The Siege of Borvat.

　The final stage of the battle was so fierce that it is still talked about in all the battles between the human race and the demon army.

　The commanders of the armies were on the front lines, and the generals themselves wielded staffs and swords. There was not an uninjured general, no matter how big or small.

　The reserve forces were exhausted, and the wounded could not even be collected. Those who could no longer even be called wounded were lying on the ground.

　The offensive of the demon army was becoming fierce, and the battlefield was truly a hell. Some of them had their arms bitten off by demonic beasts, while others had lost their skin to the flames spewed by demonic birds.

　Even though the horizon was beyond the darkness of night and the night was coming with it, the onslaught would not stop.

　Inside the city, Eirene flails one arm, her voice strained. She wanted so badly to tear her free arm off.

"You're alive, Eileen. We both have bad luck.

"Hind. I can't die before you. There's not much honor in dying.

　The two generals' words were not out of spite. It was like a ritual to restore sanity in this place where death is flying.

　Only the soldiers need to be tainted by the madness of the battlefield. If even the commander is swallowed up by the heat, the only thing that awaits him is suicide by easy assault.

　Eirene took a breath and looked over the battle line from her horse. One more front line has fallen back.

　It's no use.

　Eirene heard the calm part of herself tell her that. There is a certain level of damage that an army can sustain in battle. Considering the number of casualties, it was way beyond that.

　In addition, if the retreat continued, morale would be terrible. The battle line could collapse at any moment.

　Eirene looked at Oyama, who had his back turned to her as if looking up at the sky. Mount Bephemus, which she had seen since she was a child.

　Now it's a dragon's nest. The great demon Vriligant was about to take flight with his huge body in motion.

　There's no telling when that demon will devour us all. The soldiers are still fighting in the midst of this fear.

　If it weren't for this situation, I'd praise them for their courage. But they've reached their limit. Unknowingly, Eirene bit her lip.

　Maybe I should have let the soldiers go. After all, it was only a fantasy that the Great Demon would be defeated.

　As Eirene chewed down her hesitation for the umpteenth time, it sounded.

　--A supreme dragon cannon that pierces the heavens and the earth.

　Eirene and Hind, the soldiers and even the demon army... No. No. Everyone in the city was looking at it.

　Vriligant, a hulking figure that seemed to cover the sky. His obsidian frame roaring into the night as he crashed.

　There was no mistaking it. But Eirene blinked her eyelids hard a few times. In her vision, Vriligant continued to fall.

　And the earth shook.

　A momentary void. The voices died away, and everyone witnessed the end of the myth.

　A man of genius never misses a moment.

"The evil dragon has fallen, by the hand of a hero!　We have won!

　It is not clear who spoke this passage. However, it is written that these words were uttered by someone during the siege of the capital.

　In fact, the moment Vrylliganth crashed, the human side's great rebellion began.


　I'm sorry.


...... It's over. We lost. It's always the same.

　Kiel-Bazarov just muttered to himself. His voice echoed well on the horse. The hexenbiests around him looked up at his face, groaning.

　The horse he was riding was also a Hexenbiest. The horse he was riding was also a Hexenbiest. It craned its neck to look into Kiel's eyes.

"You didn't see it? Look now, the dragon has fallen. We don't stand a chance. So we retreat.

"The hexenbiests are still fighting on the front lines.

　It wasn't a hexenbiest, but one of his men who had been following him as a human.

　It's not that he felt sorry for the hexenbiests, but that he feared that they might start a rebellion.

　Kiel opened his lips in a perfectly calm manner. But his eyes were filled with emotion.

So you'll stay? I'll run. There's nothing more foolish than fighting a war you can't win.

　His men nodded their heads in agreement.

　Keir quickly pulled back on the reins and turned his horse around. As he did so, he glanced once toward the capital and clicked his tongue softly.



　Originally, he should have been able to push through. No matter what kind of Mastighios he was, he had fought the demons so many times that when the demon opened his eyelids, there was nothing he could do.

