The saint's voice shook the battlefield in an exaggerated manner. The silver light wielded to smash the skull trembles for a moment in agitation.

　For the first time. For the first time, there was an opening in this woman, in Valianne's behavior. It was only for a breath or so. And with my trusty sword flicked away, I no longer have a weapon in my hand.

　But it's enough. More than enough. On the battlefield, that moment is worth more than gold.

"O--Oh--Oh--Oh--Oh!

　"--Oh--Oh--Oh--Oh!" A bare-knuckled savage tearing at the nerves.

　His body twists and his shoulders jerk. With a shake of his whole body, he gained momentum and forcibly slammed his right arm, which was no longer strong enough, into Valianne's throat. Instantly, his ears caught the sound of an unpleasant, very unpleasant sound.

　This is no longer the use of the arm. Just the way you treat a tool as a weapon.

　A sickening sensation of flesh digging into my toes, and then the heat of my fingers popping off, is transmitted through my right hand to my brain.

　From the corner of my eye, I could see my fingers snap, bone and claw piercing Valianne's neck. In my right hand, I feel a distorted sensation that can no longer be called pain.

　This is disgusting. It's not a trick I'd show anyone. This is like a back-alley rat fight, isn't it?

　In front of me was Valianne's face with her hand growing out of her throat. She sobs, spits blood out of her mouth, and clears her throat.

　Her esophagus must be damaged. It must hurt like hell just to breathe.

　Let's ease her up now.

　Just as I was about to do so, I looked at Valianne. This is the first time I've been face to face with her. In addition, we've never even had a good conversation. I knew next to nothing about her.

　But still, I could understand her when I looked into her eyes, which were still shining. She must be here for some great purpose. He came to this place, to the battlefield, to grasp something.

　From his pocket, he took out the only remaining knife in his left hand. I saw Valianne gritting her teeth, blood dripping from her lips as she tried to shake herself.

　She's going to live. She's not ready to die, she's not ready to accept defeat. Even with the enemy's finger at her throat, the light hasn't gone out of her eyes.

　I don't know her. I'm sure I never will. What she fought for, why she betrayed us, there's no way I'll ever know. It's disrespectful to pretend to know based on a brief encounter like this.

　So I'll kill him right here.

　I will cut off her head and gouge out her blood and flesh. Whatever Valianne's intentions were... No matter what her reasons. Kill her as a battlefield courtesy.

　With his left hand, he slowly lifts the knife. Strangely, it was heavy. I don't think I've ever felt a knife so heavy.

　And then he thrust the blade straight down the side of Valianne's neck, forcing it through the cervical vertebrae.

　The fibers were torn out of her flesh, and the tip of the blade gouged out her bones along with her nerves.

　The blood spurting out was black. I was no longer sure what I was anymore. The only thing I could feel was the pain of my fingers in Varianne's neck, as if she had bitten me.

　--Valianne's eyes seemed to be staring at something else, not at me, until the last moment when they lost their light.

　The moment her body loses strength and becomes heavy, a feeling of shame caresses the back of my chest.

　I don't know. I don't know anything about the female elf in front of me. Not on this journey, not on the last. I never knew her life or her will.

　But then I thought. I murmured it deep in my heart. I, of all people, was like Fialat once was.

　If it had been Held Stanley, the hero, this woman would not have died.

　He, his hero, would have known how to save even her, the traitor. With his strength, with his great capacity, he might have been able to save her. In fact, he may not have even let them betray him.

　In the end, all of this is just a prediction. In the end, it can't happen. And yet, deep in my gut, I feel it as if it were the truth.

　After all, I am neither a hero nor a brave man.

Thanks for the ......, saint. I thought I was going to die alone in the end. Well, it looks like I failed to die again.

　I could hear footsteps behind me. It must be the saint Mattia, who had just made her voice heard. Ah, this is a battlefield. There is no time to comfort your heart with petty sentimentality.

　I breathed out loudly and managed to mumble the words, and that was the moment.



