Time is back, and Vichela's forces have broken through the central battlefield and are staring at the rear.
　The headquarters of the punitive force was at the height of confusion.

"Silly, why are you being pushed so far by this difference of strength!? It's more than four times more than they are!"
"The number is certainly important, but the more important thing is the quality! That's why we've had the Noise of Rank S and the Digma of Rank A!"
"I suppose they are both easily defeated by them! No, as far as Noise is concerned, there are reports that they have given up their victories and left the scene!"
"Even if you were a Digma-den, you could not do anything and you were overthrown unilaterally!"
"It was a mistake to rely on them together!"
"You will be rude to your Majesty's friend, Mr. Noise!"
"We can argue later! We should discuss what to do now!"
"If we don't hold them accountable, we'll repeat the same thing again?"
"I'm saying it's far from it now! If things go on like this, they might break through the rear!? There's no point in saying anything about where the responsibility lies now!"
"Why don't you withdraw from here?"
"Silly fellow! There's no point in withdrawing here! If you withdraw, you won't have to worry about your majesty and our lives, but it's only temporary after all. We are putting most of our energy into this fight!"
"Well, what do you want me to do? Even if I keep fighting here, I can see that I'm losing. Are you going to tell your majesty to die here?"

　Nearly thirty nobles in the headquarters are debating what to do from now on.
　Nevertheless, Schles and Kabazid have watched the debate without speaking, because the nobles have not been talking about what to do with their lives.
　Of course, there are no such people, but most of them were still discussing how to break the current situation.

"And my brother Kabazid," What do you think we should do? To be honest, there aren't so many options we can take."

　As he watches the aristocrats talk, Schles asks the cabazid sitting next to him.
　At present, Schles has a variety of options: to fight a decisive battle against the Mercurian army, to surrender to the Mercurian army, to temporarily withdraw from this Brissa plain, to seek refuge in neighboring countries, and to ask his father, the emperor, to mediate.
　But for Schles, the last two were dismissed without question or answer. Since they caused such a civil war, asking the emperor to mediate is an irreparable failure due to the issue of the right to succeed to the throne, and it is the same to seek protection from other countries.
　The decisive battle against Mercurio's army was already unbeatable in this situation, and was rejected, as long as it only wasted its strength.
　Then the only option left is to surrender to Mercurio's forces or to temporarily withdraw and get ready.

"Well, I don't think I have that many options to choose from. Unless there's something unexpected over there, we can assume that we've already lost. At least I can't think of any way to reverse this situation now. If that is the case, I think I told you a little while ago, would it be a good idea to surrender in order to wait for the time?"
"Above Kabazide?"

　Shurus reflexively screams out loud, perhaps you didn't expect Kabazid to talk about the means of surrender.
　Even the aristocrats who heard the interaction between the two princes must have been surprised by what Kabazid said now. Open your eyes wide and look in surprise at the cabbages.

"Do you know!? It's been such a big battle. If you surrender to Mercurio in such a situation, you must surely be free! You know that's Kabazid brother!"
"Oh, I know," But at this rate, the lives of others will be lost. Don't you think that the power of the Westian Empire will be even lower than it is now? And, as I said before, losing doesn't mean losing for the rest of course. That's what we need to build up until the next battle?"

　Schles couldn't make out what the person in front of him was saying.
　On the other hand, he said that if things continue as they are, the national power within the Empire of Bestia will be exhausted, so it is better not to fight again, but he also said that he should accept surrender here once, build up his strength, and then fight again.
　It's true that you're saying we should surrender, but then we're saying the exact opposite.

"What on earth are you thinking, brother Kabazide? If things go well, we're going to have the worst death penalty, we're going to lose our right to succeed to the throne, and we're going to have to change our right to succeed to the throne with Mercurio!"

　The absence of Fritzione's name in Schulz's words may be an indication of his inner feelings.
　But even the person himself doesn't realize it, and turns a sharp glance at the covert.

"Can you not let me say it over and over again?" he said he knew about it. ... well, if Schles is willing to spare his life, it's just right. I'll leave the matter at my own discretion."
"... Above Kabazide?"

　He was my brother, who always thought he was a mysterious person, but I've never felt so creepy about the person in front of me as now.
　the feeling of being talking to something else in human form, of being able to communicate with a language but unable to communicate with it at all
　Is he really his brother who is related to himself? Suddenly, such an idea passes through his mind, but Kabazid speaks to his men regardless of his appearance.

"What is going on with the matter?"
"...it's already ready." There is always a messenger to depart for the imperial capital."
"Well, then, let's at least end this battle like the first prince."

