The Lord of Vices, the Great Evil Rougis. The hero's use of language, as described in the Great Scripture, was strangely smooth, and even surprising to Hind.

　It was true that he had a talent for using his words to incite his soldiers, but for most generals, good words were for the battlefield. Even commanders who attract soldiers are not necessarily good at negotiation.

　In any case, negotiation and glibness can be honed not only by talent but also by training. In this way, it is not often that a strong man with military talent can hone the art of oratory, which is a kind of weapon of the weak.

　In this respect, Lugis was a rare breed. Even Fialaert, who accompanied him, only interfered to the extent of assisting him, and he was always the one who controlled the conversation.

　No, perhaps Fialaat is preparing the flow of words in advance, and only interrupts at critical points. Leaving Hind to ponder such things, Lugis purses his lips together.

I'm not sure what to make of this. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it. Everywhere you look in the world, it's like a garden of demons.

　In the east, there is no need to talk about it, said Lugis, cutting off his words, cowering alone and piercing the magic general Mastighios with his gaze.

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea. I'm not sure what you're talking about.

I'm sure you'll agree. The first thing you need to do is to look at your eyes. That's why we're here, isn't it?

　A demonic disaster. The Mastighios had said that this alone would not be a factor for nations to join forces.

　In any case, every nation has a flaw somewhere in its body. Be it political, military, or economic. Always. Only in an ideal world would there be a nation in which everything runs smoothly and normally. This may be a sign that human beings themselves are flawed.

　Even after swallowing this flaw, the nation continues its frenzied progress. For a nation, stagnation means death.

　Therefore, even if the flaw or obstacle is replaced by a demon or a demoness, it is not a reason for nations to form an alliance. It is something that a nation must overcome with its own strength, and every nation believes that it alone can overcome it.

　Especially in the magical state of Borvat, such awareness is very strong. They believe that they are the chosen ones, and that they are far superior to the uncivilized people who cannot even handle magic.

　Hind stroked his lips and said, "Even though the nation itself has been devoured by a great demon, I'm sure the Sorcerer's Court doesn't even think about cooperating with other nations.

　No matter how they find the right choice, their sense of privilege distorts their consciousness to no end. That was one of the flaws of Borvat.

"As a nation, yes. But what about the people?

　Lugis intertwined his fingers and said with an unreserved glance and words.

"How many millions of people will die for the prestige of a nation?　The people don't care about the great nation, they only care about living today. They face daily hardships to gain a little happiness. Even now. It's your job and mine to protect them today, General.

　The Mastighios narrowed his gaze at Lugis' question, "Isn't it? It was not as if he was at a loss for words, he just seemed to be staring at Lugis the person.

　After a pause, Fialaert added, "My lord.

"My lord. As you all know, we have pledged our cooperation with the Elven nation of Hanging Gardens Ghazalia, as well as with the southern nation of Illyssarde in the event of this demonic disaster. We have also made a pact with Telsalat-Lewana, the senior fighter. I believe that our alliance is not a pipe dream.

　Hind's eyes widened involuntarily at these words. A rare hint of agitation appeared in his grim expression.

　It is a nation that honors its military prowess and is more likely than Borvat to refuse to join forces with other nations. If it wants to cooperate with other forces, it must have sensed the threat of the demons very well. Or perhaps there was someone within the heraldic powers that they could trust.

　In any case, it was certainly not an unusual move. While Hind was upset, Mastighios took a long breath and said.

"I am glad to have had the opportunity to speak with you today. More than ever. If it weren't for all the obligations and responsibilities I have, I'd be inclined to agree with you.

　Very soft words, Hind thought. At least, Mastighios wasn't the kind of person who would speak like this to someone who had turned against him. He is a man who can be ruthless to the point of necessity.

　In fact, the position of General of Magic was not something that came to him just because he was good. He is a man who builds up his allies steadily, and at other times, he beats his enemies mercilessly with his schemes. Only by walking a path that only washes away blood with blood will you be allowed to sit in that glorious seat.

　It is impossible to say that only the Mastighios have walked the path of purity.

　But the current Mastighios does not show any sign of ruthlessness or anything like that. But I don't think he is as sweet as his own daughter.

Perhaps, Hind understood, if you name it, it's respect. The mastighion changed his voice to an austere tone and said.

But I am not a private individual, but the protector of tens of millions of lowly Borvatians, the sword of the state. As you say, I have a duty to save the people of Borvat from the fear of death!

　That is why this conquest must be completed. That's why this conquest must be completed, no matter how deadly the path.

　The demons that manifested themselves in Borvat, after trampling all over Borvat, offered this deal to the sovereign.

　--Destroy everything but you. Destroy all but you and I'll let you go today.

　A promise so rude, so maniacal. Mastighios has no faith that such a thing can be kept. These demons only think of humans as tools. Somewhere along the line, you're bound to be cut down.



　But the sovereign agreed to the deal, and the Magisterium nodded in agreement. And so, in fact, Vriligant and his demons have stopped their invasion of Borvat.

　Then the sword of Borvat, Mastighios, can only be swung at their command. Even if it's only to be the last in line on the death row.

　There is no turning back now. Only while you are slaughtering your enemies on the battlefield will your people be able to escape the fear of death.

　Lugis took the words, but ran his lips as if he understood them.

I've never heard of such a thing.　I didn't come here to listen to the words of a magic general. I'm here to hear what you have to say.

I'll never let that happen. But I can't share the road with you at this time. That's all I'm saying.

　There was a moment of silence. That seemed to be the end of the conversation between the men. They realized that even though they understood each other's intentions, there was still a gap that could not be filled.

　Therefore, it was not the man who spoke next, but her. Her dark eyes opened wide with a clever glint in them.

"Then, my lord, please cut off my head right here and now.