"...... Oh, I'm a saint. I didn't know that. And what, you're going to die alone. What, that I failed to die?

　Fialaert's voice, filled with a lot of emotions, at least not good ones, pierced my ears. It's a voice that seems to have some magical power in it.

　I see, I see. I felt an unpleasant sweat crawl down my forehead.

　It's not the time for sentimentality, it seems.


　"You are a bottomless fool.


You're a bottomless pit of fools. You're a bottomless pit of foolishness. The more you can see, the better off you'll be compared to the rest of the world's idiots.

　I'm not going to be next if it's me," Kalia said with a pout on her lips.

　For the first time in a long time, I felt those silver eyes pierce my body. I still feel a chill in my core.

　However, even if I try to look away, there is a black eye staring at me very closely. They are filled with an almost indignant emotion.

　Even though Kalia and Fialaat are the most powerful people you will ever meet on the battlefield. Is it the remnants of the past journey that make me exhale a sense of trepidation deep in my chest? Or is it that I'm feeling something different?

Oh no, of course I survived. And it's not like I was going to die. I was just trying to survive.

"Oh, really? I don't think that's true at all. If it's true, I hope you don't go away again so lightly with the evidence, it's too dangerous.

　What am I, a brat or something?

　I'm a brat or something. I hope that Fialaat hasn't removed the thought that this is a battlefield from his mind. He's pursuing his words more than ever. He's still holding on to my arm, his gaze never letting go of me. I can't help but feel a strange sense of danger.

　Of course, there is only a short time on the battlefield when you can have such a carefree conversation.

　The knights of the heraldic order were strong, having conserved their strength until now. And they've been on the battlefield before. There is a difference between elven soldiers and those who are fighting for the first time.

　In the event that you have any questions concerning where and how to use the internet, you can contact us at the web site. Even though we were vastly outnumbered.

　And so, there was a brief pause before the next unit was ready.

　But next time it won't be like this. Using Varianne's troops as bait, the main body of Rahgias' troops, fully prepared, would charge. Even though the heraldists are strong, they are far outnumbered by the elven soldiers. They can't be the decisive factor in deciding the course of events.

　In addition to that, the worse thing is that the enemy seems to be trying to decide the game as soon as possible. The momentum is too fierce. I don't think they are anticipating a long battle.

　I don't know why. I thought time was on the side of the enemy, but there's something else lurking somewhere.

So, how long are you going to be soft and cocky?

　As if she had been watching the situation, Mattia spoke up. As if she had been watching us, Mattia spoke up, her voice as resonant as ever. Her lips twitched slightly as she continued to speak.

There is no time left. This is the turning point. Now is the time to decide whether we should back off, as if there is no longer any use in fighting, or whether we should charge in, ready to step onto thin ice. There is no time like the present to decide.

　It was as Mattia had said. We have been given a moment. The decision we make now could determine everything. The fate of this battlefield. Even the fate of the race of elves.

　The decision must be made now. Should we retreat or should we go? Decisions will come when they come if you avoid them. So now is the time.

So, what's your decision, commanding saint?

　She wavers her lips as if to lighten her words. Mattia's gaze sharpened for a moment, as if to condemn. You're so serious. If a word is too heavy, it will sink into your heart and not come out. The right level of lightness is just right.

...... Lugis. What's your opinion, anyway? You're probably just hoarding bad ideas again.

　I was somewhat surprised by that statement.

　I was well aware of Mattia's dislike for me on the way to Gazalia. So, why did she decide to listen to my opinion? He tilted his head.

No deep meaning. It's just that you have a lot of experience. I'm just trying to help you make a decision. In that sense, yes, I do trust ...... you.

　The two eyes of the saint stare at you with short endings. You can find a lot of people who are looking for the best way to get the most out of their life.



　But trust, what an honor. It's a great honor, considering I've never been asked for my word or opinion, let alone my trust. I don't know if my words really mean anything.

　He moved his chin slowly, as if he was laughing at himself.

"Of course we have to go forward. That's why you're here. At least, that's what I'm doing.