Between demons. The supreme demon eating each other is just like a myth. Threats that no human being could ever reach, no matter how much training and hardship they went through, formed a vortex and competed with each other in power.

　It is incomparable to theater. Life is even more shocking than theater. Unknowingly, you bite your teeth and continue to watch it above you. A strange reverberating sound pierced the depths of my ears. A struggle where everything is out of the ordinary still fills the sky.

　The soldiers still did not move an inch. They had not received orders from their commanders. They were all staring at the sky as they readied their weapons. It was as if the battlefield had come to a temporary standstill under the dazzling glow.

"What's the matter, let's go. What's the matter, let's go. She's attracting so much attention.

　Blinking her dark eyes, Fialaert said, hiding her head and most of her face behind her robe. Apparently, she's not as distracted by the celestial struggle as I am.

　After all, she's the one who's letting the demoness, who's the symbol of the substandard, get away with it. Fialaat seemed to have a more sensitive side than Kalia, but perhaps she's more daring than I thought. No, even in the past, he was a man who could not be swayed by a decision.

　Following Fialaert's example, I put on my robe, hid my face, and headed for a street a little farther from the battlefield. However, Fialaert heard the sighs I let out in between. As he turned his gaze towards me, his black hair swayed between his robes.

Are you still displeased, accomplice? Or is my opinion unheeded?

　It sounded like a voice that had been very carefully crafted. It sounded calm, even gentle.

　But it was not at ease.

　My eyebrows wavered. It was the same with Kalia and Erdis. It seems that when they smile or seem strangely kind, it's usually a sign that they're not feeling well. I, as a person, have finally learned this.

　Especially this time, the cause is clear.

　In the office of Garoua Maria, the tactic I told Caria and Fialaat was simple. All I had to do was get the enemy to target me.

　That is, I and a small group of soldiers would hide in the open and surprise the enemy's rearguard. Then, in one fell swoop, we attack the main camp. In a big way, more conspicuously. But it is not suicide in any way.

　It's more like a diversion. From the point of view of Borvat's army, it was an unusual situation, a general of the enemy army, leading a small number of soldiers, making a surprise attack on the main camp.

　The enemy commander must be thinking, "Something must be going on. The enemy commander must think, "There must be something going on.

　And if the commander and the soldiers don't mesh and stop, so be it. If they intercept well, that's fine too. Because that means the enemy commander will turn on me.

　In short, the thunderdragon will no longer pierce Galuamaria, and the giant sword of Kalia will be unchained and free.

　If the enemy attacked the raiding party led by me, the main force of Garouamalia would attack its back, and Vestalinu's raiding party would attack its flank. If, on the other hand, they are facing the main force, I can just chew through the main force.

　The raiding party is certainly in a dangerous position, but it is not intended to be annihilated. Hopefully they won't die, as I told Caria and Fialaat.

　--Rugis. And you thought I was gonna open my arms and say that was a great idea?

　--Yeah. You didn't really think I'd do that, did you?

　I just remember you had a great smile. Kalia's, Fialat's. Oh, I see. A smile is never a sign of friendship. Sometimes they're evil.

　Besides," Kalia continued.

　--Not against that thing. We'll end up getting shot down individually. You're better than that, Fialaat, your father is.

　Your father is quite good, Fialaat." Kalia cowered at the critical point of my plan.

　That is, if the commander-in-chief is good enough and calm enough to withstand my surprise attack and the main force's attack without disrupting the troops. Then it's all over.

　After all, they have the upper hand. You're in a position where you have to make a surprise attack, and you're outnumbered. If you are completely outmatched, you will be crushed. Either way, it would be over in an instant. Kalia's eyes must have seen the scene clearly.

　Even after exchanging several words from there, Kalia did not relent. Originally, she could have led her troops out on her own.

　At that moment, Kalia's eyes looked more dangerous than ever. It was as if he was going to bite my head off if I moved even a little. No metaphor, no nothing.

　And it was Fialaat himself who said this.

　--All right. If you're so keen on a surprise attack. I'll send word to my father. Wouldn't that be better than a surprise assault with no regard for life?

　I was stunned for a moment, but Fialaert kept talking.



　Mastighios-la-Volgograd is a sorcerer and a very rational person, but he is not so blasphemous that he would willingly serve a demon. That's why he's not willing to fight with the demons now.

　If that's the case, there's a small chance that you'll get a response if you send a request for a meeting in your daughter's name. If we can exchange words, we may be able to find another way. It's not too late to wait for that, Fialaat said.

　I remember well how Fialaat looked at that moment. He didn't seem unsure, but rather, he seemed to have a kind of certainty. But on the other hand, he seemed to be biting down on something he didn't like very timidly.

　To tell the truth, I don't know anything about Mastighios' character or his standards of judgment.

　But from the look of Fialaat, maybe they weren't the most compatible father and daughter, like Caria-Bardnick and Burbage-Bardnick.

　I was born without a father or a mother, so I honestly don't understand the subtleties of emotion that might be present. However, I knew that it was not a place where I could step into aloud without hesitation.

　Every human being has a certain area they don't want to be trespassed. Not for me, not for them.

　And so, there was a response to the letter with the name of Fialaat presented by the military envoy.

　The man who had refused even the surrender orders of the cities said that he was willing to hold a meeting. Even if it's a trap like a tiger's mouth, it's definitely a coveted opportunity to exchange words with the other side's commander.

　That's why I'm wearing a robe and hiding my face as I make my way to the meeting place. Apparently, Fialaat didn't like my expression and sigh. He shrugged his shoulders and said in a hushed voice.

　His dark eyes, hidden through his robe, stare at me. I really think you should be praised," says Fialaert.

How can I complain? Especially when it's your accomplice's. I can't thank you enough for this idea.

　But I'd be lying if I said I didn't have some thoughts.

　After all, the soldiers who believed in me and followed me are still on the battlefield, locked in a standoff with the enemy. In the midst of all this, it's not in my nature to go to such a meeting alone.

　If there are people who have entrusted their lives on my back, it would be right for me to die with them anyway. Otherwise, it's not balanced.

　So he says. Fialaert let her robe rise for a moment and said.

"You're so wrong, you know. I don't hate you for being you. But the soldiers, Caria. I'm not putting my life in your hands because I want you to die.

　Those dark eyes are slowly looking at me.

　I saw it at once. In spite of the gentle language, there was an unmistakable anger in them. A pure anger that could not be hidden behind a thin cloth.

　It may have been the first time, even in the past, that Fialaat had ever shown such indignation.

I don't want you to die, I want to be there for you, so I'm putting my life in your hands. You are my gold, my hero. If only you were alive, they think.

　On an out-of-the-way road, far from the battlefield, far from the city. Fialaert grabbed my hand and placed his cheek on the back of it. His voice strangely pierced the core of my ear.

"Good Lugis?　I'm sure I could die laughing if you, my accomplice, told me to. Then you'll never forget me. You'll think of me forever.

　Too astonishing, said Fialaat. But it wasn't the words that surprised me.

　It was the beautiful smile on Fialaat's face as he said that. It was a smile that was so beautiful that it even made me swoon.

　I didn't know what to make of this smile.