Magic is the manifestation of miracles, but it is also a very rational means.

　It is the use of the flint called "magic" to inject the fuel of magic into the outside world. In other words, it is just that. The structure itself is quite simple.

　Therefore, even in ancient times, there were people who controlled primitive magic, and those who performed spiritual miracles were sometimes called witches or fortune tellers.

　However, in spite of the fact that witchcraft has been used since ancient times, it has remained a mysterious and inaccessible field until modern times. Only a very few people have gone so far as to study it.

　There is one person who has unraveled the mysteries, systematized them, and reduced them to a single discipline.

　--Althea. The first emperor of a unified empire and the myth of mankind itself.

　She cut out only the parts of magic that were easy for humans to understand and created a form. She gave the weak human race, without fangs or claws, the armor to stand up and face the demonic.

　After Althea, magic was reduced to a form of learning. It is no longer a miracle to be able to use it. As long as you have mastered the form, you can handle it, despite individual differences.

　The human species has undoubtedly succeeded in possessing the weapon of magic. And what followed was not salvation or hope, but a madness with no bottom.

　Humans pushed forward to a frightening extent to sharpen the weapon they had acquired.

　How to attach functions to the body to perform magic. How to make the body overflow with magic power?

　What are the organs for it, the nerves for it, the blood for it? And the soul for that.

　At some point, it became everything for a sorcerer to do. In order to spit out more and more demons, even his own body and soul are reborn. It is also called the magic mechanism, the miracle of the fallen. The sorcerer spends his life transforming his own body into magic itself.

　And so the arms of the magician general Mastighios-La-Borgograd were unmistakably the magic mechanism itself.

　The sound of the gods, which should have belonged to the gods, was transformed into thunder and burned to death everything in its path. It was a departure from the formal magic that Althea had achieved, and it was now a lost magic.

　Therein lay the proof of La Volgograd's quintessential evolution and metamorphosis.

　In the face of that essence, the walls of the entertainment city of Deanheim were too powerless. It was not enough to break the fangs of Mastighios and his elite.

　It could not be helped. This was not a city of war, but a city where entertainers traveled from country to country. Therefore, in the past, when the city was invaded by the Borvat dynasty, it surrendered early and begged for the safety of its citizens.

　This time was to be no different. As long as the Bolvart forces did not commit such a barbaric act as to cut off all the messengers of surrender.

　The demon Lovell said, his emotionless voice drifting in the air.

We must not allow them to surrender, General Magus. Yes, at least to the extent that the city is stained with their blood. After that, ravage it. Act immediately.

　You don't have to tell me that. The Mastighios bit his teeth as he looked into the inorganic eyes of the witch. Blood was seeping out of his mouth.

　He knew how this would end. No matter how hard they tried, the entertainment city of Deanheim had no power against the Borvat dynasty.

　And if surrender was not allowed, what would follow would be inevitable death.

　Soldiers would die, old men and children who could not escape would die, and then women would die. Only the smell of blood and iron will cover Deanheim.

　The only thing Mastighios could do was to give them a little place to run.

　If he slowed down his attack, the demon would find him easily, and more importantly, he would put his own soldiers in danger.

　Mastighios couldn't betray his soldiers, who loved him even though they were under the command of a demon.

　While stifling a trembling voice, Mastighios asked.

"...... Majin-dono. What is the point of doing this? If they want to surrender, let them. It will only spread the damage. I don't see your intentions here.

"Majordomo.

　Without pause, Majin Lovell opened his lips. His elaborate behavior made him look like something other than a human, despite his human form.

Let's say it again. Do not be so arrogant as to think that a mortal can probe our intentions.

　There was no disdain in his voice. There was no disdain in his voice, just a sense that Lovell was going to say what he needed to say.

"No matter how much doubt you have, no matter how much animosity you feel, you must obey. Until one day you die like fools. Immediately, understand this, lowly.

