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The Saga of Tanya The Evil, Vol. 9 - Omnes Una Manet Nox
The Saga of Tanya The Evil, Vol. 9 - Omnes Una Manet Nox
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Contents
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Title Page
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Chapter I: Erosion
Chapter II: The Home Front
Chapter III: Necessity Is the Mother of Invention
Chapter IV: Love from Underwater
Chapter V: Sightseeing
Chapter VI: At Dusk
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Rail plus road makes railroad. Much like the Royal Road or the Roman
highways of yore, these are the arteries of states. In the modern day, railroads
are aortas of steel spanning vast distances, linking cities to cities, and of
course, the fatherland to the war front.
The railroad is notable for connecting critical points and facilitating the
movement of goods and citizens. More importantly, it organically binds
otherwise disparate entities into a nation-state.
To the Empire, a land-based military powerhouse, there could be no better
method of wartime transport than rail. Resilient and reliable infrastructure is
the cornerstone of any war machine.
That is what makes the railroad the source of our power.
So to call imperial capital Berun’s front door, Central Station, the heart
that pumps life through its network of tracks and trains might even be an
understatement.
After all, the level of strain this system is regularly subjected to would be
far too much for a body of flesh and blood. It can only be sustained by a heart
of steel, arterial railways, and a densely populated core that runs on steam.
As far as Tanya can tell from her view through the window of the
passenger car, which is slowly pulling into the station, there is no end to the
stream of arriving trains, passengers jumping on or off them, and people
bidding them farewell.
Though it doesn’t quite live up to the flowery language featured in the
newspaper she just hurled at an empty seat in disgust…the scene certainly
does speak to the “strength of the Empire.”
“Excuse me, are you part of the Lergen Kampfgruppe? Er, can you direct me
to an officer?”
“Hrm? You’re not part of the General Staff, are you?”
“I’m with the Reichsbahn… May I have a word?”
“I’m leaving it in your hands, Lieutenant.”
Letting my adjutant handle it, I once again fall deep into thought. I’ve
been distracted by the idea of three hot meals, but too many other things
require my attention. Yet, on the eastern front, the all-too-crucial free time
had been in desperately short supply.
When Tanya exits the office, she finds Colonel Lergen has been waiting for
There’s a very basic saying about war that goes: “If one side is hurting, it’s
no walk in the park for the other side, either.”
The Imperial Army was continuously, resolutely repelling the
Commonwealth’s strategic bombings. But these were far from sweet
victories. They were extremely familiar with how bitter winning could be.
When dawn broke after the long night, the duty officers reluctantly faced
one another to address reality with scowls on their faces.
Why would this day be any different from the ones that had come before
it?
“Damage report?” the commander asked.
The tense atmosphere weighed on the soldier reporting in as much as the
waiting commander’s gaze did.
“Within acceptable limits.”
The officers reviewing the aftermath of the attack sighed in relief. It was
the way everyone at Western HQ wanted every morning to start.
Negligible damage.
No one dared ask for more. They had all given up on wishing for an end
to bombers long ago.
“The perimeter defenses suffered limited damage… I daresay the decoy
anti–air positions are working as intended. But I doubt we can keep relying
Shore up command personnel in the west. The Imperial Army had been aware
of the need for quite a while. Yet, it was merely one among many other minor
issues that had long been left unresolved.
The reason was simple.
There weren’t enough people to go around.
To go a step further, unrealistic expectations had led to the current
predicament. The prewar estimates had been proven inaccurate, and there
were not enough staff officers.
For a decisive battle, commanding a field army did require concentrated
commitment of human resources, but the necessary head count was limited.
Taking this into account, the Empire cultivated its staffers through a strict
selection process and targeted investment.
Only the most promising officers who passed initial screening were sent
to the war college and put through staff training. The officer pool was already
a selective group, so this system of choosing only the very best was overly
When the one in charge in the home country is sick to their stomach, the one
in charge in the field probably feels equally sick—Why can’t you give us
more soldiers?
Even in the Imperial Army, this was an inescapable truth.
Lieutenant General Zettour, too, in his advisory role on the eastern front,
smothered his distress beneath an iron mask and smoked one of his precious
few remaining cigarettes with a blank face.
“…And the multinational unit?”
“They’re keeping the pressure on the Hofen salient. The 301st Division is
putting up a tough fight, but they may not be able to hold out for long.”
Staring at the map spread out before them, Zettour fell silent for a time.
Victory is a cure-all. At the very least, it can sugarcoat just about any
conflict.
