the final and greatest civil war in the Westian Empire 　
　At the forefront of the battle, Gurgast wields his battleaxes in both hands, knocking the punitive soldiers through the edge of his hand.
　Even though he is already an elderly man, he does not seem to run out of strength at all, and he rages around with the intensity that could be called a storm.

"Oh! What's wrong with you? Weren't you guys like a punitive force? What's wrong with dealing with an old man like this?"

　With the cry, the Battleax blow cuts a soldier's torso covered with leather armour.
　Soldiers lose their lives by literally smashing them off instead of slashing them with a sharp blow as Ray often does.

"General, general. It's not persuasive to say things like the general is senile or anyone can't understand..."

　One of Gurgast's men shouts Harbard in his hand.

"Hahaha, that's quite right! If the general is old, he'll easily be asking how many monsters there are in the world!"

　Another subordinate, listening to the two men nearby, wields a curved sword in his hand and cuts off the soldier's head.
　What is happening around us is an overwhelming trampling.
　...but what is different from the usual trampling is that the majority are trampled down.
　In terms of the number of soldiers, the punitive force is overwhelmingly larger, and cooperation is well established.
　However, overall, the punitive force was defeated.
　It's not that they're being squeezed in, but that's overwhelmingly.
　the illusion of being the prey of a hunt

"Why, why are we being pushed so hard!? They're just fighting whatever they want without getting along with us... Why!"
"That's simply because you're weak, isn't it?"

　Gurgast cuts the screaming soldier in two with his right hand Battleax.
　People of the same Westian Empire have no hesitation there.
　Glougast's mouth slightly arcs when he looks around him and sees his men enjoying the fight as much as they want.
　At first glance, it would look like a battle like a thief, and that's not a mistake.
　The troops led by Gurgast are never conscious of coordination with their peers, but rather of fighting as individuals.
　Nevertheless, the minimum moderation was maintained, such that those who surrendered would be taken prisoner without further attack.
　...but he who makes use of it and pretends to surrender and takes unawares, is killed by a simple amputation of his head, amputation of his torso, or destruction of his head.

"O, you guys, cheer up, spirit! I don't want any of my men to lose in spirit!"

　The shout...or, with a cry that could have been described as a shout, the Battle Axe plays a dagger that has been trying to prevent the attack, and the other one continues to shake and smash the soldier's head.

"I'm away from my boss, Mr. Vihela, but I don't have to wait!"
"Never mind, Vihela will join us in a moment. --or rather you call him boss! He's not a thief!"

　Perhaps because of the excitement of the battle, Gurgast wields another battleax, abandoning Vihela's previous name.
　The blow bounces the tip of the cavalry spear, and cuts off the horse's leg with the other blow.
　The man on horseback naturally falls to the ground, but when he tries to recover himself from falling to the ground, his neck is crushed carelessly by a gust.

"Well, I don't think we can make use of the cavalry's charge in such a dense place,"

　I threw it away, and looked around for the next game...

"I'll leave it to you," for if you reduce our strength too much, I shall not be sorry to His Highness Kabazied."

　As he says so, a person appears.
　It covers the body with leather armour that doesn't block movement.
　However, it didn't seem like a monster leather around it, it seemed like a monster leather of a fairly high rank.
　Also, the sword in its hand is not an ordinary long sword, but a magical one.
　It was not just a soldier, but a famous figure.
　The person in front of me was familiar with something, and I thought about it for a while... before long.

"Did you say Bratta?"

　Bratta is one of the most talented members of the First Prince's faction, and is also a famous figure in his love of flashy battles.
　The reason why Gurgast could not immediately recall the famous figure was that Vichela, who served him, had been confined to his territory since he fled the Empire of Bestia.
　He never came to the imperial capital because he was rumored to be a freak.
　He simply wanted to fight on his own territory.
　...but as a result, the Earl of Obrissin, which was ruled by Gurgast, had been attacked by the Gurgastians as a good match, and eventually became a very secure territory within the Empire of Bestia.
　Gurgast himself does not act as if he were fighting a battle-mad but weak opponent, and because he does not like luxury, taxes are lower than those of other nobles.
　Nonetheless, blacksmiths and stores dealing in weapons and protective equipment are subsidized by their preference for fighting against the Gurgast.
　People gathered to say that it was easy to live in that relationship, which is why Mercurio and Teorem chose to be their home in this civil war.

"Oh, I know that name without hearing it. You're famous, aren't you? but I'm in trouble if I could reduce my strength so easily, even if I'm famous."

　muttering, turning the tip of the magic sword into the groove.
　At the same time, water glides around the magical sword.

"Is it a water-manipulating sword?" It's troublesome, but... that's all!"

　Wasting no more time to speak, Gurgast swoops forward with his battleaxes in his hands.

`Oh, my God!'

　With a shout, the right hand Battleax.
　Bratta took it with a magical sword, and from where the weapons were against each other, through the Battleax of Gurgast, into his body...

