting that a so-called uncle would hang on to his young nephew’s dukedom in order to take over the position of regent.

They say that if you start to be greedy in front of power, you have no parents or children, but an uncle-nephew relationship is enough for that.

“Tell me everything you know. “What specific plans did you make?”

Diego looked resigned to everything and sighed.

“Isn’t His Highness Duke Philorence only 11 years old? Naturally, you have no choice but to continue to be pushed back in the war against the Venetian Alliance. Therefore, the other nobles of Philorence will think that the continuation of the duchy is in jeopardy if this situation continues.”

In reality, His Highness the young Duke was unable to do anything in a situation where Philolence was as dangerous as a candle in the wind.

At best, it is understandable to think so, as he only shows a helpless appearance, trembling next to a 15-year-old girl named Chloe.

Of course, understanding and forgiveness are separate issues, but for now, I guess I should listen to the story a little more.

“In such a situation, if the regent, through diplomatic negotiations with His Royal Highness the Duke of Milan, sends soldiers to defend the duchy, drives out the Venetian coalition, and achieves victory. “The support of the Philolens nobles has no choice but to return to the regent of Philolens.”

“I support those who take care of their own food, even if they are mere serfs. Moreover, nobles who have to protect the lives and lives of their families and vassals would naturally want to support the regent who saved the country more than an incompetent child who is only 11 years old. so?”

“Next, the Union of Milan and the nobles of Philorens joined forces to force His Royal Highness, Duke Philolence, to peacefully abdicate the title of duke to the regent. Instead, the prince, who became the former duke, was given an appropriate pension and a rich life…”

If the Milan Alliance and the Philolens nobles join forces, there will be enough justification to oust the ‘young duke’.

Even if the regent became the duke of the principality, it would have a legitimacy that no country could carelessly complain about, and the Duchy of Milan would have gained a protectorate that could be called a colony without much effort.

Just as when you cook rice in a rice cooker, you have to follow the proper procedures to get white rice that you can eat, I figured out their trick midway and their plan was revealed.

The Milanese Union’s cunning plan will be an attempt to overthrow the country from the outside, and the regent’s evil actions will be recorded in history as a treason aimed at usurping the Duke’s throne by inciting a civil war.

After concluding the interrogation that lasted about three hours, I ordered Lieutenant Colonel Hermit to keep an eye on him to make sure he never escapes.

And over the next three months, they won several small battles.

Finally, our imperial army succeeded in reaching Veneta Castle, the capital of the Duchy of Veneta, far ahead of the Milanese allied forces.

“Build siege weapons. “Surround the castle so tightly that not a single ant can enter it.”

This is my first proper siege, but I have already planned several plans to drive Duke Veneta crazy.

So I’m sure it will work out. Just like it has been up until now.

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