A few moments after the battle began, a distorted wind was blowing in front of the Great Gate of Galuamaria.

　After exchanging arrows several times, the calls of the heraldic and Garou Amalia soldiers mingled. Gradually, the momentum of the guards on top of the great city wall weakened. The number of arrows flying in the sky was visibly decreasing.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It's just too natural. In a strange but unnatural way, the momentum weakened.

　For the soldiers of Garouamalia, this attack must have been unexpected. If that was the case, Mattia thought, their resistance would either be too strong to resist, or it would collapse like a receding tide. Such a natural, gradual collapse was not what he had expected.

　Of course, the battlefield is always changing. Of course, the battlefield is always changing, and Mattia didn't think that a little girl like her could know everything. The unthinkable happens. And today is just a guess. There's no need to push yourself just because something is unnatural.

　However, the next sight she encountered was even greater than Mattia had imagined. In Mattia's ears, he could hear the magician mocking him in the darkness.

　---- Go-ooh-ooh!

　It was an old-fashioned sound. The sound of iron shaking and wooden parts creaking. It's the sound of something big rubbing against something else.

　It's not just Mattia. The eyes of the heraldic soldiers, Largd-Anne and Fialat, who were accompanying her, widened and blinked. They were shocked and confused. There were many situations that I had envisioned when I went into battle, but this was not one of them.

　That big mouth must go through several processes before it opens. Its strong guardian would not fall to its knees at the sting of a spear. But sure enough, there it was, right in front of Mattia's eyes.

　The great gates of Garouamalia opened themselves to invite the heraldists into the city.

　A distorted wind was blowing around them.

"Saint Mattia, what will you do? There are a number of possibilities. Of course, it could be the work of our friends in the city.

　Anne's words finally dispelled the unpleasant atmosphere that had surrounded us. Her words were also somewhat skeptical of the current situation. Even she must not have expected such a move.

　Mattia let out a light sigh and narrowed her eyes softly so that others would not notice.

　She chose her words carefully, so that the soldiers would not fall into a strange panic. 　

"Everyone, take three deep breaths. I'll take a moment for the wind to blow.

　Even Anne, who is normally a calm person at her core, has a hint of agitation in her eyes. If that's the case, the soldiers who had just been caught up in the frenzy of battle would be even more upset and confused.

　Mattia stroked his tongue across his mouth and bit his teeth so no one would hear. An uncontrollable rage splashed through the air.

　It's a ---- trap, of course. It's a great way to make sure you don't get caught in a trap like a stupid bird.

　It's also possible that you'll be able to get a lot more than just a few of them. No, but they are not moving fast enough. If that was the case, then there should have been some kind of signal, some kind of effort on our part.

　The only thing she could see was a black sky and a large gate that opened without making a sound. There is no movement in sight.

　If so, it's an enemy trap. That line is too big. In fact, that's the main line.

　The right thing to do at this point is to choose to retreat. No one is foolish enough to set foot in the lair of a beast of prey. In the first place, the plan is just to take a guess today. There's nothing wrong with retreating.

　But... Mattia's teeth chattered as he bit down.

　Whoever set this trap is too mean. He understands our situation and the few options we have.

　The most important thing for the heraldic rebellion of the weak. What is needed to pick up the feet of the strong and cut off their heads is the wind from behind. That which pushes up the weak and encourages their progress. What is commonly called momentum is essential.

　Especially now that I'm here. The one who is revered and revered as a saint. Mattia breathed, and in a few moments, formed the words in her head.

　The wind rumbled loudly as if to tell her where to go.

"All hands, shields up and ready to charge. Our path is set. Everyone, take the corpses of your brothers as a foothold and prepare to sip the blood of your wretched enemies.

　Those words mean a deadly charge. No one dares to react to those words. Everyone believed the saint's words to be absolute and grasped their spears and shields.

　The saint Mattia understands her situation well. She is not a noblewoman, nor does she come from a long line of heralds. I literally have no backing whatsoever.

　Mattia's position as a saint is based on her own talent and charisma. In other words, Mattia had to make the faithful believe not only in the heraldry itself but also in her power.



　That's why Mattia can't afford to retreat before the right moment. She must be an imposing hero who can shatter even a trap. That is the great expectation placed on the shoulders of a girl named Mattia. A pressure so heavy it could crush her small shoulders.

　Yeah, I know it's a trap. Her clever mind understands everything. But the soldiers don't. They have to see this as a clear opportunity. Then Mattia must live up to their expectations.

　The expectation that the mighty Garou Amalia would fall overnight. She must continue to exceed even that. This is the mission of the saint, Mattia understood.

　If she couldn't do that, her position as a saint in the heraldry community would be destroyed. Not all heralds are happy with the existence of saints. If you can't produce results, that's the end.

　But with the death of the symbolic saint, heraldry will no longer be able to maintain its momentum. It's all a pipe dream. Everything will disappear. That's the only thing I can't accept.

　Mattia gripped the spear tightly, as if to rouse himself. And from the tip of the spear came another white flash.

　It's a wolfsbane. It was proof of our resolve, telling us that we would now begin our assault.

　It was a sign of resolve.

　The march was too much for Fialaert to understand.

　Even more so to her, who believed that everything could be figured out through knowledge and wisdom.

　The opening of the Great Gate was undoubtedly a trap. It must have been a ruse to lure the heraldists in, enclose them in their mouths, and bite them off.

　And yet, they begin to make their way.

"...... You're insane, you know that. It's a trap. I know someone in the Guard who can do that kind of thing with impunity. I don't know how they do it so fast.

　Yes, there are. It's true that opening the city gates by yourself is not an easy thing for an ordinary person to do. Even if they knew how useful it would be, mere mortals would prefer to hide behind the safety of the gates for fear of failure.

　But Fialaat knows. There are people in the Guard who can and will choose such a risky course of action.

　Of course, if we were outnumbered, it would be a blunder. It would be an easy mistake to make.

　But the fact is that we are few and far between. The opponent knows this and is making this choice. Who else could see that in the dark of night and decide that this was the right choice?

　Fialat whispered, his words blatantly upset.

　There is no stopping a group of heraldists no matter what they say. It is a group of ravenous beasts that can only look forward. Even if they know that it is the progression of death, they will keep moving forward.

　So I tell them to touch only the saint's ears gently. As if she understood every word that was spoken, Mattia replied.

"Yes, everything. But you don't understand. The world is still not all intellectually divisible, abominably so. Sometimes you have to go forward with determination in your heart, bravery in your arms, and hope in your back.

　Her dark eyes twinkled in the darkness. Mattia's profile showed no sign of fear or frustration. Her long, slitted eyes simply shone.

　I wonder what that means. Mattia's words were too cryptic for Fialat to understand.

　Of course, he had once tried to transform the world itself. But that was only based on knowledge and wisdom.

　I would never have understood it all as a trap and entered the depths of hell myself. It's too stupid a choice.

　But she, Mattia, will go on. Some things in this world are not divisible by the intellect.

　Suddenly, Fialaat's mind drifted to Lugis.

　Oh, by the way, so did he. That act in the underground temple was hardly an act based on intelligence. But he chose that option, too.

　Fialaert didn't say anything more to Mattia. The only thing he did was change. He just followed his lead. Hoping that maybe there was something in that that would help him understand.