In the darkness, sparks flashed.

　At the same time, the sound of steel joining steel rang out, foretelling that there would be a fierce battlefield in the darkness. A savage voice that tore at my spirit echoed.

　What we have here are two groups of soldiers, each consisting of at most a dozen men.

　These two groups are vying for control of the underground passageway, the way out of the palace.

　On one side, the revolutionary forces of Erdis, intent on taking down the enemy's leader. On the other hand, the elite of Ragias's direct commanders are doing their best to protect their lord.

　This place is too small to be called a battlefield. In the darkness, there's no way to describe the splendor of the battlefield.

　But the eyes of the soldiers are filled with unprecedented enthusiasm and euphoria. It is your own hands that will decide the outcome of this war. As if to say eloquently, "I will be the one to change history.

　As if to prove the ferocity of the battle, one by one, the shadows of each side's soldiers disappear in the darkness.

　They were few in number. But among them, it was undoubtedly the elite of Rahgias who were seizing the momentum.

　That was as it should be. Erdis's soldiers were miscellaneous soldiers who had been forced to refrain from going to the front. Unfortunately, they were no match for the selected soldiers of Largius.

　However, perhaps the unusual situation of having the enemy's leader in front of them had an effect on them. The soldiers of the Revolutionary Guards were not simply running out of power.

　If they couldn't make a deal on a one-to-one basis, they would simply put a light price tag on their lives and charge at the enemy soldiers. In the dark, he thought, all he had to do was to clear a path for the men behind him to follow, with the savage courage of a dead soldier.

　In the midst of their fury, the elite of Ragias's direct line of command's breathing became erratic.

　But they will not let such a haphazard assault pass. The lord behind him has no intention of letting even a piece of his blade fly. Now, this is the last flicker of the light. The elite of Ragias are convinced that their victory lies ahead.

　There are only a few enemies left. The silver light from the spear gleams as it cuts through the darkness. The head of Erdis's servant leaps up again.

　Three more, a short scream, followed by a strange sound like a chicken's head being strangled. Two - I felt a skull piercing my hand, and twisted my spear to pull it out in front of me. And the last one - he raises his sword up to the throat of the enemy soldier in front of him, and while watching the fresh blood spurt, the soldiers of Ragias lick the taste of great victory.

　Relief floated in the hearts of the elite soldiers under the direct command of Rahgias.

　Relief that, despite the surprise attack, they had managed to bite through the enemy and survive on the battlefield. Relief that he had been able to protect his master, Finn Largius.

　One of them, with relief in his heart, pulled a spear from the throat of an enemy soldier.

　Right in front of him, the body with the sword still raised collapses helplessly. That was it. That was all it was supposed to be.

　The last thing he saw was a flash of purple lightning crawling out from the shadows of the dead enemy soldiers. The blood splattered again in the underground passage.


　I'm sorry.


　I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.

　That relief was the only thing on my side.

　He flips his body as if to tear at the slackening air, then cleaves another neck. The fearsome blood stroked the hollow.

　Three more. How did you manage to cut down so far? There's still a glimmer of hope, isn't there?

　His cheeks contorted, his eyes narrowed. The enemy's face was agitated, but his body was already in a fighting stance again.

　Oh, d*mn it. I was hoping to get at least one more head in the confusion. They're so well-trained. The elite, no doubt.

　He bit his teeth hard as he gripped the sword in his left hand again. The three spears were glinting with a terrible silver light and seemed to be bared their fangs, ready to take my flesh and blood.

　And unfortunately, the distance between them was completely that of the spears. If I wanted to gouge out their flesh, I'd have to pay the price for the distance.

　No. The numbers don't add up.

　Then I'll at least strike back at two of them. One bite is the price I have to pay. So I opened my mouth to show my teeth and put all my strength into my legs.

　--Put away your spears and your swords!　This is the path of the great primordial elves. This is the way of the great primordial elves. They hate blood more than anything.

　That voice echoes through the tunnels.

　A melodious voice that tangles in your ears. Unmistakable, the Elven princess. Elddis's voice echoed through the tunnels.

　That's all. As an illusion, Elddis could not touch or interfere with anything. All she can do is let her voice echo. That's all you can do, princess.

　But that voice made the three spears in front of her tremble. Some were astonished, some didn't know it was an illusion, thinking that if they killed the princess, victory would still come to them.

　Oh, that trembling was what my heart wanted more than anything.

　He swatted away the spear that was thrust at him and closed the distance by stamping on its handle with his foot.

　I could see the eyes of the enemy soldiers were filled with astonishment and agitation. But I didn't even give him time to speak. From the lower left, you draw a line that slices down the muscle of the enemy's jaw. The trajectory shifted, and the tip of the sword took off the neck while shattering the jawbone.



　Now, this was the time for swords, not spears.

　The moment the enemy soldier changes his spear to regain his position. He swipes his fingertips with his spear. Blood spurted from his finger like a red flower in an underground passage.

　The spear is removed. Is it a poor soldier's instinct? The soldier reflexively bent down to grab the weapon that he could no longer pick up because his fingers had been cut off.

　The back of his head is smashed with the hilt of the sword with great speed. He felt a sickening sensation in his hand as it penetrated the bone.

　One more thing.

　My breath was coming in gasps. My strength was leaving my body, and my mind could run out at any moment. And then there's the injury to my right arm. Now my body was in no better shape than ever.

　Honestly, I'd like to give myself some credit for a job well done. I cut down two of the enemy soldiers. Deep down, I know that's more than enough.

　But out of the corner of my eye, I saw an enemy soldier move to strike me dead.

　A spear cleaves. It seemed that they were trying to force me out of the way.

　You're so calm in the middle of a fight. Oh, please don't do this. A hit like that in the side would have broken my bones without question. Then you'd fall down in a heap and die.

　Normally, I'd give my life for that. But not today. I have a few promises to keep.

　With a gleam of purple light in his left hand, he thrusts straight up.

　It's no longer a thrust, it's more like a throw. My left shoulder creaks. I know I'm pushing it too hard. Because that skill is something I'm not capable of. A thrust of divine speed that accurately strikes the enemy's vitals.

　--Are you an idiot? You're an idiot. You don't understand the true nature of thrusting.

　You don't understand the true nature of thrusting. But it's not a bad idea to imitate it, even if it's awkward.

　Of course, it's not quite as good as the ideal thrust of Kalia.

　A flash of purple lightning. At the same time, a great deal of blood splattered down into the tunnels. The sword that struck the enemy soldier in the mouth went through and gouged out his spine.

　I bit my lip and endured the gasp of relief that threatened to escape. I am an ordinary person, and I don't have time for that at all.

　The sound of sword fights ceased, and the underground passage became silent. The sounds of sword fights have ceased and the underground passage has become silent.

　Not mine, of course, not Erdis's. So there was only one person left in this tunnel who was allowed to survive.

"Oh, it's you. But I didn't think you were capable of such a decision. You've matured, my dear niece.

"...... It's been a long time, Uncle.

　A smile that distorts the deep wrinkles in your face. A crinkled laugh.

　The laugh that distorted the deep wrinkles in his face. It was undoubtedly the laugh of the enemy leader, Fin Lageas.