In the center of the main camp of Borvat's army, apart from the command center where generals like Mastighios are waiting, there is a solemn tent.

　It was for the Majin Laboure to use as a place of refuge. There were cloths and beds in the curtain that were normally only used by royalty when they went into battle. None of this was what Lovell wanted. They had been prepared by the poisonous Junerva and the nobles of the Borvat dynasty who had succumbed to their demonic nature too soon.

　The gleaming furnishings were arranged in a glittering array.

　Lovell, however, had no taste for luxury or precious metals. He had no interest in valuables made from the culture of man.

　Ironically, however, the almost untouched furnishings and Lovell are in terrible harmony. She herself was like an elaborate doll made up.

　Lovell's beautiful amber eyes barely moved as she remembered the words she had heard earlier.

　He said that the jewel, Badu-Agathos, was coming to kill him.

　I don't know what Borvat's intentions were in telling me this. Does it not mean much to them, or do they just want us to eat each other? Or maybe it's something else entirely.

　But it doesn't matter to Lovell. He wasn't interested in the thoughts of humans, he only had one thing in the back of his mind.

　Lying on the good bedding, Lovell clears his throat. He spread his hands lazily.

　--He opened his hands lazily, a radiant smile ringing out in his ears.

　Laboure didn't know how to let out the big emotions that were born inside of him. So it all becomes laughter, and it is emitted to the outside world as a voice. It was like a mocking laugh, but with a lively expression that did not waver much.

You're a survivor of the Gem Bau-Agathos ...... War of the Gods, aren't you? You're still embarrassing yourself.

　The smile on her cheeks is cynical, yet somehow nostalgic. Even though he was a hateful enemy, in this age when most of the people who knew him were dead, he felt something akin to nostalgia.

　And Lovell has left everything behind in his own time to survive. Considering the years he has lived, Agathos is like a baby. Nostalgia prevails over hostility.

　Muttering a monologue, as if to tell Agathos, who would still be out there somewhere, Lovell said.

"Did you call me a failure, that mortal? Very well, Agathos. Your fate is now in my hands. I will annihilate you immediately.

　It is also in accordance with the will of my god Vriligant.

　I'll give you an immediate demise.


　I'm sorry.


　The second day of the Garou Amalia siege in the Demon War.

　As on the first day, the sunrise drove out the night, and the offensive of the Borvat army began. What was different from the first day was the army that would be the main attack.

　In front of the main gate, the frontal army led by Mastighios was less vigorous than on the first day, and rather, the attack from the back - that is, the second army led by Vice Admiral Eirine-Rei-Rakiador - cut the edge of the battle with fierce vigor.

　Eirene's main force was not armored soldiers, but magical beasts. There are many of them that Eirene herself breathed life into.

　If the essence of the House of La Volgograd is altered, then the essence of the House of Rei-Rakiador is infected.

　It infiltrates the brains of beasts and produces a variety of magical beasts that can withstand war. The art of intoxicating soldiers with magic to make them oblivious on the battlefield.

　This is different from the House of La Volgograd, which is concerned with the alteration of magic. This was what Rei-Rakiador was good at.

　In fact, it is only the house of Rei-Rakiador that is capable of wielding infectious magic over an area as wide as the battlefield. This is the essence of magic. Eirene believes that this is the path to the divine realm.

　And the place where infectious magic will be most useful is, of course, the battlefield.

"In the name of Rei-Rakiador, this shall be my domain. Fight to your heart's content, warriors!　It is you who are here now to show your true bravery!

　The sorcerous beastmen, infected with infectious magic, rushed towards the walls of Garouamaria to do their bidding. There was no sanity in their eyes anymore, only the given will to attack these walls. 　

　The soldiers may not be as pure as the beasts, but they are more aggressive than ever. These are the so-called madmen. They will continue to fight without regard for their own sacrifice.

　They were best suited for sieges, which are truly fierce battles. They would continue to advance even if hot oil was poured on them, or large stones or bows were shot at them.

　Eirene gazed at them with satisfaction and continued to cast her spells. Her lips spat out the words smoothly, and magic covered the area around her.

"I command thee. Sanity to madness, madness to sanity. Die, be born, and become a monster with a hundred arms and fifty heads.

　I felt a slight pain between my eyes. Even for Eirene, covering the entire battlefield with a magical field won't last long.

　And yet, she cannot retreat. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it. Biting her lip, she forced herself to keep her sanity and continued to play her words again.

　In all honesty, Eirene saw this war caused by the demons as a rare and strange event.

　It was a national crisis, yes, and the demons were breathing down her neck, yes. But it is only in this predicament that there is any point in making a difference.

　Something poisonous was now swirling in Eirene's chest. It is irresistibly hot.

　The House of Volgograd and the House of Rakiador are two of the five great families of the Borovart dynasty. There is no doubt that they are two of the most famous families in the world who are allowed to take each other's titles.

　However, there was an insurmountable gap between Volgograd, who was the first among them and was given the title of the one who accomplished magic, and Rakiador, who was only the second.



　Eirene's father, grandfather, or any of their predecessors, no man of Rakiador has ever surpassed Volgograd. From the beginning of the Borvat dynasty, Volgograd has always been the pinnacle of magic.

　--You are a work of art to be reckoned with. Very good, Eileen. You're the one who's going to bring Volgograd down.

　Eileen can still remember the curse her parents gave her. Not a lullaby, not a fairy tale, but a curse that she was raised with.

　As if to live up to that expectation (Noroi), Eirene continued to sublimate her own magic. In order to be unbeatable, and to make sure that no one else would follow. She swore that she was the one who would make Rak'ador the leader of the Borvat dynasty. Sometimes you have to spit out reason and common sense.

　But it's not an easy road. No, even now, Eirene was not first in the dynasty of Borvat.

　Mastigios-la-Bolgograd. The greatest of all the wizard generals. The wall is too high. Eirene believes that the only way to reach that still unreachable wall is on the battlefield where she stands out the most.

　On this battlefield, I will make sure to surpass Mastighios. And then I will show them who is truly the leader of Borvat. That's how it has to be.

　In that respect, Eirene was undoubtedly desperate.

　In the age of the deadly snow, when demons are swarming, it may not be the right thing to do. Perhaps there had always been another way.

　But Eirene could no longer change her path. There was no way she could deny herself now. Exhaling hot air, Eirene looked at the great wall.

　The enemy soldiers are trying to defend themselves with spears and bows, but they are not perfect. It's an amateurish trick, I can see the loose ends here and there.

　You can kill them. You can kill it. You can drop it. If it was perfect, it would be enough to bring us down. Eileen is certain.

　--These mooks are no match for us. You will die for me, for Rei-Rakiador.

　A corner of Borvat's magic has sunk its fangs into Galuamaria, ready to devour her.