The sun was about to open its eyes and shine through the hollow.

　The gathered elven soldiers stepped out with fear and courage. They walked through the streets of Ghazaria with a hush of breath, but with a murderous intent somewhere in their hearts.

　There were probably several hundred of them. All the elves are armed, with bows and spears in their hands.

　From now on, they will go to the battlefield. They will make this Gazalia into a battlefield. They will proceed to create the tragedy of the battlefield with their hands.

　No one can stop them now. Some hold their hearts in rebellion against the rule of the new Finn, Largias, while others hold their spears tightly in their hands, their loyalty to Erdis, the princess they have come to call their Lord, at the core of their bodies.

　The elven warriors, each with his own troops, joined together and became one great river, heading for the Lord. The current overflows with fury and certainty of direction.

　There was a long, long, crazy peace. An utopia, free of war. There was a happiness where nothing changed and everything was as it should be. That happiness, which lasted for so long, will collapse today.

　The Hanging Gardens of Ghazalia still maintained an eerie silence with their master before the collapse.

　I'll be back.

"They're gathering troops around the palace and in front of the city gates, huh? Very well. It seems that the other side has finished their preparations for the stage.

　He heard the report from Elddis and nodded exaggeratedly. The arrangement of the enemy's troops was no different from what I had expected. I bit the edges of my lips with my teeth.

　In this case, Ragias, the enemy's aim is undoubtedly a pincer attack. They are planning to concentrate their soldiers in front of the gates to prevent them from leaving easily, and if they advance directly to the palace, have the soldiers in front of the gates attack them in the back.

　The royal palace is at the northern end of Gazalia, and the city gate is at the southern end. It's just like a plan to open our mouths wide and bite us with our upper and lower teeth.

　Of course, if that plan goes ahead as is, we have no chance of winning.

　Even the soldiers' skill level seems to be a concern. If we get caught in the middle of a pincer attack and get carried away, the game will be over then.

　And that's why. It's important for us to know how to harass them. Don't kill our advantage, but strangle theirs. I don't know who taught me this.

　Your opponent's advantages are geographical advantage, number of troops, and time. As long as they buy time, they will be a force to be reckoned with by the garrisons that will eventually arrive. That's definitely a factor that will determine the outcome of the game. Therefore, we must cut off Largias' head before the Garleist soldiers arrive.

　It's quite an advantage for the enemy.

　On the other hand, what about our advantage? The enemy has a great advantage, and we can predict their course of action to some extent. And then there's Valianne, the royal soldier who's in Lagias' belly. If this is overlooked, it will be very difficult. I'm begging you, mess with her belly.

　But why am I acting like a captain? At best, I'm fit to be an infantryman in the vanguard. My head twists and turns at the unfamiliar task, and my stomach begins to tremble. The fear that welled up around his pigeon tail threatened to rise in his throat.

The elven masters said that even in a head-on collision, they would not be defeated.

　Erdis muttered beside me, his blue eyes twinkling, as if he could not see me thinking. I responded with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Everyone tries to extend their shadow in front of their lord. Five minutes at best, or you'll lose.

　Peace is the most poisonous thing that rots a soldier. If that kind of thing has been around for hundreds of years, it will definitely degrade a soldier's skill. Even if you've been training constantly. The same is true for the other side, but when it comes to the soldiers of a nobleman, or the son of a nobleman, you can't expect them to be as skilled.

　The battlefield is not a place that is connected to this world. It's a world of evil.

　When you first stand there, you are sure to lose sight of your role. What should I do, why am I here? What's going on? Many people die without understanding it.

　Where rats become dragons and dragons become rats. It's a place where anything that makes you good in normal times doesn't work. It's a unique place, that's what it is.

　When I tell her, Erdis starts to glare at me, peering down at me.

"You say that as if you knew me well. Have you been on the battlefield that many times?

　The tone of his voice was more driven by curiosity than skepticism. I raised my eyebrows. I wet my lips lightly and let the words roll off my lips.

Oh, the battlefield comes to you whether you want it to or not.

　Especially for a common man like me. He added, and Erdis lifted his cheeks with a hint of amusement.

"Whether you want it or not, I see. So I guess I should say congratulations this time.

　Before I could say what, she looked at me and her blue eyes already caught mine. Strangely, the distance between us has grown closer. In terms of facial expressions, Erdis hasn't changed much, but the light shining in the depths of her eyes shows unmistakable joy.



Congratulations. This time, you're the one who brought the battlefield with you. It's not me or Lurgius who owns the battlefield. It's you, Lugis.

　That's not a very nice thing to say.

　Oh, no, but it is. Well, that finally makes sense.

　I don't know why I'm tossing my head and tearing myself apart to do the captain's bidding.

　It's because this is the battlefield that I was dragged into and flooded out of my body. Because I tore apart the peace of this land of Ghazaria, and shook up the battlefield for me.

　A cold feeling caresses my spine. I let out a deep, very deep breath, as if to extract it from the deepest part of my guts.

"Thank you, I suppose I should say, Princess. Thank you, princess.

"Well, I guess there's only one person here who can teach me how to be weird.

　I'm almost amazed at how well you get around. I wonder if it's a habit of royalty.

　From the window of the tower, you can see a different view of Gazalia. At first glance, it seems very quiet. But there was a strange coldness in the air, as if it were tense.

　The battlefield is coming here. To rescue the Lord and Princess, and disturb the peace of Gazalia.

"Your Highness. I'm sure that everything I've asked for, including the details, are in order.

Yeah, I told you. But I have a question - what do you use that wine for?

　Erdis tilted his head curiously, and I couldn't help but relax my cheeks.

I have a friend who likes wine. I know him well, from when we used to travel together.