Graduated from Witchcraft Institute

How much time has passed since then?

The battlefield had come to a point where that large crowd would almost decide.

Either the Royal Army or the Ice Demon, they're leaning toward victory.

This was incredibly, with all that damage, and yet it had become the dominance of the Ice Demon God.

As the battle progressed, one of the most elite knights of the Royal Army fell, another, and one after the other was forced into a state of non-combat.

The critically wounded knights, the majority of whom took their lives by the miracle technique exercised by the service priests, but some of them were deadly without healing.

Also, the miracle of the Service Priests' Healing of Serious Injuries (Cure Serious Swoons) can heal fatalities and connect lives, but cannot bring them back to the front immediately.

The steadily decreasing number of those who can fight cannot be avoided.

For the record, instead of that fierce battle, there was a situation where too many of those who fell with serious dying injuries could not keep up with the hands of the service priests.

The service priests were causing remorse in a situation that could not be helped.

I wonder if we can only bother to abandon the many knights who will lose their lives.

But then, a miraculous thing happened.

One cleric girl appeared refreshed and used the Priest-class miracle technique to save the lives of the knights one after the other.

That was a cleric by the name of Cyril brought by Princess Irene, but the service priests could not hide their surprise that a beautiful girl, who would still be under twenty years of age, would exercise a priest-class miracle.

So much so that one of the service priests said, "It was like a goddess itself," etc.

But aside from those stage sleeve events, the big picture keeps moving in the wrong direction.

While the knights of the Royal Army fell one after the other, they never showed fright when it came to the ice demons they were supposed to be desperately damaging.

On the contrary, so much so that he even seemed to be gradually recovering health.

Along the way, the princess knight Eileen and an exotic swordsman by the name of Satsuki she brought were also in the fight, but that doesn't make things move.

That's how the number of Royal Army warriors keeps decreasing.

Only a total of about ten warriors, including now King Andrew, Knights Commander Dylan, Princess Irene, and exotic swordsman Satsuki, were in a situation that besieged the Ice Demon faraway.

In the meantime, Satsuki, who breathes on his shoulder while setting up a knife, blurs toward Eileen.

"Hey princess... but the Ice Demon King was talking about S-rank monsters, right? Isn't that too strong for anything?

"Ha, that's an odd encounter. That's what I thought."

"Because I don't think the dimension itself is the same as the Rockworm masterpiece that Will said was about B + rank."

"Don't think I'm so hopeless that I dealt with about ten oak emperors at the same time. - Father, it wasn't. - Your Majesty, what do you mean?

King Andrew, who has been sidelined with questions by his beloved daughter, answers with a slight reluctance to say.

"Uh, something, I ate my buddy and powered him up. When I sealed it with the jewels of hell, it wasn't that far."

Plus there, Knights Commander Dylan pinches his mouth.

"And in the first place, S-rank is just a rating that brings together everything that doesn't fit below A-rank."

"Right. If you think twice the power of a difference in rank, you don't have to rank SSSS anymore."

"Haha, you want as much inflation as you want"

That's what Eileen says and makes me laugh, but I wasn't laughing at all behind those eyes.

She plucks the unpleasant sweat on her forehead with her clothes sleeves, but the sense of wandering despair cannot be plucked away.

Neither is Eileen, but everyone in this room is forced to laugh.

Because if you don't, your heart is going to break in despair.

What happens if we fall all over ourselves?

That's more obvious than seeing fire.

Everyone on this battlefield will be killed.

And then even the millions of other people who live in this country will have to be slaughtered tragically.

So even though you can never lose...

Eileen sees the now grotesque-looking ice demon god, who has grown many tentacles from his left half and melted his right half into a drool.

Eileen also challenged that one with the knights, waving her sword many times.

And he was done and sent many times.

Even if an occasional attack hits, it is best to inflict minor injuries, inhibited by a strong defense.

On the other hand, once, I was frightened when the counterattack came at me.

The slaughter by tentacles rolled out at an instant speed twisted and deflected himself with a surprising reflex nerve at that time, but there was no doubt that the chest would have been bashed and sunk into a sea of blood if it had been delayed even for a moment.

So... you can imagine being killed as much as you want.

I can't think of a single vision that can beat that.

The dragon (Ildora), which was the outline of a favor, is impossible to return to the front, although he retained his life in the miracle of Cyril.

But other than her flaming exhalation (Firebrace), I can't do more damage than that demon god's mighty defense and regenerative ability.

If so, then it's only a matter of time before it's your turn to be killed.

I want to let Satsuki and Cyril or so, who I brought in on my own selfishness, get away with it, but I don't even think the two of them will shake their heads vertically in places like Run.

Even they follow this far at their will in the first place, so it's selfish of them what they want to do with it.

(Will... sorry, I...)

There was now a figure of one young man floating behind Eileen's brain.

A beloved, child-friendly mentor for her (wizard).

(Hey Will... Was I wrong...? My path ends here, involving even Satsuki and Cyril...)

Swirling into Eileen's chest is guilt and loneliness that outweighs it many times.

Cutting and loving and in love.

Eileen is a little confused that what came to mind at the end was not feelings for people to protect as knights, but for loved ones as girls.

(Heh heh heh... I really am. But at least...... you should have at least meant it and said "I like it". Then Will, did you see me as a girl too...?

Such regret. And sadness.

I can't do it anymore. I can't do it.

If you think about it, you can't stop feeling...

(No... I don't like that... Will...!

Thoughts and tears abound, and Eileen looks up into the sky despite the midst of the battle.

─ ─ and then.

Flying under cloudy weather, I could see a great eagle.

The great eagle bears the blue sky visible beyond the dark clouds and flies towards the Irene's.

(What...?

Eileen felt like she'd seen that big eagle somewhere.

Things to associate are: Night Forest, Oak, Elves.

And...

A moment later, Irene, who came to think of it there, shouted its name in tears in her eyes with a sense of universe.