I Reincarnated as a Prince Who Revolutionized the Kingdom-Chapter 59: Sending the Message to the Army

July 30th, 1693

The grand chamber of the Royal Palace of Elysea was no longer the seat of a crumbling monarchy or the office of a repressive regime. It had become the war room for Prince Bruno, the de facto ruler of Elysea. Maps and reports were spread across the large wooden table, surrounded by his closest advisors—General Berthold, Captain Vallier, and Antoine Leclerc. The weight of rebuilding the kingdom now rested on his shoulders, and the first step was ending the war that had consumed Elysea for over a decade.

Bruno’s fingers tapped lightly on the polished surface of the table. "It’s time," he said finally, his voice calm but firm. "The war must end. The Republic is no more, and Elysea needs to rebuild."

Leclerc nodded, understanding the implications. "I’ll draft the letters immediately. The coalition nations—Greater Germania, Britannica, and the Iberian Empire—must be informed that Elysea is under new leadership."

"We’ll need to send envoys," Vallier added. "They won’t just take our word for it. For all they know, this could be a ploy by Republican remnants."

Bruno sighed. "Then we will send men they trust. Officers who fought in the war, diplomats who still hold some credibility. The message must be clear: the Republic is gone, and it is time for a ceasefire."

He turned to Berthold. "What of our forces still fighting along the border?"

Berthold’s expression darkened. "We have around 100,000 men still active in the field. Many are entrenched along the border, while others are deep in enemy territory. They’ve fought for the Republic, bled for it. Some will accept your rule, but many… many still believe in the ideals of the Republic."

Bruno narrowed his eyes. "How many do you estimate will refuse to stand down?"

Berthold hesitated before answering. "At least forty, maybe fifty thousand."

A tense silence followed.

Vallier crossed his arms. "So, another civil war."

Bruno exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Not a full-scale civil war. Not yet. But sedition, certainly. If nearly half of our military refuses to acknowledge my rule, then we have another battle ahead of us. We need to act quickly before they organize."

Leclerc adjusted his spectacles, his voice careful. "Many of these soldiers have lived under Republican rule for years. To them, the Republic was not a regime—it was their home. They were promised a future free from monarchy, free from nobility. If they see you as just another king to be overthrown, they won’t hesitate to take up arms."

Bruno nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. "Then we give them a choice."

Berthold raised an eyebrow. "A choice?"

"We send orders for them to lay down their arms and return to Elysea," Bruno explained. "Those who accept will be welcomed back into the Royal Army. Those who refuse will be given safe passage to leave Elysea. But if they choose to rebel, then we will treat them as enemies of the state."

Leclerc frowned. "And if they don’t leave? If they stay and resist?"

Bruno’s expression hardened. "Then we put them down."

August 2nd, 1693 – The Orders Are Given

Messages were dispatched across the country and beyond its borders. Letters, carried by trusted officers and envoys, reached the commanders of Elysea’s remaining forces. They were simple, direct, and left no room for misinterpretation.

[To the Soldiers of Elysea,

The Republic is no more. Its leaders have fallen, its government dismantled. Prince Bruno of Elysea has reclaimed the throne, and the kingdom stands united once more.

Effective immediately, all military operations beyond our borders are to cease. All soldiers are to return home. Any who wish to continue serving the Royal Army will be granted full amnesty.

However, any who seek to fight in the name of the Republic must understand this: Elysea will not tolerate insurrection. Lay down your arms or leave. If you choose war, you will be treated as an enemy of the kingdom.

The choice is yours.

Prince Bruno of Elysea]

The letters were received by commanders across Elysea’s remaining battlefields. Some read them with relief, eager to return home. Others, however, saw them as a betrayal.

August 5th, 1693.

Reports flooded into the Royal Palace within days.

"They refuse to stand down," Berthold said grimly, tossing a handful of letters onto the table. "Not all, but enough to be a problem."

Bruno picked up one of the letters, reading the response from a Republican commander stationed near the Britannica border.

[To the so-called King of Elysea,

We do not recognize your authority. We have fought for the Republic, for the ideals of freedom and equality, and we will not bow to another monarch.

You may have taken Elysee, but you have not taken our spirit. If you want our surrender, come and take it from us.

General Victor Mcdonauld, 2nd Republican Army]

Bruno set the letter down, his jaw tightening. "Where are they?"

Berthold pointed at the map, marking key locations where resistance had emerged. "The largest groups are stationed in the north near Greater Germania, and in the south near the Iberian frontier. The rest are scattered throughout Elysea, mostly in fortified positions."

Leclerc sighed. "We’re looking at another campaign. It won’t be as large as the war against the Republic, but it will be bloody."

Vallier shook his head. "They’re fools. They’re outnumbered, outgunned. They can’t win this."

Bruno narrowed his eyes. "They don’t need to win. They just need to make it costly for us."

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Leclerc nodded. "Precisely. If they wage a prolonged guerilla war, they could destabilize the kingdom before it’s even properly rebuilt."

Bruno leaned over the table, his expression unreadable. "Then we strike first."

Berthold’s eyes flickered with approval. "What’s the plan?"

Bruno pointed to the key rebel strongholds. "We move swiftly. We target their leadership, cut off their supplies, and eliminate them before they can organize. We cannot allow this to drag on."

Leclerc hesitated. "We could still negotiate. Offer them a chance to surrender peacefully."

Bruno exhaled. "We did. They refused. But since they loved equality and freedom that much, I can promise radical reforms to them."