Became a Strategist with a 100 Intelligence and 100% Accuracy

"When exactly do you plan to vacate the premises?"
"In about three or four days, I think."
"Understood."

After roughly setting my departure date, I left a brief note in the room.
"Senior Janis, I had a good stay. Thank you."
That should be enough.

Even if he had survived, once someone had experienced imprisonment, they were unlikely to try anything reckless again.
And that was a relief.
It wasn’t pleasant to watch someone I had even the slightest connection with meet their end.

This morning.
I woke up beside Serpina.
Though nothing had happened, I had spent the night with her all the same.

She had told me that I was the first person to ever enter her private chamber.
Being the first to trespass into someone else’s domain… it was an oddly indescribable feeling.
What was that dream I had in the morning?

They say dreams reflect the subconscious.
Serpina, begging me not to leave her.
Luna, asking me to return to her.

Maybe I was just reading too much into it.
But if that dream really reflected my inner thoughts—
Then it meant my heart was wavering.
Since leaving Lunarian’s Army.

Even during my time with Brans Army, even with the Aishus Army.
Not once did I struggle with whom I should serve.
Maybe it was because the flaws of the rulers I had served had been too obvious.

Or maybe it was because, rather than pledging loyalty to a sovereign, I had built relationships with people like Airen and Reika.
Either way, this was the first time I had experienced such conflict.
If my predictions were correct, then the ruler who would unify the continent was none other than Luna—so long as Serpina remained in her way.

In that case, this wasn’t even a question.
I had to serve the one who would bring about unification.
So then why…

Why did she keep lingering in my mind?
Why had she appeared in my dream?
Why did I feel an inexplicable sense of comfort and warmth, even in situations that would have felt unpleasant or unsettling with anyone else?

The image of her staring at her drink with a bitter smile surfaced in my mind.
She had looked so lonely.
So precarious.

As if a single touch could make everything collapse.
For Luna to unify the continent, Serpina’s downfall was inevitable.
That much was a given.

Two suns could not exist under the same sky.
If Serpina’s army were to fall…
What would happen to Serpina?

I couldn’t imagine a descendant of Eingart kneeling before another.
Even in the game, she never surrendered unless her country had already fallen.
And even then, she wouldn’t always yield.

So… would she be killed?
Would she meet her end at Luna’s hands?
Luna was a generous ruler, but she had lost her only sister to Serpina.

She wouldn’t forgive her easily.
Then what should I do?
Should I help Luna… and bring Serpina’s life to an end?

"Haa…"
I never thought I’d have these kinds of thoughts.
To be honest—when I first found myself inside this game, I hadn’t immediately accepted it as 100% reality.

The mechanics of the game, the system’s rule that "a strategist with 100 Intelligence is always correct"—these things made it feel, in some ways, like I was still just playing a game.
But.
Ever since I met James—the soldier who had vowed to treasure the Lunarian banner—my thoughts had begun to change.

Meeting Airen.
Fighting alongside the soldiers who followed her.
Watching Lyn and Yuri, who acted on emotion rather than gain.

Encountering people with their own personal struggles.
Reika, longing for freedom.
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And now, Serpina, who bore the weight of her throne.
This world was real.
And so… choosing the most advantageous option was no longer so simple.

Could I truly make the decision to cast Serpina aside, knowing Luna was the right choice?
If I had been capable of making that choice easily, I wouldn’t have wandered so far in the first place.
I would have simply let Serpina die, pledged my allegiance to whoever took her place, and waited for Luna to rise—living comfortably in the meantime.

But just like back then, when I couldn’t abandon Luna and chose to take the long road instead—
Now, even after being betrayed over and over again…
I couldn’t bring myself to abandon Serpina.

‘This is complicated.’
Luna had yet to raise her flag.
There was no need to agonize over this just yet.

But it was better to think about my choices now, rather than be caught unprepared when the time came.
With that thought, I threw myself onto the bed.
Right now, I just wanted to see Airen.

When I was with her, I didn’t have to deal with these tangled thoughts.
I could simply exist beside her, and that alone would be enough.
Maybe that was part of why I had been able to reject Serpina’s advances so firmly—

Half of it was probably due to the danger to my own life if I got involved with her.
But the other half…
Was that I couldn’t bring myself to betray Airen.

‘…Let’s just rest for now.’
I wasn’t really tired, having just woken up.
But even so, I closed my eyes, willing myself to sleep.

If only I could take out my brain and wash it clean.
***
"You've worked hard, Lord Rem."

"Ah, tactician. You've arrived."
This was Zeilant Castle.
A small fief located west of Arnel Castle, accessible after passing through several fortresses. It was currently under Brans Army's control.

Considering Arnel Castle was the heart of the central continent, it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that from this point onward, the region could be considered the Western Continent.
Lord Aneka Rem lowered his head toward Parfalle and spoke.
"And our lord…?"

