Legend

Time returns, when the troops led by Vihela are breaking through the central battle force and staring at the troops in the rear line.

The crusading army's main force was at the extreme of chaos.

"Stupid, why are you being pushed so far due to this difference in power!? That's more than four times what we got over there!

"Sure, numbers matter, but more important than that is quality! That's why we asked Lord Noise of Rank S and Lord Digma of Rank A to help us!

"Aren't those two losing to them lightly! No, as far as Lord Noise is concerned, there are reports coming up that Ning Lok gave up his win and left the scene!

"Even for Lord Digma, he ended up unilaterally defeated with nothing exchanged!

"It was a mistake to rely on us together for such uselessness!

"Your Highness, you will be disrespectful to His Majesty the Emperor's friend, Lord Noise!

"I can still argue later! Now we should probably discuss what to do from here!

"If we don't pursue our responsibilities properly, will we repeat the same thing again?

"I'm saying it's not the other way around now! They might break through the rear line like this!? As for where the responsibility lies, there's no point in saying anything here and now!

"Why don't we just get rid of the formation and pull out of here?

"The fool! Withdrawal here makes no sense! Sure, if you retreat, you won't have to worry about your highness or our lives, but then the intrusion is only temporary. We're pouring most of our power into this battle!

"So what do we do! Even if we keep fighting here, we can already see a loss. You're going to tell His Highness to kill you here!

Nearly thirty aristocrats in the main force each have a voice around them discussing what to do now.

Still, Schuls and Kabazid didn't pinch the words and have been watching the argument until now because those nobles weren't talking about what they were going to do to spare their lives.

Not all of them, of course, but the majority were still discussing how they could break the status quo.

"So, Brother Kabazid. What do you think we should do? Honestly, there aren't that many options to take."

Watching the nobles discuss, Schuls asks toward Kabazid sitting next to him.

As things stand, Schulz's possible options include challenging the showdown with knowledge of the loss to the Merclio army, surrendering to the Merclio army, temporarily withdrawing from this Plain of Brissa, sneaking out of the country to seek refuge in surrounding countries, and asking his father, the emperor, to take it away.

But for Schulz, the last two are rejected without question first. Asking the Emperor to take no more than we have caused civil strife ourselves is undoubtedly such a huge loss that it cannot be taken back because of the issue of the right to inherit the throne, and that would be the same as asking another country for asylum.

The showdown against the Merclio army is also dismissed as already unwinnable in this situation, beyond just draining troops in vain.

When that happens, all that remains is either surrender against the Merclio army or temporarily withdraw to set up an attitude.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned, I don't think there are so many options to choose from. Unless it's some sort of sudden situation over there, you can assume our loss is already decided. At least I can't think of a way to repeat this situation right now. If that's the case, I know I told you a while ago, but wouldn't it be nice to surrender to wait for time?

"Brother Kabazid!?

You didn't think that Kabazid would speak of the means of surrender, and Schuls reflexively screams strongly of the narrative as well.

Even to the nobles who were listening to the exchange between the two princes, I guess the word of Kabazid today was unexpected. He opens his eyes wide and turns his surprise gaze toward Kabazid.

"You know what I mean!? This has been a big fight. If you want to surrender against Merclio in such a situation, you can't possibly just do it! You know that, Brother Kabazid!

"Oh, I know. But as it is, the lives of the others will be lost. If that happens, don't you think the power of the Bestian Empire will be further down than it is now? Besides, I've told you before, just because you lose now doesn't mean you lose for the rest of your life. That's what we need to build up until the next battle, isn't it?

Schuls couldn't understand what the person in front of him was saying.

On the other hand, while saying that we should not fight any more because the national power within the Bestian Empire will be exhausted as it is, with the same mouth, this place will allow us to surrender once we have accumulated our power and then start fighting again.

It's true that you're saying you should surrender, but then you're saying the exact opposite with regard to it.

"Brother Kabazid, what the hell are you thinking? If we keep this up, we'll have the worst death penalty, even if we succeed, we'll have to strip the Emperor of his right to inherit the throne and even replace his right to inherit the throne with Merclio!?

I guess the absence of Frizione's name in Schulz's words represents its inner heart.

But without even realizing that in person, he turns a sharp gaze at Kabbazid.

"Can you not make me say it again and again? I said I know the area.... Well, if Schuls is going to spare his life, it's just fine. Let's do what I did on my own."

"... Brother Kabazid?

I've always been my own brother who thought I was inept, but I've never felt so bad about the person in front of me.

It's like we're talking about something else in human form, a feeling where the word makes sense but the will doesn't make sense at all.

Is it really your brother who separated himself from the blood in front of you? Though such an idea inadvertently passes the back of his brain, Kabazid opens his mouth to his men without worrying about such a shrugged appearance.

"What the hell is going on with the example thing?

"… Already, ready. And any messenger to set sail for the Empire."