"Huh!"

　Before reaching it, his arms are waved and water is sprinkled with the gurgastian voice.

`Well done!'
`Do you think you can do anything with such a petty attack?'

　Shake it little by little with a time difference so that it's hard to avoid the right hand and the left hand.
　What Bratta has is a magical sword, but it's still not strong enough to bump into each other in a row.
　Perhaps because of the evil effects of having the ability to manipulate water, it is much lower in strength than other magical swords.
　It is, however, sturdier than an ordinary long sword in handling it with magic.

"Eat!"

　a magical sword thrust out with its voice
　The thrusting speed was considerable, and it was the best I could do as I bounced up the gurgast with Battleax.
　But... that repulsive act was Blatta's aim.

"It's just as you read it!"

　Water flows from the tip of the shot-up magic sword, which turns into a water polo.
　The appearance of a water polo at the tip of a sword is better described as a hammer made of water than a long sword.
　Against the Battle Ax, he judged that a long sword, which emphasizes speed and skill, was unfavorable, and used the power of a magical sword to weaponize the mass of water itself.
　The weapon, about a meter in diameter... no, it's safe to call it a mass weapon, and the water polo is thrown down at the ground.
　Originally, a water polo with a diameter of one meter would weigh considerably.
　But the weapon Bratta originally possesses is a magical sword with the ability to manipulate water.
　The weight of water I handle would have made no difference.
　If hit, no matter how many war veterans the Gurgast is, it will undoubtedly be badly damaged.
　... yes. If you get it right,

"Do you think that such a dull attack will get through to me?"

　With angry voices, the left and right battleaxes were thrown away.
　The blow, delivered at the exact speed and timing, destroyed the falling water polo... and saw a smile coming to Bratta's lips as he did so.
　Unfortunately for Bratta at this time, Gurgast would have seen a smile on his lips, while Bratta could not see one on his lips.
　We both thought this was the opening act for each other, but whether or not the other person understood it has a big impact on the outcome.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
`Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!'and each delivered a deadly blow with a cry of spirit. . . . .

"...stupid, you know...You know, I... I've been beaten? I've run away with crimson, I've abandoned my friend, I've gone that far, I've asked for help."
"Your defeat was caused by asking others for your strength. You know that your strength is for you."

　muttering, with the blade of Battleax biting into Bratta's right flank and left shoulder, respectively.
　The edge of Bratta's water-magical sword was within a hair's breadth of his neck.
　For a moment... it was only a moment's difference, but it divided the game.

"Well, well..."

　It must have been the limit. Bratta muttered briefly and fell to the ground.
　Gurgast, who sees his magical sword fall to the ground, laughs with his nose and then opens his mouth.

"Well, it's not because of my own power, but because I rely on a magical sword. ...hey, take him to the rear and give him some treatment. I'll take you prisoner."
"Oh, boss, didn't you kill him?"
"There are many sweet spots, but there are many things to see. And don't be boss."

　Shake the battleax in your hand, pull the portion out of your waist pouch and sprinkle it onto the swooning bratta.

"It's rare for a boss to like it so much."
"It's a distraction; he's got something of his own about him. With a little more experience, you'll be able to fight with me. and then don't be the boss."

　I tell you with a slightly unpleasant look on my face, but the person who is told opens his mouth without any particular concern.

"All right. I'll get to the rear right away, old man!"
"... well, that's enough." Take me at once."

　Perhaps finding it meaningless to say anything more, Gurgast breathes out and turns his right hand Battleax backward.
　Seeing it, the man carries a stunned bratta and leaves quickly.

"Not at all... but... it was a pretty good fight."

　Even though he is a little displeased with being called boss, a fierce smile comes to his face at the fulfilling battle he has had for the first time in a long time.
　He looks around him, and when he sees that the battle is still going on, he grabs the battleax in a high spirits.

"Now... I'll have you deal with me for a little while to suppress my bloodshed!"

　As soon as he screams, he slashes at the soldiers of the punitive force nearby.
　A soldier who was about to pierce the gaps of his men, fighting nearby, immediately thrusts his spear at the overwhelming fear of death that approached him.
　In terms of taking advantage of the opportunity of a fighting opponent, it must have been a good choice to choose a spear suitable for thrusting.
　But... there was nothing I could do with a spear, if not a little, to deal with an approaching opponent with a deadly smile on his hands.
　No, if the soldiers were skilled, they would have done anything.
　However, with that much skill, I would have been in a higher position, not a soldier, and there was no way I could resist against the Gurgast.

`You're not doing anything dirty, are you?'

　A blow from the Battleax with such an angry voice cuts off the soldier's body at an angle, scattering a strong smell of blood around him.
　It was only natural, though, given that this was the battlefield and that fierce battles were taking place around him.
　Bratta, who is the closest of the strongest here, was captured, and the trend of the battle here is to lean heavily toward Mercurio's army.