I'd never known that a so-called military adviser had to do this kind of work. Besides, weren't we holding a military conference to discuss the subsequent strategic arrangements after the Community's Main Gods arrived?
Across from us, Prince Chalen Ape Mane looked like a lion, but his eyes were full of the helpless, pleading look of a stray kitten. Even a battle-hardened knight commander like Count Heronchik couldn't help feeling a little sorry for him.
So, drawing only on his professional education—though Count Heronchik was a knight commander, he also held a bachelor's degree in classical literature and a master's degree in law—he helped polish the Crown Prince of Kaitai's official letter.
The letter's contents were simple enough: the national economy of the Kaitai Kingdom had collapsed, and even the capital's supplies were being rationed. Their currency was worth less than wastepaper. Never mind the Empire's gold dragons and the Alliance's faith stars—even Earth's blue star coins were more valuable than their own money. The Talabi had rebelled yet again, and unless they offered real money to appease them, the big cats who were utterly loyal to the Empire would really end up as rugs made from those furry cat-eared rebels.
Count Heronchik felt the man was plainly saying, "If the Empire's Daddy doesn't step in, we Kaitai will go berserk... No, starve to death. We can't keep fighting this war, of course."
If that wasn't a threat, what was?
But Prince Chalen Ape Mane raised both hands high, insisting he was being terribly wronged. He was truly just a humble, weak, helpless little crown prince, hoping for a little help from the international community and, even more, yearning for his fatherland's generosity. If his fatherland was truly in difficulty, he would gladly offer his loyal, hot-blooded service! Even if