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At the beginning of battle, the enemies’ monsters let out an attack with unbelievable power and a large-scale magic attack that destroyed the spirit of the Lords Alliance. However, since the next attack didn’t come after that, they began to believe that those attacks can’t be used continuously; kind of like gunshot and one-time-only firework.

—Well, if they ask the people themselves, Kurashi (gunshot) and Ikaruga (firework), they will gladly answer the request by firing it in rapid fire. Still, right now they’re busy drinking alcohol while gazing at the battlefield, cheering, resenting, and commenting with a self satisfied look—they’re very busy.

Then, as if replacing them, the monsters that had been standing by in the Aquira Plateau for the past few days started to move while giving a battle cry.

Looking at that, the Lords Alliance’s commander judged that their enemy had used up its trump card then moved to conventional melee. With that, they suddenly feel their spirit come back, and see their chance at victory.

The remaining military strength of the Amitia Kingdom was over 28,000, while the enemy monsters only had 10,000.

In this world, fighting monster 3vs1 is possible theory-wise. Thus, according to that, they have equal war potential. However, different from personal battle, the effect of difference in numbers will rise exponentially in a group battle.

““We can win!!””

Every lord believed in that and first ordered the volunteer soldiers that were divided and placed under their command to the front line, thus preserving their own pieces.

Even though their numbers were overwhelming, they weren’t better than any amateur—well, from the lords’ perspectives, letting them who supported the traitor third prince and had a high possibility to rebel to die together with the enemy is a justified action—they held crude weapons and wore crude defensive armaments. Even if they desperately stood their ground against the surging wave of enemy monsters, they were mowed down by the Troll Warriors, and sent flying by the surging charge of Goblin Raiders.

Those terrifying free-for-all fights, slowly became an agonizing painting of hell that will ruin your eyes.

In those chaotic and confusing states, the Lords Alliance’s regular army which was standing by and waiting for an opportunity poured down a violent rain of arrows. Additionally, the magician corps was also firing numerous ice arrows which bore holes on whoever was in the way, disregarding if it was friend or foe.

Moreover, as a finishing move the cavalry charged and exhausted the enemy army, then the infantry that came afterwards exterminated the survivors—that kind of scene can be found everywhere in this battlefield.

The match is decided! After all they are just inferior beasts, no matter how much they gather it won’t be a problem!

Believing in their victory, complacent smiles floated in the faces of the Lords Alliance’s commanders. However, the enemy’s persistence was out of their expectations and their own forces started dwindling together with the passage of time, making them begin to feel agitated and frown. Before long, cold sweat started to flow like water.

What is this?! Where are they coming from!? Moreover, their fighting spirit hasn’t declined. As if they know no death!

Then, the needle of the scale slowly started to incline toward Imperial Crimson’s side, until it was impossible to reverse.

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“Well, [Wide area resurrection: All Rise] was only 8×8 grids when it was a game, so it helps a lot since now it covers a 50m radius, but still…”

Disregarding friend or foe, I stood in the middle of a sea of blood, and used the saint skill [All Rise].

Faint light flowed from the long cane ‘Blue Velvet’ in my hand toward my surroundings, the corpses started to come back to life and looked around, confused.

“For it to ignore friend or foe, I don’t know if I should say it’s convenient or inconvenient… or rather, while looking at that strange bird which was dragged in, also coming back to life and flew while saying ‘stupid stupid’, I feel it is really a waste of MP.”

While muttering to myself, I move and cast [All Rise] again without stopping. Incidentally, unlike the full recovery Resurrection skill, this wide range resurrection skill only recovers 20% HP, so Mikoto quickly followed after me by casting wide-range recovery skill, Angel Rain.

Since the resurrection knows neither friend nor foe, allies and enemies were jumbled together and got into a confusing situation, in panic some even started to fight again, however,

“Hey! Imperial Crimson’s soldiers who have come back to life, quickly move to the front! The battle has already moved forward since a long time ago, don’t be slow! Also, volunteer soldiers from the Amitia Kingdom, the Lords Alliance sacrificed you guys and even attacked you from behind. I’m not that forgiving, put up resistance and I won’t resurrect you again. However, we won’t pursue you, so if you want to run away, go on. That’s all.”

I said what I wanted to say (since it is only possible to use resurrection within 30 minutes, I can’t waste my time here), and left that place.

Actually, this is what I heard at a later time, most of the volunteer soldiers retreated from the battlefield in an unsteady manner, as if their soul was gouged out.

“…do you think I’ve become soft, Mikoto, Amari?”

Suddenly, I remembered the face of a certain masked knight who was also in this battlefield, and asked the two of them.

“Not in particular. –Since from the beginning, it’s not something the princess should worry about.”
“…From the start Princess was always saving others depending on her mood and meaninglessly committing atrocities. So I am happy that you haven’t changed.”
“…thank you.”

I see, so they look at me that way…

“Well then, let’s work hard!!”

Encouraging myself, I ran around the battlefield like the wind.

