The Black Iron Glory
Tricolour war

Chapter 1

Tricolour War

Claude woke up early. Had it been Chen Xi before she moved, she might have gotten up by day and gone to the company afterward because of her overactive nightlife. But he had to get up early since he became Claude. He was even, and he was horrified at the thought, accustomed to waking up at five in the morning.

The local wargod temple in the east of the city would ring its shabby bells and be left by the Gods at dawn every morning. It awakens every soul in the city, whether according to or against their will, and shocks the city back to life.

Today, the red eastern sky was extinguished as the light pierced through the thick clouds. Will be cloudy all day at this rate. The light was good enough to read without lights despite being covered in thick clouds. Claude rubbed his face, walked up to his desk, and started reading books on grammar.

He always considered himself a pathetic transmigrator. There is nothing special about him. He had no unique abilities, no dimensional pockets, no old mentors like an eccentric grandfather or some other magical item. Other than the memories of his previous life, he was truly, pitifully, normal.

Shouldn't the transmigrants get a cheat code ?! Although she tried, she had not found anything special about him for more than six months. The only thing that almost became something strange, was his acute hearing. He could hear the voices of most people, though not all, could not, and could pick out certain sounds, such as the words one spoke, from the clutter of sounds when most people only heard the frenzy. He also had a rather rampant imagination. He often imagined watching something happen that only he could hear. It was as if he could see his parents talking downstairs even though he was upstairs in his room.

A new world and a new life means everything has to be done again. He had to learn the language again, and had to go to school again, indeed, the school in this life was not like the school in his previous life. Could there be a more pathetic transmigrator?

He has not even inherited a decent life. The previous owner of his current body was really stupid at school. He was consistent, and this was indeed the only consistency in his life, getting the worst grades in his class.it did not leave him any useful information in this new world. He had to learn everything he wanted to know for himself.

The bells echoed over the roofs of the city, down the streets and alleys, bouncing back and forth between the walls of buildings, again. The echoes had just subsided when a door below creaked. Must be his mother, he always gets up early to prepare breakfast.

Claude closed the book. Fifteen minutes of revision was enough for the day. His efforts have paid off recently. His grades went up, far enough, but he made sure to be average. There is no point in standing out more than is absolutely necessary. He needs good grades for a good future, but it's been too glaring that he got this much better in just three months. There is no reason to make things more unbelievable.

“Goat meat biscuits, fresh from the oven! Get them now! "

"Dice! Delicious osmanthus flower honey! Guaranteed to make you rush! ”

"Apple! Apples sold! Three fennies each! — Thank you . ”

The voices of peddlers danced in the streets as the cars rolled on the narrow streets noisily. Occasionally loose gravel will be crushed or shot out from under the wheel in a random direction.

"Good morning, Mrs Ferd. Need some milk today? Straight from the cow udder! Milk themselves this morning! ”

Uncle Grinn.

He owned a small farm north of the city with over ten cows. She wakes up every morning before sunrise to milk them. He rushed to the city as soon as he finished giving fresh milk, often still warm and frothy, to his feet,. He peddled the occasional surplus on the road for a while before returning.

Claude's mother was ordinary, it's been years. Uncle Grinn often slipped it a little extra, most likely because of who his father was.

Claude's mother was ordinary, it's been years. Uncle Grinn often slipped it a little extra, most likely because of who his father was.

"Good morning, Old Grinn. Let me see it. ”

Claude's mother.

“Wow, really fresh today, hey? I'll have a jug. ”

Claude shook his head. His mother must have taken out their big silver jug today. It could hold twice what an ordinary jug could do.

"One fenny is enough?"

As expected .

"Yes yes . One jug for one fenny. ”

While it is true that Grinn always sold one jug for one fenny, hers was not a normal jug and they both knew it, but her mother was used to it by now.

Claude's father, Morssen Ferd, was the chief secretary of the city. He has a reputation in the city. His position in the larger hierarchy was quite low, but he oversaw everything that happened in the city. People often come to butter him. Uncle Grinn, for example, relied on Morssen to deliver a few kind words on his behalf in case something unexpected happened. Such a guarantee is enough to get free household milk on a regular basis.

Claude's father, Morssen Ferd, was the chief secretary of the city. He has a reputation in the city. His position in the larger hierarchy was quite low, but he oversaw everything that happened in the city. People often come to butter him. Uncle Grinn, for example, relied on Morssen to deliver a few kind words on his behalf in case something unexpected happened. Such a guarantee is enough to get free household milk on a regular basis.

Claude stood up and put on his black school uniform. It resembles the short coat worn on Earth, but its collar is not western-style. It has an Asian collar, very similar to what Japanese school children wear. The bottom of the uniform hangs straight down and the handcuffs are rolled inward like a leather jacket. The uniform was made of linen, so it was a little tangled.

He took a blue towel from his wall and went to the restroom downstairs. At times like these he thanks his lucky stars, his new world has good hygienic habits, which is very strange, considering the time period relative to his world he placed. From what he could see, the development of this world was relatively similar to the beginning of the eighteenth century in his world, but their hygiene standards were at least a century and a half ahead, perhaps more.

There are toothbrushes made of wood and horse hair. Even though they were bigger than the people from his old world, they still fit snugly in his mouth. And, even though they do not have toothpaste, they use a coarse powder made from salt and plant juice that does a decent job, although it is much less pleasant to use. She has heard some wealthy households even start installing copper pipes to supply water, and rumors also occasionally make rounds describing things that sound similar to flushing toilets and soap. Most homes still use a 'long drop' toilet in the outhouse, but they at least have something like toilet paper. It was slightly softer than ordinary paper, but could not compare to the type of silk paper Claude had used from his old world. Thinking back on his 'colleagues' transmigrator whose butt had to suffer from an ancient wooden stick, he couldn't help but thank him for his luck.

