Time returned a little, when Kabazid stabbed himself in the abdomen and fell to the ground.
　Even though he knew he was going to die, Kabazid was not frightened.
　No, it's safe to say that I was surrounded by relief.

(Oh... now I can finally feel better... the real me...)

　Feeling the loss of strength from his body, Kabazide looks back on his life.
　The scene of Japan, whose memory is already vague, still remains faint.
　...yes, not memories, but scenes.
　I don't remember living in Japan, but the sight that passed through my mind almost every day made Kabazide feel strangely nostalgic.
　In particular, the most impressive and memorable cherry blossoms in Nagano Prefecture's Takato Castle Ruins Park.
　Other places in my memory, though I know that this is Japan, have no idea what it is.
　Among them, the only one that left a deep impression was the cherry blossoms in Goyuan Castle Park.
　However, what is Nagano Prefecture? I didn't even know if it was the name of that country.
　Still, the place called Goyuan Castle Park and the cherry blossoms that caught the eye were strong, strong, and still strong in the cabazade.
　Perhaps it's because I remember it. Kabazeed had lost his sense of life.
　I can understand that I am alive, but for some reason I cannot understand that I am alive.
　It's as if you're manipulating your existence with a puppet.
　Because I felt as if I were the person in the story, I couldn't feel life and I wasn't afraid to welcome death.
　No, in terms of ending the present situation, we can say that we want to die.
　Kabazid understood that perhaps because of this feeling, he led the expeditionary force to the front.
　Unlike Shurus, who has strong support from the Imperial Army and has more power than that of himself, Kabazid is just an ordinary member of the Imperial family.
　Of course, they train themselves to a certain extent for self-defense, and they are equipped with magic items to protect themselves.
　Yet Kabazid, who is not brave enough, came out to the battlefield because he still wanted to die somewhere in his heart.

(I don't mind dying as long as I'm going to die. I don't care if I live. That's what I thought... but now that I think about it, I wonder if I wanted to die?)

　the cold touch of the ground against one's cheek
　Despite the cold feeling, Kabazide's feelings were strangely clear.
　My heart is clear and light enough to make me wonder what I've been feeling.
　It's as if it's rising to heaven... and the consciousness of Kabazide gradually disappears.

(Sleepy...yeah, drowsiness as if consciousness were just going to disappear. I think I've never felt so sleepy in my life.)

　A half-closed gaze tells you that the wizard is desperately using recovery magic on him.
　But that would be no use.
　What stung me in the stomach was something specially made by an alchemist who had an outstanding talent for making magic items.
　It was made from a very rare monster material that Kabazid obtained from his best efforts as the First Prince.
　a dagger containing poison so powerful that it invalidates most detoxification effects and inhibits healing magic.
　It was a magic item that I made a few years ago in case I was going to die...

(Oh, this is... not as scary as I thought it was. In fact, I can even feel peace. I wonder if he was... good at it after all right. I've been making magic items for many years, so I'll praise you when I go to the next world. Do you get angry that you didn't die of old age? Do you feel sad? Well, when you see it, you'll have a drink...)

　Death must be drawing near. Gradually my thoughts become dull and I can't get my thoughts together.
　I'm finally going to die. In the eyes of Kabazid, who was thinking that way, Shurus seemed to be screaming something.
　And we can see that the other nobles, who were called the First Prince's faction, and Vihela, who had been hostile until a short time ago, are looking at him with the same sad eyes.

(What... quite a lot of me... I was happy... you know...

　He was almost immovable, but the edge of his covert lips formed a subtle arc... and his consciousness vanished into darkness.





　In the dark, there are many lights in the room that illuminate the surroundings.
　But it's not the candles that light up the darkness. But there was light purely there.
　The number of light is less than ten.
　Then suddenly one of the lights in it disappears.

"…Oh, another man has passed away." It is completely unexpected for me that it is less than thirty years old."

　In the dark, someone reading a book mutters in a faint light.
　The gaze was directed at the place where the light had been lit until just a few seconds ago.
　I was a test of the results of my research, but the light disappeared unexpectedly quickly.

"It was the best quality of the remaining light." If you improve the quality, the time to finish will be reduced in proportion to that? ... That's interesting, but what do you think?"

　Write something like a code on a nearby piece of paper.

"Yes, if you use this constant to disperse the magic formula from the variables at the beginning of this formula... I see, it's very likely to be used."

　With the faint light shining around him... he simply writes down what he has just come up with on paper.
　It's a time when there's no one around and I'm alone. The man would immerse himself in his world to satisfy his thirst for knowledge and curiosity.





　a civil war in the Vestian Empire At the headquarters of the victorious Mercurio army, Ray was recounting what had happened at the headquarters of the expeditionary force.

"Yes, sir. My brother Kabazid is on his own orders.