"…She is currently resting in the annex."
"I see…"
"For the time being, she will remain here a while longer. She is merely taking time to recuperate, so please continue your duties as usual."

"Understood."
After exchanging brief courtesies with Rem, Parfalle exited Zeilant Castle’s royal residence.
Ever since forming an alliance with Serpina’s forces, things had gone exactly as Parfalle had predicted.

By pulling all troops stationed in the northern continent and concentrating them in the central-southern regions, they had been able to repel the Hesna Army’s offensive with relative ease.
Roland’s forces, which had been stationed near Hesna, had originally seemed poised to launch an invasion as well—but given their current silence, it was likely they had reconsidered after assessing the situation.
In the end, the alliance with Serpina had been a disgraceful move—but one that had undeniably yielded results.

The real problem… was Lyn.
Since that day, she had issued no commands at all, as if she had become nothing more than a lifeless wax figure.
It wasn't as if the nation had fallen into chaos—Parfalle had been handling administrative affairs ever since Lyn had first begun to spiral out of control.

Back then, at least, Lyn had still listened to Parfalle’s advice, at least a little, and made efforts to maintain her composure.
But now—
'……'

Saying nothing, Parfalle made her way toward the annex on the outskirts of Zeilant Castle.
Originally just a storage facility, it had been renovated into a villa for Lyn’s use.
Zeilant Castle itself was not a particularly developed territory, nor was it significant enough to warrant the construction of a separate estate.

It was nothing more than a gateway leading to the Western Continent—an utterly worthless stretch of land.
Yet, rather than returning to Arnel Castle, Lyn had chosen to remain here.
Upon arriving at the annex, a priest greeted Parfalle.

A priest.
In a world where religion had become little more than a joke, a man dressed in a priest’s robes was an exceedingly rare sight.
"You have arrived, Lady Parfalle."

"And how is our lord?"
"She is resting, but…"
The priest fell silent, shaking his head.

Without a word, Parfalle simply nodded and walked past him, heading for the chamber where Lyn was staying.
Knocking lightly on the door, she spoke.
"…My lord. It is Parfalle. I am coming in."

No voice answered from beyond the door.
But Parfalle opened it cautiously and stepped inside.
Lyn sat at a desk, greeting her with a bright, cheerful smile.

"Oh? Parfalle, you’re here!"
"Yes, my lord."
"Hey, have we received any word from the search party?"

"The search party…?"
"Yes! The search party! Any news? Anything at all?"
Watching Lyn speak like an eager child, Parfalle bit her lip before responding in a quiet voice.

"…No, not yet."
"Really? Sorry, but could you have them check again? I know he’s still hiding somewhere in this city! There’s no way he escaped—there wasn’t enough time, and our soldiers have completely surrounded the area! He couldn’t have gotten out, no way. Oh! Did I ever tell you? He was so sharp when he spoke to me last time. You remember, right?"
"…Yes."

"Right? So go tell the search party again, make sure they know! They’re looking for a young man with white hair, good-looking, quite striking, actually. You’d be shocked when you meet him, Parfalle! You’ll probably wonder, ‘How on earth did a guy like that end up serving such a dull woman?’"
Lyn beamed, her expression as bright as a child's.
Parfalle… could only lower her head.

She did not answer.
Minutes passed.
Lyn, now biting her nails, frowned in frustration.

"I even told my brother and that unpleasant woman to help with the search, but they’re taking forever. We need to find that man already so I can bring him back to Arnel Castle. Don’t you think so?"
"……"
The reason she was so fixated on Zeilant Castle.

It was because this was once the stronghold of the insignificant Lunarian Army.
The place where she had first met him—the silver-haired tactician, Swen.
"I don’t just think he talks well—he’s got a real talent for strategy, too. I have a good eye for talent, you know? Parfalle, you know that, right? I’m better at spotting talented people than my ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) brothers, aren’t I?"

"…Yes, my lord. I am aware."
"He’s hiding for now, but the search party will find him soon! And when they do, I’m not a bad person. If that awful woman hurries up and hands him over, I’ll even give him a good position! He’ll probably cry from gratitude, don’t you think? I mean, a guy like him? He’d do anything if I just gave him the right role. I’m such a generous person, after all."
Her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke.

At a glance, she looked no different from the charismatic Lyn of the past—the one who had conquered the central continent and prepared to invade the north.
But—
"Fufu… Swen, I wonder what kind of face you’ll make once you’re mine? You might resist at first, but in the end, you’ll see—we’ll share the same dream. After all, the nation that will unify the continent is Brans Army! Ufufu…♡"

'My lord…'
—The truth was, Lyn had suffered severe trauma.
Her mind had regressed to the time just before she had met Swen.

And now, trapped in Zeilant Castle, she had become obsessed with finding him.
Even though he was already long gone.