From the battlefield near Malwale, as that woman said, the Nea Gandia army was certainly pulling up.
The battle is over.
It's also in the form of an Allied victory.
But not in a state of letting go and rejoicing was to grasp the whole picture of the battlefield, to the point of reaching a detailed part, visible and audible to Setuna, which was painfully clear. There are too many war dead. Just the Allies. Apparently, General Nea Gandia's body was carried away with the withdrawal of Nea Gandia's army. All that remains on the battlefield are the remains of Allied General for thousands.
At the beginning of the war, the number of Allied soldiers, who boasted about 15,000, had fallen dramatically to about half after two crossing battles. Speaking of exact numbers, seven thousand two hundred and forty-five survive. The damage of the Imperial Army, which mobilized as many as 10,000 generals in particular, was immense, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was halving. It is only natural that Setuna should be impressed by her impudence, as she boasted the greatest strength among the Allies and put many soldiers on the front line.
Regardless, I understand the fact that it was inevitable that the battle would be prolonged, even if we could avoid the causal attack of Goddess Monana. Two on one. Beating down one side or the other was not an easy task, whilst tweaking the collaboration between the goddess and Miztris. But still, I have to think.
Still, could it have contained more damage?
While I think so, I also wonder if we must consider ourselves fortunate to have done so much damage in the fight against our enemies, including God. If the goddess Monana or Miztris cared about it, it should never have been difficult to wipe out all Allied General. At least, while Setuna was away, there were as many opportunities to attack.
"Setuna......!
By the voice of Faria, Setuna is drawn back to reality. When I saw it, Faria and Eryl Alm, with their ragged faces, were about to rush over. Both of them, too much fighting and exhaustion came from the way it was, and Setuna felt painfully. If I had been more firm, I could have relieved their burden, too. But Eryl Alum's first voice had such momentum to blow away Setuna's bitter thoughts.
"Brilliant, you've won!
"... ah, oh"
"What's the matter with you? Don't look floating."
That kind of Eryl alum was smiling so briskly that she didn't see her weak face against Setsuna.
"That's right. You won, didn't you?
Faria, too, was smiling at Eryl Alm for losing. I guess it makes Setuna worry. There was nothing but gratitude for those two cares, and Setuna also smiled at them for making them anxious.
"The goddess was killed."
"The goddess...?
"The guy from Miztriz withdrew. With a newbie."
I saw the battlefield of the Setunas, where no one was anymore, and explained to Faria and Eryl Alm the end of the battle, scratching.
"... that's what happened"
As Faria sighed, Eryl Alum nodded.
"I see. I'm confirming the same outfits here. They were put in for Nair Gandia's retreat."
"I transferred space. It's nothing."
"Well... I carried away all those people. I can see that."
Faria and Eryl Alm's remarks are an indication that something like a black woman also appeared on this battlefield, and there seemed to be no mistake in Eryl Alm's assumption that it was a new force put in for the withdrawal of Nea Gandia's army.
Perhaps that black woman was observing the war situation of the Zalwarn invasion unit led by Miztriz from somewhere. And I've intervened to see the war worse, or to pull out the whole army. I don't know to what extent a woman's strength is, but if she had enough power to intervene and recover no survivors left, she seemed to be able to rendezvous and destroy the Allies, but the reason for not doing so is unknown. I wonder if it's convenient.
"Whatever those black guys are, maybe we should thank them for taking the Nea Gandia guys off this island."
"Yep... right"
Faria nods quietly. Setuna has to admit it too. At that time, I had no choice but to thank the black woman for taking Miztriz away with me if I saw this tragedy. Miztriz would have been killed. But then there is no way to prevent an increase in casualties as they headed for Allied rescue. Besides, if that black woman had joined the war, there was no doubt that further damage had been done. It exists enough to have spatial transfer capability. It's no wonder you had the same power as God, like Miztriz.
"If we keep fighting like that, we're not gonna get rid of it."
"... Colonel."
It was a very late settlement, Lord Setsuna.