　That's just when Kabazid told me so. There's a buzz around it, as if it's been timed.
　What kind of voice is it and who is making it? You don't have to think about it.

"Now, Shurus," It's almost time for fun."
"Funny? ...funny!? What are you talking about, brother? Is this a fight to decide our future? Why not..."
"You don't have to worry about it." Everything in this world is a dream event. But... well, I'd like to see crimson again if possible."

　As soon as I tell him that, he turns away from Schulz and calls out to the nobles nearby.

"Well, then, will it be about time to welcome the messengers who will bring ruin to us?" I don't know who's here, but I don't like sitting down like this and waiting for my death. ...is it a little different to use it a little differently?"

　Kabazide, who is bent on his words, is silent about it.
　Why did this happen?
　We were the most powerful aristocrats in the Westian Empire, and we were... at least above average.
　But why are you so cornered?
　In spite of these thoughts, the nobles take action, either following the cabbages who have made their strides, staying there, or fleeing if they don't want to be here.
　Nevertheless, the reason why more than 70% of the aristocrats followed Kabazid was that their loyalty was genuine, for various reasons.

"... Why on earth, brother Kabazide..."

　Amale, muttering, approaches me softly and opens his mouth to my ear."What would you do, Your Highness Shurus? From the sight of Prince Kabazid, it seems that he is trying to settle the matter on his own." If I were here, Prince Schles' life would be safe."
"…I know. Even though we both lost, I'm holding the blame for the defeat only on Kabazid's brother, and I'm hiding behind my back. There's no way a man would behave like that. Here we go."
"Is it really all right? If we continue to bear the brunt with Prince Kabazid, we risk our lives."

　Amare's words were always calm, but at the same time there was definitely a color to worry about Schles.
　If he doesn't show up like this, he will certainly lose his authority as the second prince.
　Even so, only life is saved.
　As a childhood friend of mine, Amare did not want Schles to die.
　But... ironically, the words that come out of Amale's mouth solidify Schles' determination.

"... Here we go. I can't leave everything to my brother Kabazid alone. You may die, but only those who don't mind come with me. All others who spare their lives, leave here now!"

　As he spoke, he gradually became stronger, and the people who were called the Second Prince's group began to move.
　However, there were very few people who would work with Shurus compared to Kabazidea.
　This was influenced by the fact that the second prince's faction originally accepted many people who were not included in the first prince's faction.
　Still, Schulz himself is a little surprised that he has chosen to work with Schulz for about half of the time, but still follows him with a smile.

"... Amare, you don't have to come with me."

　As he walked, he spoke to Amale, who was next to him, but when he was approached, he returned his words without changing his expression.

"I am a deputy to His Highness Schles. I'll go with you forever."
"What a fool you are to follow me in committing suicide,"
"Well, but the Lord is a fool, so I wonder if it can be helped."
"I'm sure,"

　Laughing at each other, the aristocrats who decide to follow him when they hear it move toward the cabbages with smiles.
　Less than a few minutes later, he caught up with the cabbages where they were standing.
　Kabazid speaks unexpectedly to his brother, who has taken up his position next to him.

"Oh, did you come this way? I thought he'd leave it to me."
"I'm sorry, but I'm proud of myself as a second prince." Besides, isn't it decided that he would die?"
"... well, that's right." But it's true that there's an overwhelming possibility that you should survive if you're as hopeful about the future as Schulz."

　Shurus's eyebrows are slightly frowned upon by Kabazid's words, which tell him that he is about to die.
　It was because it seemed as if I were saying that I could die.

"Can I ask you a question, brother Kabazide?"
"What? It could be the last time, so you don't mind listening to it. Well, I don't know if I can answer that."
"I don't think my brother Kabazid is afraid to die at all. Of course, it is out of the question that he is scared of death because he is a prince of the Vestian Empire, but that is strictly not to be shown. In other words, it's a different story. But... I don't think Kabazid is afraid of death, regardless of that. Why?"

　Cabazid silently looks up into the sky as he asks with a serious look on his face.
　The temperature was already so high that it could snow at any time, and the cold and clear air produced a beautiful blue sky.
　The sky is as clear as ever.
　If there is no problem with the temperature, the blue sky will last forever as if you were looking up at the sky in midsummer.
　it's beautiful
　If you look at the blue sky today, you will naturally think of those words.
　the autumn weather in which the summer blue sky exists despite the winter temperature
　As he looked up at the blue sky, he tried to open his mouth to see if he could stand the silence... but before he could say anything, Kabazid looked forward.

"I'm afraid we're running out of time. Our pretty little sister is here."

　In the sight of Kabazid, the gurgast, the tiyur, and the Vihela with the soldiers appear.