Very Wrong Reincarnation: Isekai with Game Nation

Vol. 3 Chapter 14

The scent of flowers filled the room, a soft sweetness that elevated sharply with the news from the front. I sat there, surrounded by the two mothers of my children — Cecily and Lisa — both of whom had long since separated by two different lives — a strange, peaceful bond between. Cecily was quietly breastfeeding our child, her calm expression illuminated by the soft afternoon light, while Lisa lounged nearby, lazily flipping through some military reports that I’d left on the table as she had another of her hand, resting peacefully with our own child.

Across from us stood her brother, the crown prince — glaring in silence like some watchdog that refused to leave his post.

I sighed. “Hey, Lisa, your brother’s seriously creepy, you know that? Why does he keep following me every time I visit? He’s just standing there like I’m going to do something scandalous right here and now.”

Lisa chuckled, covering her mouth with a hand. “Well, can you blame him? There’s no telling you won’t impregnate us again the moment he turns his back.”

I turned toward the prince with a raised brow. “Obviously not! Lizette!” the prince snapped, using his sister’s full name. “Don’t say vulgar things like that in front of him!”

“Meh,” Lisa said aloud, smirking at his outrage.

Cecily tried to hold back a laugh but failed. I simply shrugged, half amused, half exhausted.

Lisa waved her brother off and turned back to me. “Don’t mind him. He’s just a worrywart tsundere type. You know how royal brothers are.”

“Yeah,” I said dryly.

She grinned. “Anyway, according to our latest reports, Yugoslavia should surrender in about two months. Cecily and I have both checked the... Future forecast. It’s only a matter of time.”

I leaned back in the chair, frowning. “Can’t we accelerate their destruction? I’m getting tired of watching casualty lists grow longer every week.”

Lisa tilted her head slightly, resting her chin on her palm. “You’re impatient as always. But yes, it’ll end soon enough. Tito will die — exactly two months from now. Once that happens, the entire structure will fall apart. Think of it as Balkan 2.0, just… on another world.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Balkan 2.0, huh? That’s one way to put it.”

She nodded casually and smiled faintly. “You forget — we can see the future, remember? Not perfectly, but enough.” Gotta, give her a credit. She's a former saint. If she says Tito will die in two months, then he will.

“Still,” I said, “can’t we just fast-forward that process? Maybe bomb Tito before that two-month mark? I’ve heard our forces have been making serious gains in Dalvat, but we’ve already lost four thousand soldiers there. And your side—” I gestured toward her and Cecily “—has tens of thousands dead already, right? I’d rather bring home more living soldiers, not cold bodies.”

Lisa’s face turned a little more serious. “We can’t pinpoint Tito’s exact location. We’ve tried. He moves constantly, and he’s not broadcasting anything that helps us trace him. You can’t kill someone if you don’t know where he is.”

I leaned back and exhaled through my nose, disappointed. “Figures.”

For a while, no one spoke. Only the faint sound of Cecily’s child nursing broke the silence. The scent of flowers mixed with that of ink and old paper, carried by the soft wind from the balcony.

Then, an idea formed in my head.

“If we can’t find Tito,” I said finally, “then we just have to find the city he’s hiding in.”