Leng-Fonefel showed himself before the Setunas, wearing a bloody armor. What follows is the armed summoner of the Empire. Did you call your name Cyril-Magnaphan? All in all, he couldn't hide the wear and tear. Naturally. It was such a fierce battle that the fierce faria of the fierce warriors ran out. I guess he had to be on the front line. Looking at Leng, it's clear he can't even wear out.
"This miserable situation while keeping all that out of sight. Do you understand our anger?
A disrespectful statement showed the depth of anger, the calories, swirling in his chest. But I don't give it to the expression. He stares at this one with the faceless expression he deserves for a sedentary and calm commander. The temperature difference was extra telling of the intensity of his anger.
"I know, Colonel."
"You know what? I wonder what that means, knowing. If you really know, why are you doing this?
"Colonel."
Looks like Cyril tried to forgive Leng, but Leng's anger won't subside.
"You keep your mouth shut. I will keep the life of the remaining Imperial Army generals in this land. For the past two years, I've taken care of them dreaming of returning to the mainland of the Empire. I don't know how much thought they wanted and gasped for their return to the mainland of the Empire."
"I know that... but"
"What is it?"
Leng stares at Cyril in frustration.
Eryl Alm supported Faria's shoulder, which she accidentally fell on. Faria expresses her gratitude just by gesturing to Eryl Alm.
"Without Lord Setuna, we would have been defeated by the Nea Gandia army, and thus could not even point the spear of anger at the winning actor. Or do you think the Colonel, without a chance, surrendered to Nea Gandia? If that's the case, you can be angry."
"Ridiculous...!
Leng turned away and threw up trying to distract him from Cyril's gaze. I can see that my emotions are intricately disturbed by the words and actions.
"I'm an Imperial soldier. The Lord of our Imperial Soldiers is none other than His Majesty the Emperor, revealed in the Head of State of the Zaion Empire. Even if we perish as a result, we cannot refuse to let our heads fall on anything other than His Majesty the Emperor."
"Then you should be happy and grateful that you delivered the spear of anger and survived even the slightest"
"Appreciate it..."
"Have you forgotten what Lord Setuna said about linking us to the mainland of the Empire?
"Something to forget! Something you've forgotten..."
Leng waved down, trying to hold on to Cyril's hand, which he was still grasping. Stay down and leak the words like a whimper.
"So, so... let's all... let's all..."
"Colonel..."
"No, I know. I know. I understand that what I'm saying is just tyranny. There can't be anything wrong with Lord Setsuna. Lord Setuna has received my greatest enemy in this battle. That's what we know best when we were on the battlefield. I understand that fighting so many enemies was not possible with our power."
Still, I had to.
Say, if I hadn't slapped you, you wouldn't have been able to handle your emotions. The number of Imperial Army troops, which totaled 10,000, has fallen to less than half in less than a few hours. That means that's all life was scattered. It means there were war victims. Even if you understood from the outset that your opponent is a tremendous force of war, it is not an acceptable number to abolish emotions. Moreover, from what I have just said, he must be a very strong person with a sense of responsibility for the soldiers under his command.
Therefore, thinking of the grief of the soldiers left in the land by the ”great destruction”, the arrow tip, Setuna, which could not be fulfilled and was distressed, appeared. Setuna's offer to take over with the Empire mainland, the current emperor, must have been a light of hope for him that placed him in the darkness of despair, as opposed to a ship on the crossing.
His dream of bringing back more than 10,000 Imperial Army remnants to the mainland of the Empire without one left disappeared with dew in this battle. More than half of them died in the war. Many of them just wanted and should have wanted to return to the mainland of the Empire and return to their daily lives as imperialists. The only thing that brought it back to nothing was Setuna's failure.
If Setuna had been able to destroy Miztris and Monana God quickly, it would not have been such a tragedy. I am aware of the fact that it was extremely difficult, but that is why we must also accept the reality that we were unable to contain the damage.
The point of this battle was Setuna. Mizuto named it and took it on. There is a chance, he said. He said he would take on the enemy commander and let him pull up Nea Gandia's army. The result is different. We won. The enemy pulled up and the threat disappeared from Zalwarn Island. But too much blood was shed for that. The reality must be acknowledged.
