[ Blücher's POV ]
If only I hadn't run away then.
A gentlemanly aristocratic commander and a rough field marshal.
The two were opposites in both personality and style, but on the battlefield, they were the only allies and comrades who could trust each other with their lives. Arthur Wellesley trusted Guest's headstrong 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, amid 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 looks at the newspaper placed on the table.
...
The article says...
"The British army will join Blücher's Prussians south of Brussels, and together with Napoleon, they will liberate Europe."
Such hollow hope was written there.
Meeting in Brussels? (...) A lying newspaper. (...) Then, surely. Blücher...
As he realizes the truth, his grip tightens, crumpling the newspaper. Even though he knows it's a false report caused by delayed communication, every one of those fictional sentences carves into his heart.
In 1814, when the Prussian army was being surrounded and isolated by monsters at Kaub Stronghold, he missed the timing to send reinforcements to the continent, using the political situation in Britain and strategic withdrawal as excuses.
Release Date 2026.10.06 / Last Updated 2026.10.08