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The result is clear like night and day.

Unhurt Imperial Crimson soldiers came from every direction, against Amitia soldiers who were not only full of wounds, they also had no reinforcements and were separated from their own lords. Moreover, Imperial Crimson soldiers thoroughly trampled them, not leaving even one soldier behind in their wake.

“—ru, run… no, retreat!”

Nobles from the surviving army quickly rode their warhorses and attempted to leave the battlefield with great haste. Trusted confidants who gathered around them looked at each other’s faces and timidly asked for confirmation.

“However, our allied soldiers are still in the middle of battle, shouldn’t we give them a retreat signal?”
“Don’t be stupid! Giving me time to retreat is the duty of those low class people! While they stall those monsters, let’s leave this place quickly!”

Hearing him shout with a red face, his close confidants nod to each other, and start to scramble towards their own horses.

“…Err…isn’t doing that kind of thing irresponsible?”

In that moment, a violent blast descended toward their formation and the surprised horses simultaneously ran away from that place, leaving their owners behind.

“Like masters, like horses…huh.”

Falling off the horses due to the wind pressure, they were bewildered because they saw a knight with red armor and a red mask walking in the middle of them before they noticed.

—this man, I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere…

A faint, familiar sensation welled up in their chests, but before they reached the answer, the man faced them and showed a fearless smile while resting his long sword on his shoulder.

“It’s unbecoming for commanders to sacrifice their own allies and run. Our princess, on the other hand, is running around the battlefield so none of her allies die here.”
“You, who the hell are you?!”

One of the subordinates couldn’t take it anymore and asked, the man prepared his sword and said.

“Imperial Crimson, one of the Princess’ subordinates. Maroudo.”
“Whaa—!”

In between the commanders whose complexion became pale, the man who called himself Maroudo danced forward as if slipping, drew and swung the sword in his hand horizontally.

“—Uranami no Shibuki.”

With that one attack, those who drew their swords and grasped them, those who tried to draw their swords, those who tried to run, everyone silently turned into corpses.

Only one, a noble who fell on their back, was saved.

“…Seriously, to think someone had this kind of luck. Well, I don’t know about the me from before, but the current me doesn’t have any reason to hold back. So I’ll send you to hell along with your subordinates, Earl Villoresi.”

Looking at the conduct of the man who walked toward him, his figure, and the voice that he used to call himself, every sign matched, Earl Villoresi gasped.

“…Ma, Maroudo you said? No, that’s wrong, you, you’re Acyl… Claude…”

“The person with that name is already dead. The one standing in front of you is only his remains… and it will also disappear shortly, leaving only Maroudo behind.” Saying that, he drew and swung his sword straight ahead.

…In the corner of the battlefield, all lives came to an end. In the stillness that is unsuitable for a battlefield, Maroudo let out a sigh and whispered to no one.

“Will you feel sad looking at the current me? Well, more than that, perhaps you detest me for being unable to save you…”

“—Aren’t you the one who knows the answer to that question the most? Do you really think her soul doesn’t wish for your happiness?” A clear voice answered him.

“…ah, princess.”

Carrying ‘Blue Velvet’ on her left shoulder, Hiyuki stood there before he noticed.

“I am sorry, but please save your tears until after we wrap this up? The war here is over, but apparently there’s a revolt in the royal capital. The follow-up action is something you must do.”

“Revolt…” Hearing those not so gentle words, the part of Maroudo’s face which was not covered by the mask tightened.

Hiyuki shrugs her shoulders lightly.

“Yep, somehow the result of this war was announced by the fleeing volunteer soldiers. Then the people who were unhappy towards the nobles until now, all revolted at the same time. –well, the seed that someone planted might be sprouting, or something like that.”

“…I see.”

Maroudo muttered in a low voice, hah…and as if he was a traveler who finally unloaded their heavy burden, he let out a sigh flooded with emotion.

“That’s why. I am planning to direct all soldiers to the capital, don’t lag behind. If you’re late, the thing you left undone might never get fulfilled you know?”

“I see. There are still many things I need to do.”

Though she feels the desire to ask what he’s thinking about, who he’s thinking about, and what he would do, in the end she left that place without asking any of it.

Then, looking at that back, Maroudo felt somewhat relieved and asked frankly.

“Princess, when everything has ended, may I borrow your highness’ bosom and cry as much as I like?”

“—wha, why?! Just cry alone!” Hiyuki hugged her own chest and retreated right away.

“Well, men are creatures who want to cry in a girl’s bosom in painful times.”

“Th-then isn’t it better if it’s not flat like mine? How about Sofia? Her chest is huge, there’s no objection to it.”
“…That young ogre princess? I will be strangled to death.”

Leaving aside Maroudo who felt dejected after imagining it, Hiyuki ran like the wind.

“My my.” Scratching his cheek, Maroudo headed toward the royal capital. “I wonder whether he’s waiting for me…” He muttered someone’s name, but there was no one to hear it.