　After listening, Mercurio muttered.
　The words lacked the usual lightness and were full of grief.
　He was hostile to his own life, but still feels sad when he is told that Kabazid is dead.
　I will close my eyes with the meaning of repose of my soul, remembering my childhood memories.
　Everyone around Mercurio looked sad, but Fritzione was the most expressive of his sorrow.
　Originally, Fritzione joined the Mercurio army because he wanted to stop fighting among themselves.
　Even if it is impossible, to minimize the damage.
　Yet Kabazide... had the end of his only brother's death, which he had expected to have avoided.

"Well... my brother Kabazide... even if he doesn't die." Why, that's...

　Nothing more can be said, and Fritzione's expression is filled with grief.
　The reason why she still doesn't shed tears is probably because she thinks she can't shed tears in public as a princess of the Bestian Empire.
　I cry only after I'm alone... after everything's over.

"Mercrio, the punitive forces have already admitted their surrender." Stop fighting."
"...that's right." There's no point in further fighting. die in a literal sense Theoreum."
"Huh! I'll give you a message to stop fighting."

　Understanding Mercurio's point by calling alone, Teorem immediately directs his men and sends them to each front.
　However, the Central Front has already been almost destroyed by Vihela, and the right wing has suffered heavy damage from Seto's attacks, and is once retreating and trying to rearrange itself.
　On the left, the punitive forces are still holding their ground, partly because Perfiel, the supreme commander, was captured by Ray, and the chain of command was destroyed, and the demon soldiers were the enemy.
　There has already been no decent battle on any of the front lines.
　Since the rear troops of the punitive force were close to the headquarters, the order to stop fighting was first issued, and the confusion was finally coming to an end."...so what will Ray do now?"
"What should I do? No, I don't have anything special to do."

　To be precise, Ray's honest mind was to think a little more slowly about Kabazide.
　However, given that there is no clue as to kabazide, it is an inference that has been repeatedly inferred.

"I see. So, can we ask for a bodyguard? Even if Shu Rong surrendered, we need to talk about the future firmly. Even if my sister is over there, I'm not good at this kind of work... and."

　Mercurio turns to Fritzione with a flash of grief.
　I don't love her as much as Vihela, but she is still a blood relative.
　I have many thoughts about myself, but I still think that I should let my brother break up.
　Knowing it, Ray nods his head.

"You don't have to go all the way through the battlefield, do you think? I won, and I think I should call them in."
"Well, at first I thought it would be all right, but there are many high-ranking nobles over there. It's going to take some time to come here. Then it is faster to go from here, and above all, it is necessary to show the others that you have the courage and strength to go through the battlefield."

　Theorame, who was listening to Mercurio telling his subordinates what to say, eventually gives up.
　It's true that it's dangerous, but it's because we've determined that if Ray and Set exist, it doesn't matter unless noise hits them.

"Yes, sir,"

　Ray nods, thinking for a moment and deciding that there would be nothing particularly urgent to do now that the civil war is practically over.
　However, if Mercurio dies here, he will not be rewarded after the civil war, or even if he does, his rank will be lowered.

(I've been so successful, and of course you can look forward to it.)

　I nod toward Mercurio, thinking like that.

"Okay, are you going right away?"
"You can't do it, I'm sure. I sometimes have to give instructions. -- well, I suppose you'll come again in half an hour?"
"All right, half an hour,"

　So it was decided that Ray was going to leave the place...

"Ray,"

　get a sudden call from behind
　I turned my eyes to the voice, and it was Theoreum who was there.
　That's what Ray says when he's busy.

"What's the matter?"
"... Rodos was brought in shortly before you came."
"Yes, sir.

　In Ray's mind passes the image of Rodos, who fought when he was previously escorting Fritzione's forces.
　Rodos' appearance as if he didn't even exist without expressing his feelings.
　Who overthrew Rodos? I'm curious about it, and I open my mouth.

"And who overthrew Rodos, as well as his strength, must have been that regeneration...or his resilience." Is it Vihela, if you think it's safe?"

　An offensive device called a magician's palm gives a shock to the inside, not to the outside.
　If so, Rodos would be more vulnerable than a normal attack.
　Theoreum shakes her head with a subtle expression on her face when Ray asks her.

"It is certainly under the direction of Mr. Vihela that brought Rodos, but he did not seem to have fought in any particular way. He appeared unsteadily and lost consciousness the moment he saw Vihela. It was luck that there was no apparent damage to us."
"... I see,"

　What passed Ray's mind as he muttered was the extraordinary amount of Rodos' ability to recover from the previous battle.
　With all those magic items in use, it's certainly possible that something is wrong.
　He was half brainwashed because he didn't express his intentions, but he probably had other side effects.

"All right, I'll wait and see. I'm glad you told me."
"Oh,"

　After a brief exchange of words, Theoreum returns to the task of giving instructions to his allies by winning the battle again.
　Leigh left, looking sideways at the discussion with the other nobles and Mercurio.