And the multinational unit that had been getting pummeled by the
Imperial Army for so long was no exception.
Thwarting Operation Andromeda had been a major turning point. If
nothing else, the Federation was loudly trumpeting their great triumph over
the Empire, and their allies were lavishing one another with congratulations.
Even if they suffered a painful defeat in the ensuing maneuver battle, their
strategic victory was undeniable.
The improvement in the situation fell like a welcome rain on the
multinational unit. This was just perfect for propaganda.
They couldn’t have wished for a more politically convenient victory.
That’s what had the commander of the Commonwealth Marine Mage
Expeditionary Unit, Lieutenant Colonel Drake, in such a good mood.
“…I guess we’re making progress.”
Fertile ground as far as the eye could see. No sign of the enemy. And as
the Imperial Army made their retreat, the Federation Army pushed up.
Drake and his troops had been sortieing daily to support the general
advance. Their primary mission was search and destroy. Though they fanned
out for maximum coverage on their sorties, encounters were sporadic.
He could only conclude that the imperial ground forces were giving up
ground with terrifying practicality and beating a hasty retreat.
Colonel Uger has offered to treat Tanya to a meal. What a moving gesture of
friendship.
Professionally, it can’t hurt to rub elbows with someone in the rail
administration—and he’s a useful friend besides. Throw in a free meal on
top, and Tanya has no choice but to show up. Uger is an affable man, so it’s
an easy decision to meet him.
On this day, Lieutenant Colonel Tanya von Degurechaff was careless.
After a stroll down familiar streets, she steps into Zolka Café, clearly in a
great mood and excited for coffee. When she spots Uger’s rather tired-
looking face, they trade polite greetings as she takes a seat.
It isn’t until the meal is about to begin that I realize I’ve miscalculated.
The dishes served at the venerable Zolka Café adhere to tradition,
meaning an initial offering of bread, then an appetizer, the main course, and a
spot of tea to conclude the affair.
That’s all well and good, but there is one issue—every single thing being
served is ersatz.
“…What do you think, Colonel Degurechaff? About this home-country
feast?” There’s a faintly childish look tinged with sadness on Uger’s face.
Maintaining that unusual expression, he chuckles and says, “From the look
on your face, it seems that my ambush worked.”
He certainly pulled a fast one on me. Tanya half-jokingly nods. “To be
shot in the back. What nasty business.”
“A soldier as distinguished as you should have another set of eyes back
there.”
“If it were the notorious General von Zettour inviting me out, maybe, but I
thought I could afford to lower my guard if it was a classmate from war
college.”
Uger shakes his head, finding that out of character. “I thought you were
the embodiment of constant vigilance, on and off the battlefield.”
“Even on a battlefield, you have to trust your allies. This is rather cruel.”
Trains bound for the east leave the imperial capital every single day. Eagerly
awaiting their next leave, soldiers brace themselves all along the eastern front
or perhaps trembling in the trenches.
Every last one of them is homesick. Sadly, given the critical state of the
war and the deteriorating railway situation, getting a chance to actually go on
your allotted leave is almost too much to wish for.
On the other hand, the capital also welcomes returnees on a daily basis.
Many must have dreamed of returning to their Heimat and savoring the beer
of their hometown, but instead they come back as silent coffins.
Though the main point of departure during this great war had shifted from
west to east, returnees were still coming back to the capital horizontal in their
coffins.
Tanya has been supplied with civilian mourning clothes, and the
ceremony she is ordered to attend is one of those ubiquitous memorial
services for the war dead.
Military business without the military attire. Apparently, she’s just a
private citizen for today. Lieutenant General Rudersdorf has also removed his
uniform to put on plain formal wear. He all but tells her to follow him with
the way he pointedly walks over to one corner of the venue.
I’m not getting the sense that he’ll take no for an answer. Tanya has no
choice but to swallow her questions, purse her lips, and follow him.
Before long, they reach a spot just a short way from the north exit of the
train station.
In every direction, all that can be seen is black. Mixed in with the throng
of mourning clothes, the occasional dress uniform interrupts the wall of
muted colors.
Are those white spots navy dress uniforms? They stick out too much.
The sobering rebound from a happy fantasy is rough. The more seductive the
prospects, the greater the disappointment.
After parting with Rudersdorf, Tanya emits a sigh as she walks alone
through the capital.
The gray imperial capital, city of the dead, and this strange lifestyle of
clinging to broken normalcy… The situation here is beyond her
understanding.
