The black scarlet exploded, slaughtering the demonic hordes. With a single swing of the long sword, the flesh and blood of the demon greatly stained the hollow.

　It was a kind of fantastic scene. Even though it was a bloodbath, it had a holy atmosphere. A primitive, yet one-sided slaughter. The purest form of struggle.

　It's ironic that it was a man who did it, not a demon.

　What was it? With just that question in their hearts, the demonized monsters disappeared. Blood boiled, bones crushed, flesh chipped away.

　No, the truth is... I think I knew what it was. But he didn't understand why it was harming him.

　The deer's eyeballs spin around. Multiple eyeballs protrude from its eye sockets and look at it.

　A human with silver hair. At first glance, she was just a small girl. Not a very powerful one. The demon deer understands that she is originally just a being to be subdued by a hexenbiest.

　But the demonic nature embedded in her body is something else. His spine almost turns to ice.

　It's far greater than you. Far more powerful. And huge.

　Oh, yes. It's a giant. There's a great demon, a champion of the earth who will never fall.

　Then why is that giant attacking you, a demon? That's what the demon deer can't understand. The silver eye was now looking at you.

　The demon deer sobs and raises a hoof, coughing up blood. As if kneeling and reaching out in hope. Why, you ask.

　The giant in front of him looked at it and said.

"--Die here. That's the best you can do.

　Kuro scarlet covered the demon lion's eyes. The next moment, there was nothing more. The only thing left was the corpse of a hexenbiest.


　I'm not sure what to say.


I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.

　I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea. Around her, the flesh and bones of Hexenbiests piled up, spewing out curses of their own.

　There were no more words. A sight that can only be applauded.

　Just like the journey before. No, it's more than that. That was all I needed to say about Caria now.

　It was undoubtedly due to Kalia's presence that she was able to easily crush the demonic beasts, even though she had bitten them in the side. Her sword has not lost a single bit of its sharpness, and it is getting sharper with each passing moment.

　It's almost as if she's not human at all. A chill went down my spine for a moment.

　As if she had noticed my gaze, Kalia's cheeks relaxed and she returned my gaze. A battlefield. It's also in the midst of the corpses of demonic beasts, but he had a strangely beautiful face.

"How's that shield you're so proud of? I don't think it's any better than this.

　Kalia said, somewhat provocatively. His silver eyes swiveled to look at me. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head in reply.

It's just too good for me. It looks like I'll be needing a shield for the rest of my life.

　He cleared his throat and said jokingly. Seeing Kalia's satisfied nod of her head, I guess I was right.

　Lately, she has been showing a strange stinginess in her words. That's why I had to be extra careful with my words.

　Wait a minute. It's the same as before, yeah. Nothing's changed.

　As I was gathering my slightly scattered troops, Fialaat suddenly widened his dark eyes beside me. There are a few people who look like Garristo soldiers in my line of sight.

　They must have been the ones who were spearing the monsters earlier. I can see wounds on all of them, and not a single one of them is unharmed.

　There was a faint hint of suspicion in their expressions. No, it was only natural. A group of people flying the banners of heraldry, Gazalia, and the nobility of the Garlist Kingdom must be strange.

　That's not good. I honestly don't know how to talk to them. I should probably ask Mattia or Elddis, but they're probably still in the back row.

　As I was trying to choose my words. The woman who seemed to be the commander at the front of the line lifted her eyes and said. The expression on her face gave me the impression that she was sincere, or at least firm.



"First of all, thank you for your help. My name is Neymar Gloria, second-in-command of the Royal City Guard. Your help has saved the lives of my soldiers. ...... But what is the purpose of your brigade?

　I've never heard of heraldry or Gazalia allowing anyone to enter the Garleist Kingdom territory. I'm sure you'll be pleased to know that I'm not the only one.

　Her strong gaze pierced through me, Kalia, Fialat, and the rest of the soldiers. However, her words seemed a little weak, perhaps due to fatigue.

　Now, how should I answer? I let my lips purse for a moment, letting out a formal word.

I don't belong to any organization, but my name is Lugis. I'm just here to help. Nothing else.

　At the same time, I could see Neymar's face become somewhat tense. But I could also see that he was trying hard not to let it show in his voice and expression.

　Suddenly, a strange feeling of discomfort began to grow in me when I saw his expression for a moment. A sense of déjà vu, or how should I put it? I'm sure I've never met her before, but...

　I continued to speak in order to drown it out.

The capital of the Garlist Kingdom has fallen, and demons and demons are trampling through the land like a myth. This is no time for humans to be biting each other. Isn't that right?

　So you're going to help me get to King's Landing? Neymar muttered lightly in response to my words. His shoulders were still bobbing up and down.

　I nodded, and after a beat, she opened her mouth in the same tone as before. Her words are still not very strong.

　But there was one thing. But there was one thing that was clear: hostility.

"You are the ones who are waiting for us. No, it will be the effective control of the capital by heraldry and Gazalia. In all of history, there has never been a time when a land that has been effectively ruled has been handed over to its owner bloodlessly.

　His voice was matter-of-fact. He seemed to be sincere, but he used words that seemed to try to entangle my heart.

　I remembered the way it was. Perhaps this is not a trait she possesses. Someone taught it to her.

　Oh, so that's why you have deja vu. That's why you remember, of course. I lifted my cheeks and smiled.

　Neymar says, as if he doesn't care about my expression.

I thank you for your help. But the word "help" will melt away as fast as the snow. And that's the worst that can happen. Do not underestimate me, Lugis, hero of the heraldry. I'm asking about your purpose.

　Lieutenant of the Guard. I believe that's what she said. Then it's simple. I know exactly who's above her and who gave her her training.

　You're giving me a hard time, man.

　But then you don't have to hide it anymore. There's no point in it anyway. You open your mouth with a genuine smile, not a fake one.

　I was so nostalgic that I couldn't help but feel my cheeks relax. I even felt like I was looking at myself, still under his thumb.

That's the worst possible outcome. Let's say that's true, Neymar-Gloria.

　I looked into her face, and then into her eyes, as if to say.

"Even so, it's better than being ruled by a demon. It's a lot better than the demons taking everything and destroying us - tell that to Richard's grandfather. He's there, isn't he?

　The old man adds that the wasteland is his domain.

　For the first time, I thought I saw Neymar's face contort.

"Yes, let's do that. Lugis-Vliriganth. That's what I'm here to do.