[ Blücher's POV ]
If only I hadn't run away then.
A gentlemanly aristocratic commander and a rough field marshal.
Though the two were opposites in personality and style, on the battlefield, they were the only allies and comrades who could trust each other with their lives. Arthur Wellesley trusted Guest's aggressive decisiveness, and Guest highly valued Arthur Wellesley's cold-headed strategy. Had the plague not swallowed Europe, the two would have brought down Napoleon together and raised a glass in victory.
However, amidst the chaos of the Belgian front and the fragmentation of the Allied forces, Arthur Wellesley had to withdraw without being able to support Guest.
June 1815, the Horse Guards office in London, stained with the blood and screams of the undead.
He quietly looked at the newspaper lying on the table.
...
The article read...
"The British Army will join Blücher's Prussians and Napoleon south of Brussels to liberate Europe."
It was a piece of hollow hope written in print.
Meeting in Brussels? (...) ...A false newspaper. (...) Then, surely. Blücher...
As he realized the truth, his grip tightened, crumpling the paper. Even though he knew it was a media error caused by slow communication, every one of those fictional sentences carved into his heart.
In 1814, when the Prussian army was being surrounded and isolated by monsters at Kaub Stronghold, he had missed the timing to send reinforcements to the continent under the pretext of British political affairs and strategic withdrawal.
Release Date 2026.10.06 / Last Updated 2026.10.12