"The heraldry is moving to deploy?　Isn't that a preparation for retreat, Rakiador?

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea. The eastern edge of the city-state group, the entertainment city of Deanheim, was already in sight.

　The gates of the city were closed without a single gap, and the usual cheerful atmosphere could not be seen in the slightest.

　Apparently, there were no reinforcements from other city-states. It was strangely quiet for those who knew Deanheim, which was always noisy and funny.

　However, this could not be helped if they were now exposed to the tips of Borvat's army. The soldiers were beginning to form a line of battle with nimble movements.

　The second-in-command of the Mastighios, Eirin-Rei-Rakiador, nodded at his superior.

'Yes, indeed, my lord. However, they do not pose a threat to us. We have less than five thousand men, and they are not magic armored soldiers, but miscellaneous soldiers. They're not here to fight, they're here to help their people escape.

　Eirene said in a soft, feathery voice and smiled, not even aware of the battlefield. Her slitted eyes were bright and obsidian.

　While everyone in the Borvat army has hatred for the demon Lovell in their hearts, only she shows a kind of naturalness.

　Yes, as usual, in a natural way. She acted as if she was looking down on everything.

　This is probably due to her talent as a sorceress who comes from a famous family, the Rei-Rakiador family, and is considered to be one of the rarest of them all.

　He is very good at looking down on people. Especially when it comes to those who are not sorcerers.

　But it's not unique to her. Mages have always been more or less like that.

　A dull voice sounded from the side, piercing Eirene's soft, yet sharp outline. It was a man's voice.

"Nonsense. That's a very unobjective way of looking at things, Eirene. It suits you to have such a biased view.

　The man had a terrible scowl on his face. It was strange that he had what looked like a smile on his face.

　Hind-Butse. Like Eirene, he is the second-in-command of the Mastighios, but he is the opposite of Eirene.

　Like Eirene, Hind-Busse is the second-in-command of the Mastighios, but he is the opposite of Eirene in terms of his magical tendencies, and more importantly, he does not come from a prominent family like Eirene. In addition, he is not from a family of magicians, but rather a commoner's bloodline.

　The fact that he existed as the second-in-command of Borvat's army was proof of his talent.

"Let's hear it, Hind. You say it, so it must mean something.

"The heraldry has sent no mere scum, my general. Lugis-Vliriganth. Great evil, hero, reclaimer of King's Landing. I no longer know what to call him. He is personally leading the heraldic army.

　Hind said, showing no sign of restraint towards Eirene. Eileen's sharp lips parted in a pout.

　It wasn't contempt, nor was it dismay. Just a quiet emotion that made Eirene lose her smile.

　To Mastighios, it was just another day at the office. It was hard to be happy that the two lieutenants were not on good terms, but it was not unusual in Borvat's army.

　After all, sorcerers are a group of people who all want to eventually master their own unique essence. Selfishness rather than altruism, exclusion rather than tolerance.

　It is partly because of the nature of these sorcerers that the Borvat dynasty, despite having a culture of magic that is unparalleled in the whole continent, is still only a hero in the East.

It's doubtful that we'll be able to retake the capital. A savage who can't even use magic has eliminated the demons that defeated the Garleist army. Aren't you just happy to see someone from the common people doing well?

It's still nonsense. You should wash your eyes out once. They say that people from great families are born with colored glasses.

　Eileen and Hind. Every time the water and oil that call themselves that repel each other, the air grows steeper and the demon more concentrated. If you are not resistant to it, you will be intoxicated.

　With a crunch, the demonic impulses begin to feed off each other, and the two sides clamor and struggle against each other. The antagonism is always broken by a single voice.

"Stop it. What's the use of us fighting over this matter? Only the city-states and the demons will be happy.

　Mastighios's voice sounded heavy and somber. Eileen and Hind both shut their mouths at the unusually oppressive language of their superiors.

　It is true that both of them have always fought with each other on a regular basis. But it's been a long time since they've been this fierce. What made them do it was the unconcealed frustration in their hearts.

　I was being trampled on by the great demon Vriligant, and was being treated as his pawn. As a sorcerer and a human being, it's a humiliation that burns my heart. The more I calm down, the more I can't hold back these feelings.

　But the enmity towards such demons. Resentment and frustration. The one person who feels it more than anyone else is Mastighios himself.

　Mastighios leans on his large frame and unknowingly clenches his thick fingertips.

　Then he asks himself. What am I doing as a general of magic who should be in charge of protecting the nation? What I'm doing now is just being used by the demonic to my advantage. No matter how many times I've had my lord, or even the nation itself, pawned, what a disappointment.



　Lugis, the hero of the Order of the Crest, is willing to risk his life to fight back against the odds. The great evil, the gold, the demon slayer. Mastigios has no way of knowing how much of that name is true.

　But now he raises his sword to break the fangs of Borvat's army led by Mastighios. On his own will, for the sake of those he was to protect.

　And you, on the other hand, what are you? The Mastighios sneered to himself, his cheeks contorted. He had a feeling in his heart that he could not do otherwise.

　--This is why I couldn't save my country, let alone my daughter.

　Something was boiling in Mastighios' heart. He already knew what that feeling was. Inhaling a cold breath into his lungs, he let out a hot exhalation.

　In the next moment, Mastighios pushed down all of his emotions. He swallowed his remorse, his regret, even his rage. He thundered with both arms.

　Outside the tent, the soldiers were completing their formation.

　An army of 25,000 ordinary soldiers, 8,000 magic armored soldiers, 2,000 magic beast soldiers, and other small units are breathing hard, trying to devour the city-state group.

　Even with a clasp around his neck, a general has a duty that must be fulfilled once he stands on the battlefield. At the very least, Mastigios-la-Volgograd has never forgotten that duty.

　Mastighios barked to the waves of troop leaders and soldiers. His eyes widened. The lightning around his arms grew in power.

There will be words that cannot be spoken. There will be voices that cannot be shouted. But remember!　No matter what time it is, we do not fight for us. Our flesh and blood is for our parents, our loved ones, our children, and our unborn children on our backs!

　A loud voice rushed across the battlefield. It rises on the wind and reaches beyond the gates to the entertainment city of Deanheim.

　The soldiers shouted inaudibly in response to Mastighios' words. It was an ineffable word, a cry.

　The mastighios raises his arms in a great, thunderous clap.

"Forward, men!　For the sake of those yet unborn!　All roads shall be trod by the Mastighios!

　At the same moment, the soldiers shouted a cheer. A roar that made even the immovable earth tremble.

　At the same time, the Mastighios' upraised arms were swung down. The magic mechanism directly engraved on both of Mastighios' arms sucked up an enormous amount of magic power and formed a spell. It was just like the roar of the gods.

　--As if to announce the beginning of the war, a thunderous roar went up. As if to announce the beginning of the war, thunder roared and the city gates themselves were destroyed.

　The war that would later be known as the Demon War undoubtedly opened with this thunder.