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My Platoon is Fucking Hopeless – Chapter 48

.。.:✧ Toward the Capital (2) ✧:.。.

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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The day of our departure for the capital dawned. I had finished showering and was ironing my uniform early in the morning when I heard a commotion from the lounge.

“Eek, kyaah!”

“Ahh! No! Catch it! Catch it!”

Lumia’s scream followed by Belle’s panicked shouts. Whatever they were doing, they were clearly brimming with excitement about going to the capital.

I had woken up quite early myself, but the two of them were up even earlier, preparing.

I put on my crisply ironed uniform and checked my appearance in the full-length mirror. All I had to pack were the civilian clothes I had bought with Bell; there wasn’t much else.

It wasn’t a vacation; we were going to the capital for a commendation, so there was no need to pack excessively. But that was just my thinking.

“….????”

“Ha, haha… Is this too much?”

“A bit, yes.”

Beside Lumia were two bags, each reaching her thighs. People didn’t even bring two bags that size on international trips.

And Belle Meyer’s case was even more spectacular.

“Ugh—ow.”

“Please, why are you bringing the parrot?”

While her luggage was relatively less than Lumia’s, the problem was the cage in her right hand. Inside, as always, was Belle Meyer’s beloved parrot.

“Just in case…”

“Are you worried Roxana and Claude will starve it?”

“No, it’s not that…” Belle Meyer trailed off, seemingly hesitant.

“This won’t do. We can’t carry all this. Sergeant Lumia, leave one bag behind, and Sergeant Belle, leave the parrot.”

“Th-Then I’ll leave some of my luggage instead. I can buy clothes there… But I must take the parrot.”

Why was she acting like this today? Something felt off. Had Belle Meyer ever been this stubborn? It was especially disconcerting because she had always been so compliant.

“Is there something special about the parrot?”

“That’s… no. I’ll tell you later. But I have to take him.”

“Hmm. Platoon Leader, I’ll second that. I’ll repack my things. It’s probably best to let Sergeant Belle bring her parrot.”

With Lumia Blyue backing her up, I was in a difficult position.

‘Is it something like Lumia’s trauma?’

Belle Meyer’s official record mentioned depression and dissociative amnesia. While she appeared fine outwardly, she had a mental illness.

Mental illnesses often remained hidden unless they were severe, so even I, her platoon leader, had momentarily forgotten about her condition. While Belle Meyer hid it well, it didn’t change the fact that she was suffering.

‘I had a subordinate who was fixated on a specific object.’

He had autism, but… I’d also had counseling sessions regarding depression, and it seemed similar to Belle Meyer’s symptoms.

Thinking about it that way, her excessive attachment to the parrot made some sense. My previous subordinate had been fixated on his dog tags, showing extreme anxiety if they were ever broken.

If that was the case, bringing the parrot would be better for Sergeant Belle Meyer’s mental stability.

“…Alright, you can bring him. But be careful not to cause any trouble.”

“It’s okay. I’ve trained him well.”

Indeed, Belle’s parrot had never been noisy or disruptive. Except for the occasional walks Belle took him on, he remained quiet and showed no interest in anyone.

Besides, what trouble could a parrot cause?

“Alright. The parrot is okay.”

“Thank you, Platoon Leader Enoch.”

“Now, Lumia, go repack. Just bring minimal clothing and toiletries. Understand?”

“Oh, yes… I understand.”

Lumia, realizing she couldn’t get away with it, deflated and dragged her two large bags back to the quarters. She soon returned with a single backpack-sized bag.

“You could have done this from the beginning… why didn’t you?”

“Hehe, I got a little carried away.”

Lumia chuckled sheepishly. In any case, we were finally ready to depart for the capital. I led my squad members to the designated front gate, where Military Police carriages were already lined up.

“Glory to the Motherland!”

I saluted Major Lannister, who was standing at the front. He returned the salute with a friendly smile.

“You’re a little late.”

“I apologize. Packing took longer than expected.”

“It’s fine. We just arrived as well. Now, please board. Our men will load your luggage onto the baggage carriage in the back.”

