The blue iron reflected the sunlight. A saber rises from the ground and tears through the air at Lugis' throat.

　The eyes of the lizard, as it is called, stare bloodily. As if staring at the object of his hatred, as if determined not to miss the opportunity he had targeted at this moment.

　Every time I felt a pain in my jaw, there was a rage that clawed at the back of my chest. Every time he spoke, there was a hatred that could break his teeth. It was all because of this servant who had wounded me so unjustly. And because of that unjust act, I was forced to carry an unwanted humiliation in my heart.

　But that ends here. The lizard's cheeks twisted into a grimace.

　The conversation between Captain Held Stanley and Goddess of War Kalia leaked out into the hallway. The details of the conversation were not clear to me, but I did hear a single word.

　--that an adventurer calling himself Lugis would appear in response to an attack by the heraldists.

　The moment the lizard heard this, he smiled so hard that his cheeks twitched. Wonderful. The goddess of war has given me an opportunity for revenge and retribution. Therefore, he fully affirmed the scheme proposed by the young captain and followed the green figure breathlessly on the battlefield.

　All in order to redeem my shame. To set the world straight.

　The rich are born rich, and the poor are born poor. And the power relationship between the two should never be reversed. For a servant to point his sword at a superior is like spitting in the face of heaven. I can't let someone who doesn't care about that live.

　And so he appeared. I'd like to praise him for that. I'd like to give him credit for putting that untouchable genius, the young captain, on the ground. In the lizard's mind, a path emerges.

　--You've done a good job. Good work. That's enough life for a lowlife. Then you will die in my hands. Then I'll make you captain. You've served your time. Die like a rat.

　Fulfill your vengeance and you'll be promised glory. If I'm your captain, I'll bounce back against the heralds even if I'm outnumbered. As if buoyed by a sense of elation, my baseless confidence grew.

　Your opponent has wounds. He can't even move. Under normal circumstances, this would be a cowardly move. But he's just a rat. There's nothing cowardly or reasonable about killing a rat. All you have to do is stick your saber into its neck. Your eyes should have seen it clearly.

　The next thing the second-in-command, who had been called a lizard, saw was not Lugis with a saber growing out of his neck. The next moment, the second-in-command, who called himself "the lizard," saw not Lugis with a saber sprouting from his neck, but the sight of a silver light blocking the blow of the saber that he had planned to deliver.

　The silver light explodes.

　The silver light explodes. The long sword, as nimble as a conductor playing a melody, had snapped the saber. As if nothing had been too difficult.

　Even though the core of the saber had been cut in half, the melody of Kalia's long sword did not stop. Rather naturally, as if it should have, the sharp tip of the sword was pointed at the villain who had attacked Lugis.

　It was an instantaneous event. His steps were strangely light. The long sword pierced the large, reptilian eyes and gouged out the brain cells that sat behind them. It was a thrust that guaranteed his death.

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Why are you ...... you ......?

　As her voice reached her ear, her eyes flashed with contempt and her lips let out a small breath.

"You have no respect for battle, you lowlife. I'll give you a letter of introduction to the gatekeepers of hell.

　His slender wrist twisted and the silver long sword stirred the very marrow of his brain.

　And that was it. All that was left was Kalia and the motionless form of a man.

　The color in her eyes changed from contempt to elation as she turned and looked at Lugis.

"That was a close one, Rougis. Now, it's me who's returned with the goods. I'd love to hear a few words of appreciation from you, wouldn't I?

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　But the face that I see up close for the first time in a very long time seems to have lost some of its youth. Exhausted and with wounds all over his body. There's nothing good about him, but there's a glimmer of power in his eyes. Kalia's cheeks unraveled softly.

"You ...... set me up, Karia, you ...... set me up, man.

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　I don't know how big Lugis' suspicions are. It may be very little, or it may be the truth. However, Kalia's silver eyes flickered, apparently convinced that she had intervened in some small way in this matter, in betraying Rougis' intentions.

　And even if you don't know how close you are to the truth, you can't deny the fact that you intervened, so you can't deny the question.

　Even if he didn't mean to set her up, as he said, it's true that there are parts of her that seem to be. If that is the case, Kalia's pride will not allow her to deny her words here. In addition, to speak falsehoods here would be to trample on the sincerity and respect of Lugis, who trusted you. That is the only thing I cannot choose.



　Kalia's small lips moved slowly, choosing her words.

What are you saying? I told you. I told you I'd work for the best of us. And in fact, isn't this the best possible outcome--come on, I'll give you a victory hug.

　As he did so, he held Lugis' body to hide his slightly trembling eyebrows and lips. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. However, the weight must also be comfortable. Her silver hair swayed as if expressing her emotions. In my heart, joy and anxiety filled my chest, melting into each other.

　A thin, white finger thrust into Lugis' back. As it was, Kalia hugged Rougis' body so tightly that it seemed as if her fingers were sewn to his back. She held on to Rougis' body so tightly that it felt as if her fingers were sewn to his back.

　Of course, Karia believes that she has done what she thinks is best.