“…The tricky part is that we haven’t lost yet.”
There’s one root cause for it.
Though we haven’t won, we haven’t lost, either—a bizarre state of limbo.
In reality, the eastern front is a nightmare. The Empire is already waist
deep in a quagmire. Severe attrition, administrative chaos, and no exit
strategy. That’s the cause of this gradual yet evident decline.
Look in all the right places, and you’ll be able to see the hourglass’s sand
flowing at an alarming rate.
But humans are blind creatures who only see what they want. A man is
less often a roseau pensant than a zombie that pretends to be pensant.
The Reich is ruled by emotion and the weight of the dead.
“Next topic, then. On the southern continent, the Imperial Army is beginning
to show signs that it’s planning to pull out.”
The report from the Intelligence agent was a new development. To be
more specific, it was the type of report one didn’t hear very often. To those at
the meeting, this was the first piece of good news in quite a while.
Someone nodded in satisfaction as if to say, Finally!
“That took long enough. I couldn’t stand those damn vermin.”
“They’re giving the broken record from the Free Republic a run for its
money.”
The gentlemen in attendance were all key Commonwealth planners. At
Urged to go with him, Tanya and the other magic officers are led to a certain
Arghhhh, when did that come from my own mouth…? As that groaning
thought comes unbidden, Tanya stares off into the distance with a far-off look
in her eyes.
Five words come to mind: You reap what you sow.
This is a reality that’s difficult to swallow. But grotesquely enough, the
seeds I sowed really did lead directly to this situation.
Tanya started commenting on the navy’s equipment without thinking, just
idly wondering how handy it would be to have maiali…and now she’s the
one being made into a human torpedo.
It’s hard to call any of this fun.
The Imperial Navy Inner Sea submarine units were originally outfitted to the
same standard as the rest of the fleet.
In other words, the torpedoes they had been allotted weren’t useful for
anything at all. That they could speak of that in the past tense was good news
both for them and the developer of the torpedoes.
A dramatic improvement in fuses meant a huge drop in absolute nonsense
like landing direct hits with duds, explosions upon launch, and magnetic
fuses that zip straight past the enemy fleet.
The eels have finally evolved into the torpedoes the submarine department
has been waiting for. But even with such good news, it wasn’t as if the
standard-issue torpedoes became a silver bullet.
They’re average weapons, nothing special.
Though not terribly fast, they prioritized mechanical reliability, and they
were electric driven, which was an excellent design choice for manufacturing
efficiency. They would be injected into the eager Inner Sea for use in
commerce raiding.
Naturally, that meant the submarines deployed there would also be
engaged in hunting merchant ships. But the situation was changing…just a
bit. That’s how it seemed to the veteran crews.
The first sign they noticed was strange orders from the higher-ups to make
“repairs.”
For some time now, they had been getting told to fit their subs with huge,
mysterious attachments. Surprisingly, their protests that it would impact their
speed underwater were ignored, and the dry-dock crews went ahead making
the “special modifications” as strictly and decisively instructed.
When they saw the result, it was only natural that even more captains
were firmly, dramatically against having them on their ships. Despite that, the
submarine units, in a rare move, were forced to go along without any
explanation besides the fact that it was “orders.”
It was only a matter of time before What the hell is this? became a new
shared greeting.
Despite the fact that U-091 under Major Otto von Elm is a standard fleet
submarine, it’s currently sailing openly on the surface.
A submarine that voluntarily reveals itself.
That probably sends a message in and of itself. In order to reinforce the
idea of innocently passing through, it proceeds at a leisurely pace toward the
horizon, leaving a small wake behind as it enters Ildoan waters.
Regardless of how it would have gone at night, if a sub is not diving but
confidently flying the imperial flag as it approaches in broad daylight, Ildoa
has to respond whether it wants to or not.
And Ildoan Navy HQ responds promptly.
More specifically, they broadcast a call to guide the goodwill visitors over
all channels. And how kind of them to send it unencrypted as well. They send
it multiple times so that the friendly nation is sure to pick up the message.
After enough time passes, the Ildoan fleet sends a torpedo squadron to
greet the ship that Tanya and her unit are hitching a lift on.
Thus, receiving a courteous welcome from the friendly neutral country,
and even exchanging a polite gun salute, U-091, flying its imperial and
military flags, glides over the Inner Sea, announcing the Empire’s presence
the whole way.
