Restart:Untalented Man-Chapter 527: An Inevitable Outcome

Riz stood in the war chamber, a large map of the continent spread out before him, with pins and markers indicating troop movements, supply routes, and borders.

Around him, key officials stood at attention. Their faces were tense. They were waiting for the final word.

He turned toward William Geoffrey, the Minister of War and Defence. "Has everything been prepared?" Riz asked.

William nodded. "Yes, Your Majesty. Everything is in place. All that remains is your permission."

A thin smile formed on Riz's lips. His gaze swept across the faces in the room.

"Good." He paused. "Then let the war begin. Target: Naharog."

The machine of war moved without friction.

The command spread like wildfire across the chain of command. Orders were relayed, flags were raised, and the final seal of war was placed upon the offensive plan.

As soon as the king's latest order was conveyed, the eyes of the continent were fixed on the northern border with Blande.

However, nothing happened.

No barrage. No thunder of hooves. No lines of infantry crossed the border into Blande. The soldiers deployed to the north held their ground.

Everyone was thrown into confusion.

Then, another piece of news ignited an explosion of panic and rage across the continent.

The Kingdom of Naharog had been invaded.

Reports flooded in. Foreign troops crossing the southern border took the fortress in swift strikes, and key trade routes were seized.

The culprit is none other than Ryntum.

By this time, everyone realised Ryntum's true target.

They had been deceived! All those movements to the north were a ruse.

Every nation had stared at the wrong border. And now, Naharog burned.

The trick works so well that it made everyone explode in anger.

None of the observers felt good about it. Nobody likes to be toyed with like this.

All of a sudden, Ryntum began to receive another wave of insults.

"Despicable!"

When the news of Ryntum's true target reached the streets of Blande, the initial reaction was one of disbelief, followed by a sense of relief.

After weeks of tension and sleepless nights under the looming shadow of war, the citizens finally exhaled.

They weren't the target. No invasion force was coming for their towns.

But relief didn't mean complacency.

The troops stationed at the frontier remained exactly where they were, battle-ready.

High command in Blande gave no orders to stand down. The enemy had shown their hand, yes. But they had also demonstrated their cunning.

It's always wise to be cautious.

Meanwhile, far to the south, deep in the lands of Naharog, smoke curled into the pale sky as the city of Szazki crumbled.

General Bain Lawrence, commander of this campaign, watched the siege unfold.

It took no time for Ryntum to destroy the fortifications of Szazki under the relentless barrage of artillery.

Behind him, his officers stood ready. Scouts reported minimal resistance. The outer defences were already breached.

Fires burned within the city as civilians fled or hid in terror.

"Send the infantry in," Bain ordered calmly. "Secure the gates, then sweep inward. Prioritise the armoury and the city hall. No looting. No fires unless necessary. We come to rule, not plunder."

The officers saluted and rode off.

It didn't take long for the Ryntum flag to be raised above Szazki's central tower.

By dusk, the southernmost city of Naharog had fallen. And it had taken barely a day.

General Bain Lawrence rode through the ruined streets. He didn't revel in the victory.

There are two more cities to conquer.

Ryntum did not rush.

With Szazki secured and the southern front stabilised, they plan to move like a slow tide.

Conquering the next city can be done tomorrow.

Officers help set up administrative centres. Engineers began mapping road networks, while civil officials began converting local governance systems to Ryntum's.

The process of integration begins right away! That's how confident they are.

And no one could stop it.

The Kingdom of Naharog was boxed in. Ryntum's territory wrapped around it like a noose, cutting off every land route.

Supply chains from the east and west were severed. To the south, Ryntum's forces were already pushing forward.

There was no escape on foot or by horse.

Even the sea offered no salvation. Ryntum's navy fully controlled the entrance to the bay, the only access to the outside world.

If any countries wish to help Naharog, they can only do so by air. But such help would never come.

No nation possessed the technological capability to mount an aerial intervention.

So Naharog will stand alone—stranded, surrounded, and slowly being strangled.

As for the issue of the royal family of Naharog fleeing, that won't be a problem either.

Ryntum's SIN agents have long infiltrated their capital and watch every movement of the important figures there.

Disguised as merchants, scribes, and attendants, they lived in the shadows of Naharog's most guarded institutions.

They knew everything.

No matter what Naharog did, there was only one inevitable outcome: a complete and utter destruction of the kingdom.

At dawn the next day, the soldiers marched once more. The sun had barely risen, but the banners of Ryntum already danced in the wind.

Their next target was the city of Mezorin, a modestly prosperous centre of commerce. Mezorin had always prided itself as an economic engine of the kingdom.

Anyway, all of that doesn't matter right now because it fell within just a few hours.

According to General Bain's arrangement, the firepower showcase today is several times greater than yesterday. He plans to let Ryntum go all out and fully conquer the kingdom today.

Unlike the day before, which Bain had treated as a warm-up.

At the gate of the capital city, Napuna, Bain stares with a nostalgic gaze.

"This place hasn't changed at all," he said.

There was no warmth in his voice, just a biting disappointment for the place where he grew up.

Napuna, despite being the capital of two kingdoms consecutively, had remained stagnant, untouched by progress and development.