Claude's house is a four-story red brick building. The top floor is the attic. He had heard his father call the building designed based on Hogg-style architecture that had become a rage a century earlier. It was built by none other than the famous Biyald Hogg. Stellin VII loved this style and once ordered a three-street building in the capital.

A land baron named Borant Ke Rodeman built Claude's house more than sixty years ago. It was originally the residence of nobles and quickly became famous in the city.

But Prince Karjad Tam Stellin, who later became Stellin IX, fired the first shots that led to the royal restoration just over sixty years ago in the city. Rodeman's house, as it was known at the time, had served as the headquarters of the prince's local enemies, taking the toughest part of the battle.

The situation was very bad at first. They have to take the big house in half an hour, or die. A messenger had escaped and was heading to a neighboring town to ask for reinforcements and it would take at most half an hour until the garrison arrived. Most of the troops supported Prince Karjad, but the city government was loyal to the other party, and the men had to obey orders so that they would not be called traitors to the crown.

The crown had ordered his arrest, and he had little power to resist. He had to promise a huge reward for bribing the official so that they would not immediately carry out the order. He swore that they would win if only they could take the big house.

Most rejected it, but quite a number of the brave were tempted by its offer. He formed a small attack force of several dozen strong and charged at the mansion. They lost thirty on the responsibility, but the rest reached the front door, knocked down the door, and entered.

The prince, with the dozen he had in reserve, was also indicted. A few minutes later the last defenders surrendered.

With the fall of the mansion, the city now belonged to the prince and his supporters. The neighboring city reinforcements arrived soon after and had to face a difficult decision. They could have attacked and fought in a fight they most likely could not win, which would have left them all dead, marching without a battle, and possibly executed for desertion, he said, or join the prince. They chose the latter option and became the prince's first full unit.

The prince, with the dozen he had in reserve, was also indicted. A few minutes later the last defenders surrendered.

With the fall of the mansion, the city now belonged to the prince and his supporters. The neighboring city reinforcements arrived soon after and had to face a difficult decision. They could have attacked and fought in a fight they most likely could not win, which would have left them all dead, marching without a battle, and possibly executed for desertion, he said, or join the prince. They chose the latter option and became the prince's first full unit.

Thus began the Auerasian civil war, also known as the Tricolor War. The king at that time was Stellin VIII and he and had ruled for eleven years. He has no achievements on his behalf, nor any skills in administration or finance. Eleven years of his reign saw the kingdom plummet to the brink of destruction, which he had avoided several times at the start of the civil war. The more the aristocracy and the peasantry quarreled more and more. Some suggested that a civil war would arise in a few more years even if the prince was not involved when he did. The authority of the king had also been eroded into nothing at the time of the war. The nobleman ignored the king and his decision completely and ruled as if independent. The kingdom only existed in name, and only because it was better to be under an incompetent king than to see it replaced by someone who could effectively suppress the nobles, was the kingdom of the kingdom, or rather than declaring independence and having to stand alone.

The land was overrun by bandits, even spilling into the big cities. Two of the kingdom's neighbors, the Nasri Kingdom and the Duchy of Berkeley, also became restless and began testing the waters at the border. They even went as far as occupying the land along the northern border of the kingdom. Facing internal and external threats, the king turned to a simple solution: dying and leaving chaos on his heirs.

The king's death had no real consequences in and of itself. He had nothing to do with the rules of the kingdom, so the kingdom did not lose much when he kicked the bucket. The problem is succession. She never chose an heir, so her two children, Princess Elenia Tam Stellin, the older, and First Prince Aunass Tam Stellin, the younger, both claimed the throne. This is usually not a problem. If the king does not choose a different heir, then automatically his eldest son. The problem was that her first child had the support of the military and neighboring countries, despite her poor reputation as a prostitute. Rumor is he used four provinces to buy their support.

The first Prince of Aunass, on the other hand, was supported mainly by the elite – nobility who benefited the most from the kingdom. His uncle, Duke Brant, led the faction, they stubbornly opposed any change in the status quo. They deployed twelve infantry brigades from their personal retinue and fought the royal guard to a standstill.

Despite almost fighting each other, they have not forgotten their youngest brother, Second Prince Karjad Tam Stellin. The prince was born from the affair of the late king with his first servant. He would not even have the right to be called 'prince' otherwise that his father legitimized him after his mother died in childbirth.

He was raised by a palace gardener and his wife.

Elenia and Aunass both believed Karjad would pose no threat because he was not a descendant of nobility. That doesn't mean he's not interrupting. They could only give him the slums in the countryside and send him away there, but they were unwilling to give him one pebble of their father's kingdom. Instead, they gave him a position in the military and made him responsible for the security of the province furthest from the capital.

He did that, and then some. As an imperial prince, as passed, he purged the nobles of the province, gave their poorly acquired wealth to the poor, and exterminated the bandits of the province. He won the province and its people in just a few months. The little nobles, knights and the like, immediately flocked to his banner, and in less than a year he had strength comparable to his three half-brothers and a fine shot on the throne.

But both of them can't let this happen. They ordered his return, by force if necessary, to the capital the day after he arrived in Whitestag City. It was an order for his arrest except for the name, and everyone knew it.

The nobleman who ruled the city marched his army on the prince's camp to capture him, forcing the prince to retaliate with force. The Tricolor War began.