The accompanying Ildoan boats surround U-091, creating a ring
formation with the submarine at its center. Interpreting this kindly, for them
to situate a vessel that isn’t even a capital ship right in the middle, they must
be escorting us, wary of any interference from the Commonwealth Navy.
Then again, their cannons are pointed ever so slightly inward. I suppose
The peaceful hours flew by. The stay in Ildoa was marked by much
carousing. The few days spent in the capital were over in the blink of an eye.
It was only natural that some of my subordinates wanted to stay longer.
Personally, I would have been happy to remain partying in Ildoa till the end
of the war.
Sadly, their host made it perfectly clear that a long stay was not an option.
With their thorough and ongoing weather vane diplomacy, the presence of
imperial troops was a serious liability.
On leave, mingling with the locals, sightseeing—the excuse didn’t matter.
Having imperial soldiers wandering around where diplomats from countries
at war with the Empire could see them was simply too much of an
inconvenience.
The eagerness to get rid of the imperials as quickly as possible lurked
beneath their smiles, even as they prepared a courtesy red carpet.
It essentially was, We’ve kindly arranged you a train home, so get out.
We were practically handed the tickets by force. Was it a minimal show of
goodwill or the Empire asserting its presence? The entire staff of the imperial
embassy came to see us off…but they were in the enviable position of getting
to remain in Ildoa. Even though I privately was jealous, I couldn’t very well
let it show on my face as a fully fledged member of society. At the very least,
I had to force a smile when it came time to say good-bye before boarding the
train.
And now I’m back in a compartment on this weirdly smooth-running
train. It’s nauseatingly well-appointed. And the Ildoans are so good at
hospitality that they managed to learn our tastes during our stay.
Thanks to which, we have the unbelievable pleasure of choosing our
breakfast according to our preferences. That’s how Tanya is able to enjoy
nibbling on the light morning meal of her choice alongside her adjutant.
Fresh fruit, simple cold dishes, plus proper bread and meat. Honestly,
what luxury.
“…Conspicuous consumption. And a plush passenger train home. But
why do the servers come directly to our room…? They don’t want us talking
Back from a business trip or a chance to pop into headquarters. Either way,
an adult member of society can’t neglect to always appeal to others when the
chance presents itself.
Reporting into the General Staff Office is a great opportunity.
Turn in the report on the V-2 operation in the south and miscellaneous
observations of Ildoa. Establish that my adjutant will hand over the souvenir
wine to the recipients.
Then all that’s left is to the make the rounds.
Tanya is summoned by an extremely sober-faced Colonel Lergen just as
she’s oozing maximum charm. There is almost no time between his “Can I
see you for a moment?” and her being marched off to his office.
Well, he’s certainly in a rush. It’s natural to wonder why. But when he
shares his news, all extraneous thoughts go out the window.
“Colonel Lergen, excuse me—what did you just say?”
“You heard correctly, Colonel.”
I’m dumbfounded, and Colonel Lergen simply continues matter-of-factly,
looking tired as he does.
“Captain Meybert and Lieutenant Tospan were taken in by military police.
Of course, it’s only temporary. I’m sure they’ll be released right away.”
“I beg your pardon, sir. This isn’t an issue of timing. You’re telling me
my artilleryman and infantry idiot were arrested?!”
Manual maniacs. They’re the type to follow the rules to the letter. The
type who will work steadily at whatever they’re told to do diligently and
With that new warmth in her pocket and her excellent mood continuing
unabated, Tanya makes her rounds in high spirits. She saves Lieutenant
General Rudersdorf for the very end, as if he is the most important stop.
Even if Lieutenant General Zettour out east is my actual boss, it’s only
natural for anyone to be friendly with an influential, capable officer in the
same organization who has close ties with their superior. And if there’s a
medal coming up, the least Tanya could do was say hello.
“It’s Lieutenant Colonel Degurechaff, sir!”
In a private room at the Imperial Army Officers’ Club, not far from the
General Staff Office…
Since it’s a place where alcohol is served, a member of the military police
Colonel Degurechaff visited to hear what the General Staff is thinking and be
given an outline. Heard about the overall situation on the eastern front as well
as some general information about the Battle of the West. The situation in the
skies over the western front seem to be in rather dire straits.
The lines in the east are at a standstill, yet the war of attrition rages on.
After their official business, the general and Tanya chatted about personal
topics.
P.S.
HQ presented her with coffee beans for fighting alongside us on the
southern lines and in recognition of being the sort of esteemed friend who
assisted us with our withdrawal.
A man with a gloomy expression delivered a dark report in a room that felt
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