　The lightning fire of the mastighios scattered through the air. Call it a perfect killing intent. The innate insanity of one born into a family of sorcerers boiled in his blood. But he kept his mouth shut.

　And so, even though he only showed his physical obedience, Mastighios was certain of one thing.

　The blatant words of rejection that Laboure just showed. It's something you don't normally see. He knew there was a purpose to this. They're not just letting humans kill humans for their own pleasure.

　Then there was always a chance for the demons to take advantage of them. If they could find it, they might be able to overturn the board.

　I don't know how many sacrifices I'll have to make before then.



　Mastighios, his expression hardened, glanced again at the entertainment city of Deanheim.

　The city would no longer be able to escape its fall. The city gates have been burned down by lightning, and black smoke is beginning to rise from within the city. It seems that several units have successfully entered the city.

　Death. The screams of death pierce Mastighios' ears. Mastighios clenches his fists tightly as if to grip them.

　--Curse you. All excuses are meaningless. I kill others for my own people. Come, come, hero. I know exactly what I am.

　Mastighios watched the entirety of the city's sorrow as it fell. It finally ended at dawn when the sun opened his eyelids.

　The Demon War began with the fall of the entertainment city of Deanheim. Even after that, the Borvat forces continued to devour smaller cities, including the major ones, without stopping their momentum.

　The uncoordinated city-states sometimes showed their willingness to surrender, but Borvat's army rejected all of them. Making a path with blood and sobs, the Borovart army continued its endless march west.

　Their ferocious fangs were about to turn on their next target, the walled city of Galuamaria.


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　A nostalgic smell makes my nose twitch. I don't know what it is, but it's probably spices or food. This is the smell of Garouamaria, a walled city and also a center of trade. I could already feel it in front of the castle gate.

　When I had come here before, I had wondered how I could have scattered the carya rather than feeling nostalgic.

　I had thought that human beings could not change easily.

Don't you miss me, Caria? Don't you miss the time when we went to the guild with nothing but our clothes on? We've changed a lot, haven't we?

　The horse's hooves clacked, and Kalia's silver hair swayed in the air. Kalia's lips pursed as she said.

"Yes, you have. Back then, you were like a dancing powder keg. The only thing you seem to have changed is that you can't get by without me.

　She shrugged her shoulders and smiled at Kalia, who widened her eyes in satisfaction. It seems that this is the only part of Kalia that hasn't changed.

　But at the same time as her expression softened, she felt a numbing coldness in her guts. The reason is simple. My whole body sensitively understands that this is a deadly place, more so than my own.

　Too large an army of enemies is rushing towards this Galuamaria. I don't know if I'll be able to hold them off. You think a single wall can repel an enemy many times its size.

　Unpleasant thoughts go round and round in my head. I let out a sigh. I had a feeling that if I went through this gate, I might not make it out alive.

　The gates slowly opened. Instantly, I heard a loud noise that blew away my hesitation. My ears instantly went deaf.

　What I heard was the sound of people screaming. People, young and old, men and women, crowded together to greet us.

　I couldn't even tell if the voices pouring in were cheers or sorrow. But I was sure that they were directed at me and the soldiers behind me.

　I could tell by their appearance what kind of people they were. Probably those who couldn't even escape the deadly snow. Some of them were sick, some of them were just poor.

　Those who could only cling to the walls of Galuamaria in the face of the impending death of Borvat's army.

　They looked at me, their throats rasping. Their faces showed joy, but also fear of death.

　They know it all too well. The enemy is large, but we are small. It's not going to save us.

　But I still had to speak up. I had to wait. His gaze pierced mine, as if searching for something.

　I looked at her for a moment, but she moved her chin to prompt me to speak. I knew it would be something like that, but... She's not going to give me any help.

　I breathe in. To the crowd, she said.

"Come on, look up. I didn't come here to die. I'm here to win the war.　

　I asked him if he didn't want to die. The voice swells and pours into my ear again.