"Charge!

　The timing couldn't have been better. While the astonishment still swam in everyone's eyes, Mattia's voice shook the surroundings.

　As soon as they got the idea, the barbaric voices of their allies echoed, and they howled to tear through the entire unit, tearing apart the crumbling enemy vanguard.

　The front line is supported by the knights of the heralds and the few surviving elven soldiers. In total, there are at most about one hundred and fifty. Every one of them, spears and swords in hand, attacked the enemy, who numbered over a thousand.

　Elves and humans no longer mattered in this situation. Under the command of the saint Mattia, the revolutionary army under Elddis is taking advantage of the advantage of the street to suppress the elite of the enemy. Everyone understands this. This is the last opportunity given to us. The last light to pave the way.

　I let out a sigh. Wonderful. What a wonderful, wonderful thing.

　I knew she, Fialat, had once used rain as a tactic to bring in the storm. It's powerful, if only locally, on the battlefield. One weather event can be a major turning point in history.

　But I've never seen a flood like this. My throat felt like it was on fire. My arms were all hairy, my chest full of excitement and agitation.

　Here was Fiorato La Volgograd, and the excitement of discovering a definite glimpse of her genius. However, even with that, the enemy has not completely collapsed, and that is upsetting.

　Now, the battlefield is all about turning points. The enemy is concentrating a large number of troops in front of the main gate. Then, of course, the forces on the side roads will be thin. This side's front line has been decimated, but it has yet to be destroyed. The enemy's fangs have yet to reach the rear guard where Elddis is hiding.

　If we can get through this, we have a chance to win. On the contrary, if we are overwhelmed by the enemy's elite right now and open the way, it will be the end. The rearguard does not have the strength to take the enemy's assault. With a single blow, your allies will collapse. So this is it. This is it.

　Now the allies are desperately trying to catch up. Clenching their teeth and letting their flesh and blood fly, trying not to be overwhelmed by the momentum of the overwhelming majority.

　But alas, numbers are absolute. No matter how we use the narrowness of the streets, our enemies number more than a thousand. In contrast, we have one hundred and fifty, maybe less.

　I can see that we are definitely being pushed back, little by little. My eyes naturally focused on the front line, on the royal palace where Lagias would be.

　I can't feel the tips of my fingers on my right hand. But fortunately, I could still move my legs and my left hand. The strength that had been drained from his body would have recovered somewhat after a short rest.

　One deep breath. Three shallow breaths. And finally, deep.

　With his left hand, he regrasped the sword that had fallen from his fingers. With more strength than his little finger, so that it would no longer be flicked away.

"You dare to jump into that thing like that and play warrior?

　His shoulders shook. Kalia's voice. It's not a piercing voice, as it usually is, but a quiet voice.

"Of course. Of course. You can eat bread if you still have one hand.

　The pain was something he was used to, and he simply showed his right arm, which was now hanging limply from his body.

　He didn't think he could be of much use, but still, he couldn't just stand by and watch what was happening on the battlefield.

　Besides, Kalia, I don't want you to stay here. There's no point in having you stay here as an escort.

　If Fialaat is the Lord of the Canopy, the one who controls the weather, then Kalia must surely be the Lord of the Battlefield.

　The long sword she wields cuts down all enemies, and the way she travels the battlefield attracts everyone. Her overwhelming individual prowess inspires and encourages the entire army. She was once called the goddess of war and the knight among knights.

　Here, too, the goddess of war must work hard. Especially in a situation like this. I don't think my guesses and readings of the battle situation are all correct. In fact, it's creepy that they are. But at least I know what I'm doing.

　Now is not the time to throw away the hand of Kalia to protect me. That's throwing your trump card in the trenches.

　Besides, I don't need an escort of any kind. Guards are for the protection of worthy beings.

　That's what I told Kalia as I shook my right hand, which was not listening to me.

　I'm sure she'll call me a fool or a fool. But even so, in the end, they would go to the battlefield together. I know that Kalia is an intelligent person.

　But what came back to me was something very different. I suddenly realized that silver hair brushed the tip of my nose, and my whole body was pulled together with what seemed like force.

"Don't be so hard on yourself. I'm begging you, don't do anything to hurt yourself.

　The voice whispered in my ear, and at first I thought it was trying to tell me something. At first I think I was trying to tell him something. I was trying to act like I had no time to say such a thing, or that it was just some words to cover it up.



　But no words would come out of her throat. The pleading tone of her voice stunned him, and his eyes remained wide and motionless.

　On her back, she felt Kalia's fingertips buried. It was certainly powerful, but it was also stronger than ever, as if she cared for me.

　Did you say please? This woman. Kalia. She had never asked for anything in her life, let alone commanded anyone.

　From her toes to her hair, she was drenched in a wave of emotion, and it was as if she was speaking for me, unable to even speak.

　Don't. Don't, don't say that to me. More than being cursed, more than being trampled, those words echoed in my heart. Just that one word.

"......, you stay here. You can rest easy. You can rest assured that I will get everything from the enemy that can be called victory.

　The tone of voice was back to the usual Kalia.

　The tone was commanding, but there was still a hint of arrogance in it. I don't know why, but that's just the way she is. I don't know why, but my heart is taking it in strangely.

　I used to bite back at her coercive words with antipathy.

"But instead, swear one thing. But swear one thing instead: no matter what happens, I will return with victory at my sword's side. So don't you dare jump into danger yourself. Stay safe and trust me for a change.

　You and I are friends. After saying that, Kalia let go of her body, her expression somewhat distorted. The whispered words still seemed to reverberate in my ears.

　What does this woman want me to say? Do you want me to believe you? The woman who once trampled on me, underestimated me, told me my life had no meaning.

　I understand, I understand. The Caria here and the Caria Vadnick I once traveled with are no longer the same. But her core nature will not change so easily, I know it.

　I admire his nobility. I admire his extraordinary hard work and his will to persist in his pride.

　But still... But still... you can't trust that quality from the bottom of your heart.

　I felt the inferiority complex crawling ugly inside of me and the fear of her that was still deep inside of me, mixing together like mud and settling in my guts.

　A moment passed from the whispered voice. As my tongue continued to wander over the words, I crumpled my legs as I sat there on the street.

...... Sorry, I guess my legs couldn't take it anymore. It's not so easy to get up in this body. So what--oh, please.

　So, avert your gaze slightly and say. I don't know why. I'm used to saying stupid things like this, but... But today, I felt strangely embarrassed. I couldn't even look at Kalia's face.

　But in my ears, I could hear Kalia's voice, as if she was choking back a laugh.

"Yeah, you got it. You watch, and I'll bring victory home to you until you say enough is enough.

　Her back to the battlefield was strangely reassuring. The sight of a hero moving forward is so inspiring.
I'm sure Kalia will accomplish all of this as a matter of course. No matter what happens on the battlefield, victory lies beyond her cutting down the enemy with her sword. Yes, I believe that.

　It's not that I don't trust ----. Sorry. I'll give you an excuse later.

　The moment her back was swallowed by the battlefield, she muttered this deep in her chest, without saying it out loud.