Ascend The Multiverse|多元宇宙を昇る [Kny x Black!Reader x Countryhumans] {ON HIATUS}

Eleven| 十一

Where the Great War enters

A/N: The next few chapters will focus on the war. It will not be completely accurate since you are involved but I will try to make it sensible. Well, if my sanity allows it. Japanese and English will be in Italics since we are on foreign territory.

Enjoy.

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"That damn Serb." The German general cursed under his breath while inhaling a puff of smoke from his cigar. He sat in his tent, dimly lit up by a candle. The night was dark and cloudy as usual, the autumn night air pricking the skin underneath his uniform. It managed to set the stage of the current gloomy atmosphere on earth.

It was a cold night in October of 1914. Three months had passed since that stupid Gavrilo Princip of Serbia assassinated Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo. Because of that one act, the entire European continent had descended into chaos. Violence. Bloodshed. War.

The higher ups in the political scene already knew that war was imminent. What no one expected was the massive scale and effect it would have. Men from all walks of life were enlisted and drafted to fight for their countries. Teenagers saw it as an adventure and foolishly joined the ranks - some sneaking away from their homes - believing the lie that the conflict would end by Christmas.

For the unfortunate boys, that would be the first and last adventure in their young lives.

So far, more than 400,000 lives had already been lost. In two more months, that number would rise to a million. Not to mention the millions of people that would be displaced from their homes as they fled from destruction and possible genocide.

The general again cursed the name of the assassin who caused all that to happen. That lucky bastard was enjoying safety behind bars while his fellow countrymen were marching into foreign land, mud and blood staining their uniforms as they fought due to the consequences of his actions.

To be fair, war would have broken out either way, but he was the easiest to blame for everything.

Just as the general put down his cigar to take a sip of whiskey, his subordinate sergeant walked into his tent. By the nervousness on his visage, he could tell something was wrong.

"What is it, sergeant?" His gruff voice which brought fear in people's chests made the scrawny man before him flinch. Saluting with respect and fear, he spoke.

"Sir, our operation in Belgium...has been compromised."

The man in the chair froze for a brief moment before banging his desk harshly. "What do you mean it has been compromised?! We made sure that no one knew of it and yet here you are blabbering nonsense!"

What was this operation? Well, since the Germans wanted to take out France, they invaded Belgium which dragged the UK in the war. The Belgium civilians experienced some of the worst war crimes in their history from the invaders. One of them included deportation and being sold for labour within German borders.

The general and his regiment was overseeing the deportation of 20,000 of these innocent civilians secretly from the public eye. However, it seemed that something did not go according to plan.

"I know who did it, sir--"

"Spit it out then! Or I will kill you right here!" The huge man demanded, standing abruptly and pointing a pistol at the poor man's head. The general glared in disgust at the man he perceived as trash. He was in a noble family and had a lot of wealth in his name, unlike the soldier who was a mere commoner. The operation was sure to give him more profit and recognition in the ranks.