　But he's alive. Kiel stroked his lips, thinking that it was he who had lost his way in this situation. We have to get out of here as fast as we can.

　If we don't, we won't even be able to sprout the rebellion again.

　The capital has been ravaged enough. It will take some time to recover. I'd say we've served our purpose for now.

"Master Kiel, 20,000 troops are deployed near the border.

　The Kobold with the face of a beast ran up to him and said in a faltering tone.

　Perhaps it was a bad idea to turn him from a human into a hexenbiest, but his reasoning is still questionable. But he was a good scout.

　20,000 men. Kiel has no idea where they're from. But they couldn't possibly be friendly to a demon.

　It's all settled now. Our army is now no more than 5,000 strong. There's even less we can fight with properly.

　5,000 and 20,000. A difference in strength that would undoubtedly lead to slaughter in a hand-to-hand combat. Kiel covered his eyelids with one hand and said.

You're desperate. We can no longer escape as an army. Each of you must scatter and flee!　Fall back!

　At this point, the demon army that had brought down the Borvat dynasty was completely subdued, including the remnants. It is safe to say that concubine princess Philos's expedition was truly a swing to put an end to the demon army.

　The morale of the demon army completely collapsed, and they returned to the demonic horde after being exterminated.

　In the history books, it is written that this was a holy conquest that transcended the interests of the nation and held hands to confront the demons.


　"Yes.


Yes. I'm not sure what to make of this. The sorcerers are also under the spell.

　In the midst of the new kingdom of Garleist's army, Princess Philos said, dressed in a black military uniform. A few of the chiefs of staff agreed, verbally discussing the future course of action, but the princess called out to one of them with a glance.

　Her white beard tilted as she saw a pair of glasses pierce her.

"To ....... It's the testimony of a number of captured sorcerers. I'm sure it's credible. Aside from the great demon Vriligant, the appearance of demons is also quite possible.

　Old General Richard said in a hushed voice. As soon as he said that, a few of the generals showed expressions of displeasure.

　They didn't like the fact that an old Garristian soldier was taking an interest in the princess.

　Richard snapped his head lightly to dismiss the gaze, saying it was troublesome. This was one of the reasons why he had abandoned the title of hero.

I have scouts in the capital, but I can't reach most of them. It's not clear what's going on inside. We have to assume there's something wrong.

"I see, good.

　Saint Mattia's lips rippled as she added to Richard's words.

　The clandestine agents of the heraldry were often very capable. Perhaps it was because they had gone through a long period of persecution and seclusion. The fact that they have not returned is a sign at that point.

We should look at this carefully. We are an expeditionary force. Once you fall, you can't get back up.

"You think the princess's expedition will fail!

　Starting with the words of one general, multiple eyes pierced Richard. Richard cowered in disgust.

　Perhaps it was because the princess was gaining more and more influence lately. Richard's cheeks flushed as he thought of the increasing number of such people.

　Nevertheless, the princess was even better than Richard had thought. This expedition itself was questionable, but each decision was a good one.

　Princess Philos clicked her heels and opened her mouth.

Richard, you're right.

　For a moment, the air in the tent was agitated. The general who had just spoken glared at Richard, biting his lip in frustration.

　But the moment Philos opened his mouth once more, the atmosphere changed even more.

But sometimes it's good to be right.

　Richard wasn't the only one who froze in thought at these words. Saint Mattia and the other generals also stiffened their throats and eyes, wondering what was going on.

　Philos held everyone's gaze. His black military attire stood out in the tent.

Speed up the advance and we'll take Bolvart's capital. Our hero is struggling alone in the middle of the enemy. Our hero is struggling alone in the midst of the enemy. What is he if not a hero? All troops, prepare for a forced march!　In this land, even men are enemies!　All negotiations are forbidden in our army!

　The officers in the tent shouted in response to Philos' announcement. Richard also responded, his head in his hands.



　Why does everyone go crazy when they get involved with that student?