"No... sorry"
Setsuna narrowed her eyes to what Leng had done to correct her posture and apologize.
"Please forgive me for my disrespect. No, it doesn't matter how I'm cut off personally. But what about those who survived, and those who died, the means to return to the mainland of the Empire."
"Oh, well... the Colonel's statement is not wrong."
Lord Setuna.
Hand control that Eryl Alm tried to pinch something in his mouth. As an Allied General, there must have been something good to Leng for Allied discipline as well, but Setuna prioritized her own emotions. Because I know how Leng feels, painfully.
"If I had achieved my purpose as soon as possible, there would have been no such damage. Because that's true."
But it's also true that it wasn't easy to do Lord Setsuna.
That's Eryl Alm. Setsuna affirmed by a small nod, but it was something she didn't want to admit in earnest.
If only I had more power.
No, I have power.
To be precise, if we could have controlled more fully armed, if we were confident that we could, the settlement would have been reached sooner. The settlement in an instant would have just been impossible, but even so, it would have been possible to contain the damage. I should have been able to reduce the casualties.
"That's right. Lord Eryl Alm is right. It's me who's wrong, Lord Setuna."
Leng, keep quiet.
"It's something I understood all along about the awesomeness of Nair Gandia's power of war. If you decide to fight them, you must be prepared for the great sacrifices. That's what I knew from the beginning. What I was prepared for. Now it's just eight wins."
Listening to his monologue, Setuna held his fist. Whatever he does, Setuna can't be responsible. I know that.
"So blaming you is a terrible mistake. That's a push for responsibility. It wasn't something proud Imperial servicemen should do, such as relying on the asylum of the strong for what they were weak."
"... Colonel"
"Lord Setuna, please forget what I said earlier. Of course, you can blame me for that, but you don't have to blame yourself. Thanks to Lord Setsuna and all of you, we were able to win."
Eryl Alum opened her mouth following Leng's caring statement to Setuna.
"... well, that's the thing. Lord Setuna. Don't get too concerned. You did all you could. As a result, Nea Gandia's army left and Zalwarn Island was able to restore peace."
"I can't distract you from the fact that there were so many sacrifices."
"That's also true...... it's not a good idea to care too much. Without Lord Setuna, we would have been destroyed."
The words that Eryl Alm has said to the sighing mix will also be true.
The Imperial Army led by Leng, as he said, cannot surrender to Nea Gandia any more than he can submit to the Emperor. Whatever the circumstances, I would have resisted Nea Gandia.
On the other hand, the provisional government did not have anything to say about the theory of surrender, but many, starting with Queen Gracia, were skeptical of Nea Gandhia, and the idea that the divine emperor Leongando Raegnas-Gandhia should be adjudicated to be a fake and more thoroughly fought than surrendered was overwhelming. Even if the Setunas were not involved, there is no question that they would have leaned toward anti-war theory.
If so, what happened?
I couldn't even fight good, even though I was devastated and after the defeat after the defeat, I should have surrendered to Nea Gandia or been destroyed.
At the point where Setuna is not there, Nine Tails of White Hair did not return to Sheila and therefore Nea Gandia may have been ahead of her for the time being, but eventually it would have happened. There is no doubt that the dead were not the ratio of this battle.
I can understand what Eryl Alum and Leng mean. But on the other hand, the various voices heard from every part of the battlefield seem to poke their own impudence, and they cannot help but feel responsible. Something that delights in victory, something that chokes and cries at raw realities, something that runs around transporting the wounded, something that sweats at the act of treatment, something that tears at breaking up with friends who have died in battle, something that flashes at the vain of battle - all sorts of voices, all sorts of thoughts and emotions, are complicated on the battlefield. Every one of those voices had reached Setuna's ear. Some of them, like Leng, blame Setuna. There are also voices praising Setuna.
I made sure to rip through such a chaotic situation, and my voice sounded.
"Ooh."
"Is that Sheila...?
Setuna questioned it because her voice came down from above unexpectedly. I knew there were huge signs approaching, but I didn't even notice Sheila's voice apparently being heard from those signs because she didn't even seem to need to be alert to that opponent without malice.
If you look, there was a giant.