"--Do you find it difficult to make peace? That's... but..."
Nerim gave a disgruntled expression.
However, looking at the one arm of the Commander of the Kingsguard who had told me so, the spear of words naturally subsided.
"I know what you mean. It was no longer a war of attrition. If we continue like this, we will allow the Empire to invade again, even if we win against Stillbeats. There was information that the Demonic Clan was moving suspiciously. Besides, my arm's gone too."
He laughed mockingly, but his dominant arm was flying. We will no longer be able to stand on the battlefield.
For a knight, a lack of pride is also synonymous.
As a salvation, I was proud to lose it on the battlefield.
……
From now on, the number of times Nerim was left unharmed on the battlefield increased.
That's why the painful mind of the Commander of the Knights came to me.
"There is no doubt about Stillbeats' strength." Not only is Hetoa one of the most powerful soldiers on the continent, but he's also strong enough for every soldier. A complete victory would be incredibly difficult. ”
"Do I still have to win?"
"The kingdom of Amriya has lost too much. There are many people who have blood on their heads. The military, the home affairs officers."
“But we need compromises and retreats.”
"That's right. I've lost a lot, but I haven't perished." At this point, the name of the kingdom of Amriah will disappear from the map. It seems that there are even those who are trying to fight over the top.
It implied the possibility of a coup d 'état.
Nerim sighed in disarray.
(I'm tired of fighting. Everyone should have the same idea. Stillbeats, too. I'm sure that hetua.....)
It is nothing but hopeful observation.
But of course, the battlefield was filled with an atmosphere of exhaustion and distress.
After a while, there was no ceasefire or peace.
The battlefield would be a great place to enter.
We have also announced that the Empire will be joining the fight on Stillbeats' side.
Originally, it was the role of the Home Office to stop it.
Or we could have called in reinforcements for our allies.
But he could not speak to the kingdom of Amriah, which had mischievously tarnished its credibility because it had unjustly asserted excessive claims.
Now even the number of soldiers has been surpassed.
(Is this the result of your greed?)
Nerim is young, but as a mercenary, he has been around the battlefield many times.
And it came to pass from his experience, that he knew that the kingdom of Amriah was in a statute that perished.
I fought for my late father and brother, and for my mother and sister, who are still alive. I want it to survive, if possible.
All the thoughtless thoughts in my chest that resembled my opinion.
- The bell rings.
The invasion of Stillbeats has begun.
It was just after the Kingdom of Amuria had set up personnel to replenish the front against the Empire.
The camp just beside Nerim is enveloped in flames by massive magic.
The few screams were because I was tired on the battlefield, but I didn't even have room to raise my screams due to the incoming magic.
Nerim heads to the front to fight back.
There's only one thing we can do here.
(Stop Hetoa! Even if it takes just a few minutes... that will save hundreds of lives!)
It was a determination.
This was the first time that Nerim had given his life.
It was easy to escape from any battlefield if you had the strength to do so.
But that's not what Hetoah was after.
I was ready to die.
――
Hetoa is standing in front of me.
Demons or gods.
Nerim had no regrets even though he was under pressure.
"---!"
――
No one could get near the two swords.
Nerim's arm grew even stronger when he came here.
I was not hesitating to use my power to care for my companions.
For the time being, Nerim interwoven magic into a battle that he didn't use much.
Along with that, for the first time on this battlefield, there are scraps on Hetoa's clothes.
"-Awesome, a genius." After a few beats, I realized that it was Hetoah's voice.
……
There was honest joy.
But I'm worse than Hetoa.
There was also the humiliation.
“My name is Hetoa Stillbeats, and I'm going to carve out a name for you on this battlefield. What's your name?"
Hetoah will remember.
It means that the name will remain on this battlefield.
Then there was no reason why Nerim should not answer.
"Nerim"
In just a few days, Nerim had a sense of respect for Hetoah.
There was no remorse in dying from this.
"It was an honor to fight, Nerim."
Golden hair flutters.
The sword of Hetoah can be held up.
It was just a single sword, but there were still many afterimages in Nerim's eyes.
"If there's another life, I want to fight with you, Hetoa."
It was clear to everyone that it was a will.
It was an honor for Nerim.
It would be an honor to have Hetoa as my last opponent.
- Goodbye.
Keep your farewell words in your heart.
But I didn't give up.
I will not close my eyes until the last moment.
Hold the sword.
To intercept an unstoppable blow.
- Vibrant sound.
It was an instrument passed down to Stillbeats.
It was a signal that Nerim had heard many times.
The blow to Hetoah has stopped.
"Apparently you want to see the end, Nerim."
Hetoa laughed happily and left, wary of her surroundings.
"Stillbeats retreat... Why?"
Are you hallucinating?
I still couldn't believe it when I saw Hetoa disappear.
Nerim couldn't hold his sword.
◇
The Empire has been destroyed.
The news came after Hetoah fell.
However, the destruction of the Empire will not be a factor in Stillbeats' retreat. Even if we could not expect reinforcements, we should have continued our invasion because we were advancing at an advantage.
Still, I decided to retreat because I realized that I had to quit fighting between people.
It was the birth of a demon king.
(The culprit of that turbulent stream was the Devil Clan)
The same magic was responsible for the overnight destruction of the Empire.
The Amurian and Stillbeats fronts must have been used for experiments before they went into action.
That is the conclusion of the human side.
Whatever it takes.
Soon after, I was entrusted by goddess Astaire to choose a brave person.
(Hero Hetoa... from my point of view, it's inevitable)
He was unparalleled on the battlefield.
Even in a dilemma, I tried to save people.
I even showed respect to my enemies.
Nerim had no objection.
But there was only one thing.
He was a member of the party nominated by the hero Hetua.
"...... why did you nominate me as the Sword Saint?"
St. Nerim the Sword.
It was the birth of the Sword Saint, who was celebrated for generations to come and was the best in history.