　The world will never recognize Lugis, even if he has made the heraldists his enemies and cut off their leader as he had planned. You will receive a small amount of honor. You'll get some mercy and some fame.

　But that's it. There is no one in this small world who will properly recognize his merits. Such a degree does not exist in this world. That's why we have to throw ourselves into a world that recognizes our merits. That's why Kalia threw him into the vortex of change.

　I believe it's right. It's still unquestionably for the best, he believes. It was the only thing that would set him, Lugis, on the path to glory.

　But whether Lugis would accept it was another story.

　A feeling of dread ran through Kalia's fingertips.

　She might be rejected. She might tell her that she did not want this. Would she be able to convince him? Will you be able to convince him that this is what is truly necessary? What will the expression of this burning obsession look like when it is denied? That was what scared Kalia.

　The little time that had passed seemed unnecessarily long to Kalia. The wind rumbled, and Lugis's words slowly spilled out.

It's not as if the knight is going to do what I want him to do. But yes, it's not bad. In fact, it's good. And that's why I put my trust in you.

　That voice, come to think of it, may have been the first I've ever heard from Lugis' mouth. It was as if a heavy burden that I had been carrying on my back had been unloaded. It was as if he had finally been released from the pressure that had been trampling him down.

This result is not what I expected, but it's good. I feel strangely refreshed and clear now.

　So, thank you from the bottom of my heart, Kalia, and yes, as soon as Lugis' lips finished moving, the strength left his body. That must have been the end of it. The weight on Kalia's slender body became greater.

　But that's okay. Oh, that's better. Excellent. Kalia couldn't stop her expression from relaxing. It was a good thing no one was watching. In her heart, she was roaring with joy without any reservation.

　--Well, my choice is not a mistake. It's for the best.

　As Lugis said, this ending is a far cry from what he originally expected. It's not a detour. And yet, did you hear what he just said? Thank me, I'm right, I said. This man. Kalia's silver eyes narrow with a shiver.

　Oh, I can't help it. I've returned with a great deal of success, and I haven't even received my reward yet. I've only received a few words of appreciation. I really can't help it. I'll give you a break for now because I'm exhausted. But remember it will be costly, Lugis.

　I will pave the way to your glory. Then it's only fair that you give me what you deserve. Kalia's profile broke into a twitchy smile, similar to the one she had once had. It was a magical beauty that made the very air tremble.

　Then, with a swoosh. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I think it's a good idea. The sword that seemed to float in space during the duel with Herdt Stanley and ended up in Lugis' hand.

　Kalia had an idea of its existence. But it's really just a guess.

　The ancestral treasure sword that was implanted in his body in the underground temple to save the dying Lugis. Perhaps, but I can't think of anything else. I never imagined that it would manifest itself as a new sword, though.

　The inscription on the beautiful, purple blade made Caria's eyes roll back in her head, and the next moment she let out a light sigh.

　No such inscription had ever been carved before. If so, could it have been inscribed on him as being worthy of Lugis, even though it was a ridiculous idea? It was a ridiculous idea, but it was more realistic than the sudden appearance of a sword in midair.



　A string of engraved words. If they were words, they could have several meanings. One that chokes off glory, another that grabs honor by the neck. It's all very disturbing. Or, to put it another way," Kalia clears her throat.

　--Hero-killer. Hero-killer.

　That's a very appropriate name for you, said Kalia, narrowing her silver eyes.

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　The Gospel War, the opening act. The victory of the siege of the walled city of Garouamalia has fallen into the hands of the heralds.

　The city, whose fall had never been recorded in history until now, disappeared with its legend.

　This fall was the devil's hand that dragged the nations and lords into the vortex of war. This battle, which was expected to end with a single rebellion or conflict, rose to the rank of a great rebellion and war, and ran up the stairs of violence.

　No one can stop it now. The anchor is raised and the ship is rowed out into the stormy sea. Its sails and nets have all been taken, and everyone has lost sight of the course it should take.

　There was no more evil, no more justice, only the resentment of the suffering people and the voices of the soldiers celebrating their victory.

　--As history was swallowed by the great storm, two names were inscribed in the records of the Great Sacred Church.

　One was a woman called Mattia, a saint and a witch. As a symbolic figure in the Gospel Wars, her head was sought after by the princes of the land.

　When someone calls her an agent of God, someone else calls her a witch who seduces people. A name that has remained unchanged throughout history.

　And then, as if to add insult to injury, the existence of another young man is revealed. A name that had never appeared on the stage until that moment.

　A name that was sometimes spoken of more hatefully than Mattia by the High Priests.

　A traitor who, despite his status as a citizen, withdrew from the heraldry at the fall of Garouamalia. A treasonous man who incited the inhabitants of the Poorhouse to the edge of a collapsing cliff.

　A great sinner. A godless man. The one who took the devil's hand. Surely he had it all embedded in his devilish brain, from beginning to end.

　Of course, his name is inscribed in the heraldic records. It is not an exaggeration like the Great Saints, but just a series of facts like the heraldry that pursues wisdom and truth.

　--His name is Rougis. I'm not sure what to say.