As soon as the Major finished speaking, the lined-up Military Police officers approached and quickly collected our luggage. Thanks to my and Lumia’s minimized luggage, the officers easily loaded everything onto the carriage.

Except for the cage, of course, which I held onto tightly.

“May I ask what that is?”

“Oh, this…” Before Belle Meyer could answer, I spoke up.

“It’s our platoon’s mascot, a parrot. Sergeant Belle is worried, so she wants to bring him along.”

The Military Police officer carrying the cage looked at the Major. Lannister stroked his chin and smiled gently.

“A canary in a coal mine, so to speak. I understand. That shouldn’t be a problem.”

He seemed to interpret the parrot as a symbol of good luck, which was a common interpretation.

Belle Meyer tugged at my sleeve and nodded gratefully.

“Don’t worry too much and just act normal. Weren’t you the one who was going to cry if you couldn’t come?”

“Hmph…! I wasn’t that eager to go!”

“Sure, sure.”

“Platoon Leadeeer!”

It wouldn’t do to start the journey on a sour note. To lighten the mood, which had been somber ever since the parrot incident, I teased Bell playfully. Fortunately, it worked, and Belle’s expression softened.

“Alright, everyone, let’s board. We have a long journey ahead.”

With the luggage loaded, we finally boarded the black Military Police carriage. A Military Police officer outside closed the door and sat in the driver’s seat.

“We’re departing!”

-Clatter, clatter.

The carriage started moving, marking the beginning of our four-night, five-day visit to the capital.

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The capital, Kayef.

That nostalgic name. It had become Belle Meyer’s home ever since the Meyer Baron family, who managed a remote territory, were chosen by the previous king, Orlando Luce II, and brought to the center.

Sometimes, memories of her true hometown, where she’d spent time with Debra Bennett, now estranged, resurfaced. But the capital, Kayef, held the largest part of Belle Meyer’s memories.

A loving family, a family and father favored by the king. As the second daughter among two sons and three daughters, she had a good relationship with her siblings.

There, Belle Meyer received a top-notch education, and her exceptional magic talent led to a scout offer from Ziva, one of the capital’s magic towers, at a young age.

The second daughter of a baron favored by Orlando Luce II. The youngest magic trainee at Ziva Magic Tower. It didn’t take long for her seemingly golden life to crumble.

Those with noble blood and talent held high value as “magic resources.” Flies were drawn to flowers with beautiful forms and sweet fragrances.

When she turned eighteen, Belle Meyer, accompanying her father, Alexei Meyer, on a provincial tour, was kidnapped by Strigoi, a group that studied black magic and worshipped evil gods.

They targeted her for her magical talent, recognized by Ziva Magic Tower at a young age, and her innate aptitude for blood magic. There, her mind was tainted by horrific necromancy and dark magic.

Even after being rescued through the mobilization of national power, the aftereffects continued to gnaw at her consciousness.

This was the reason she decided to enlist. Her mana core had been severely damaged during the agonizing “purification” process.

Furthermore, with the transfer of power from Orlando Luce II to III, the Meyer family lost their position in the power struggle, and Baron Alexei Meyer, along with the rest of the family, was dispatched to a city slightly removed from the capital as administrators.

Without the king’s protection, Belle Meyer’s safety couldn’t be guaranteed. Thus, the promising daughter of the Meyer Baron family, the girl who could have become the youngest mage of the Ziva School, became a reject squad member in a frontline magic battalion.

For Belle Meyer, with such a past, the capital Kayef was the sole symbol of her happy past. A paradise where she could pursue her dreams without worry.

“…I’m finally back.”

After a long journey in the carriage, the cityscape appeared beyond the horizon. Belle Meyer murmured, gazing at the grand city.

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My Platoon is Fucking Hopeless

My Platoon is Fucking Hopeless

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2022 Native Language: Korean
A strategy simulation game set in a world where magic and gunpowder coexist. I've been reincarnated as an officer in a nation destined for destruction the moment war breaks out. Five years remain until the war begins. I have to get promoted by any means necessary before then.

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