It was a true battlefield.

　Blood dripped to the ground, flesh popped. The barbaric voices of the soldiers covered the surroundings in waves, destroying the sanity of sanity. The tips of spears gouged out their sides, and arrows shot out of their skulls.

　A battlefield. There was an unmistakable battlefield here.

　No matter if you are a man or an elf, you are the same on the battlefield. The color fades from their eyes, and their bodies writhe in the hope of slaughtering the enemy before them. This is hell now. It must be a wonderful hell. Every time anyone takes a step, they are painting the earth into hell.

　Erdis swallowed his saliva audibly. She stared at the scene from atop her horse, a little farther away from where the struggle between the soldiers was taking place.

　Now, out of the corner of her eye, several elves were dying. The soldiers who had put them to death were also cut down by the glint of other weapons.

　Death led to death, and life was not going to be tolerated. With a strange and savage voice, the soldiers charged again.

　This is what you have made. This is what you have created. This is what you must bear. Elddis's heart was torn apart by a mixture of fear and confusion.

　She was sure that the people around her were trying to carry her up. She was sure that there was someone who had led her. But... But Elddis was definitely holding on to a part of what had created this scene.

　I want to get away. I'd run away if I could. Cowardice is in the nature of the princess Erdis. She doesn't have the stout spirit to step forward, nor does she have the dull resignation to give up.

　Erdis was given nothing but a cowardly heart that could only crouch in place. She felt dizzy to the point of nausea. She felt like she was going to fall off her horse.

　The scene beyond her vision made her realize that she was the one who had created this hell. I don't want to see it. I never want to look at it.

　But I can't close those blue eyes. Erdis's eyebrows quirk up. Some of those soldiers are dying with a will of their own. There are brave men dying on their feet for the sake of the new world.

　It's unforgivable. To turn away from them is unacceptable. Elddis's heart knows this painfully.

　Elddis is weak. Cowardly and weak of heart, no doubt. But there was no mistaking the fact that she had a pride in her heart that was commensurate with her position as a princess.

　That pride is crying out. How much easier it would be if she could just turn her gaze away and pretend that she didn't see everything. How much easier it would be to turn away and pretend to ignore everything.

　But Erdis knows that if he grasps that choice, he will not be able to forgive himself. And that she would no longer be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him.

　Erdis's gaze was fixed on the battlefield, but she couldn't help looking for him, for Lugis. The green robe was nowhere to be seen.

　--Well, let's at least fulfill our responsibilities on the battlefield, shall we?

　That's all he said, and then he disappeared into the battlefield alone.

　As if it were nothing. As if to say that it is normal.

　Oh, how I wanted to follow that back.

　How badly I wanted to hold him back and be with him on this horse. If I could have done that, I would have been happy even if I was looking towards hell.

　But Lugis told me to do my duty. Do your duty as the princess, as the one who carries you.

　What would he say if you didn't do it and survived? Would he console me that I had no choice? Or would he reprimand you for your foolishness?

　Or perhaps he would abandon me, saying I was not worthy to be his lord.

　I don't want that. I don't want that. I must be a lord worthy of him. I must be a lord on a par with Lugis. That's why I will never allow you to run away.

　Rougis's words bound Elddis to no end. She forced down her cowardly heart and let Elddis stand here. It was not as bad as she thought it would be.

　--Of course, it's part of your duty to come back to me.

　That was the last thing she said to her back, but she was not sure if Lugis heard her.

　That was the only thing Erdis could think of.

　In the beginning.

　At first, the Revolutionary Army led by Elddis seemed to have the upper hand.

　The Revolutionary Army, led by Erdis, seemed to have the upper hand at first, because they had succeeded in dividing their forces into two and maneuvering them against the Ragias side, which continued to hold the siege.

　This may have been one of the defensive devices, but the streets of Gazaria were too narrow for soldiers to advance. Even if they had a large army with them, only a small number of soldiers would be able to enter the royal palace.

　Therefore, the troops were divided into two groups, and the separate group went off the road and advanced from the side road, although the road was smaller. The effect was good. The enemy's hand was split in two and our damage was reduced. Good. If we increase the number of attackers, the effect will be even greater.



　That's what I thought. Because the siege side understood that the Rahgias side would naturally continue the siege.

　It was only natural. There are too many conditions in favor of the enemy for a siege to be an option. The royal palace has an enclosure to protect it, albeit not as strong as the walls that cover the area around Gazalia, and it has a structure suitable for defense against the mountain cliffs.

　The longer they could endure it, the better the situation would be for the enemy.

　If they continued to hold the siege and used the soldiers concentrated in front of the gate as ambushers from behind, the enemy would easily be half destroyed. That was the extent of the mass of soldiers we had.

　In addition, if we take our time, the Guraisto soldiers will eventually arrive in Gazalia. When that happens, this small war will be over.

　There was nothing we could do against their well-trained regular soldiers.

　So I made up my mind. They're not coming out. Ragias would stay in his palace and defend himself.

　I let out a sigh at my own stupidity in assuming so, and drew my sword. The sword with the purple line that once showed itself in Garou Amalia. It comes out of my hand and is held in my fingers.

　How convenient. I could have become an assassin, as Caria once said. She twisted her cheeks as if to ridicule herself.

　The tip of the spear runs in front of me. The eyes of the elf holding the handle were colored by the madness of the battlefield. You'll find a lot of people who've been in the business for a long time, and you'll find a lot of people who've been in the business for a long time. The tip of the sword gouged the hand of the enemy soldier holding the spear.

　That's all I need to know. Now he can't fight.

　It wasn't mercy, it was just that he didn't have the time to devote to something that couldn't be a threat. The next threat is already in front of you.

　On the battlefield, you can't stop. Once you're on the battlefield, the only time you can stop is after you've forced them to live, or when you've dropped your heart to the ground.

　Especially when the enemy is so numerous. We have no time to rest. The narrow streets were filled with soldier after soldier, blood after blood, flesh after flesh.

　Oh, no. I thought it was a good idea, but... I guess I'm a fool after all. Or is it just that Largius is so much better? I blink my eyes, cutting off the glimmering silver light.

　Maybe he's been waiting for that moment all along. Give me a break. If it's someone I'm fighting, I want it to be a dark fool.

　As I had originally thought, after the enemy had decided on a siege. And then, after sending more troops to the side roads to make the division of labor more effective.

　It was then that the enemy suddenly opened the gates and launched a raid on the main force, which was thinly defended.