"Right. Then let's at least end this fight like the 1st Prince"

That's what Kabazid told you, just then. As if I was gauging the timing, I can hear the stirring coming from around.

What kind of voice that is, and who is speaking out? You won't even have to think about that.

"Come on, Schuls. It's time for playtime."

"Play?... Play!? What are you talking about, brother!? This is a fight to determine our future, isn't it? Why are you playing with that..."

"You don't have to worry about it. Everything in this world is a dream event. But... yes, I would like to see Deep Red again if I could."

As soon as I tell you all that, I take my gaze off Schulz and speak to the nobles nearby.

"Well, then it's time to welcome a messenger who will bring us ruin. I don't know who's here, but still, I'm not a bit fond of sitting around waiting for death like this.... use it a little differently?

He was a cabazide leaning his neck against his own words, but the other nobles silence him without being able to say anything against such a cabazide.

Why did this happen?

We are powerful aristocrats in the Bestian Empire and capable enough… we should have been above average at least.

And yet, I wonder why we're being hunted down so far.

Prisoned by such thoughts, the nobles set themselves aside to welcome their impending enemies here, each taking action in such a way as those who follow after the Qabazid who have advanced their steps, those who remain on the spot, and those who flee if they do not want to be here again.

Still, the nobility that followed Kabazid exceeded 70% of the 1st prince sect for various reasons, I guess, that their loyalty was genuine.

"... Brother Kabazid, what the hell..."

It was a shrug, but Amare, who had refrained nearby, approached softly and opened his mouth in his ear.

"Lord Schulss, what will you do? As far as His Highness Kabazid is concerned, it seems like he's trying to put this matter away with his own life. Your Highness Schulz's life will be safe if you stay here..."

"... I know. Even though we lost together, I pushed only Brother Kabazid to blame for the defeat, and I'm hiding behind it myself. There's no way a man who imitates like that has a next. Let's go."

"Are you sure? If you stand on the arrow with His Highness Kabazid like this, your life is in danger."

The words that came out of Amare's mouth were the usual calm ones, but at the same time there was definitely a colour that guided Schuls.

If you don't stay on the table like this, you will certainly lose your authority as a second prince.

Still, life is the only thing that helps.

As a childhood acquaintance I've spent with since I was a little girl, Amare didn't want Schuls to die.

But...... ironically, that one word out of Amare's mouth cements Schulz's determination.

"... let's go. You can't just leave Brother Kabazid to the end of it all. Come with me only those who may die, but that's okay. Otherwise, whoever spares his life, leave this place now!

Those who were called the Second Prince move into Schulus's narrative, which was gradually becoming stronger as he spoke.

Most of all, there were considerably fewer people who behaved with Schuls compared to Kabazid.

This was the result of the influence of the fact that the 2nd Crown had originally accepted many of those who had not been admitted to the 1st Crown.

Still, while Schuls himself is a little surprised that he chose the option of acting with Schuls for about half of the time, he still laughs and follows Kabazid.

"... Amare, you don't have to come with me"

While walking, it was Schuls speaking to Amare next to him, but the person he was called returns the words without changing his expression in particular, as usual.

"I am His Royal Highness's deputy. Let me go with you everywhere."

"You're an idiot, I can't believe you're following this suicide"

"Yes, but the Lord is a fool, so I was wondering if I could help."

"Come on, it's gotta be"

The nobles, who laughed at each other and decided to follow with Schulus when they heard it, also proceeded to those with Kabazid with a grin.

Less than a few minutes later as it was, he caught up with Kabbazid where he was standing.

Kabazid opens his mouth unexpectedly to his brother, who is lined up next to him.

"Oh, you're here? I thought Schultz was gonna leave it to me."

"I'm afraid I'm proud to be the second prince, too. Besides, isn't it decided to die?

"... Well, you are. But it's true you're overwhelmingly likely to be there, isn't it? If you have hope for the future like Schulz, I think you should survive."

Schulss's eyebrows are slightly flaunted by the words of Kabazid, who tells him that he may be dying from now on, without any appearance of feeling it.

That's because it seemed as if I was saying I could die.

"Brother Kabazid, can I ask you one thing?

"What? It could be the last time, so you can ask me whatever you want. Well, I don't know if I can answer that."

"Brother Kabazid, you don't seem scared of dying at all. Of course, it's beyond the question of being a prince of this Bestian Empire to be frightened of death, but that's just not on the table. I mean, the inside is different. But... Brother Kabazid doesn't seem to be afraid of death at all that matters. Why?"

Kabazid looks up into the sky silently at the appearance of Schuls, who asks with a serious look on his face.

Already temperatures were not strange enough whenever it snowed, and the cold, clear air had created a beautiful blue sky.

Everywhere...... clear blue sky everywhere.

Blue skies that go on everywhere like that, as if they were looking up at the sky in the middle of summer, without even the problem of temperature.

Beautiful.

If you look at the blue sky today, nature and those words will come to everyone's mind.

Fall weather, with winter temperatures but summer blue skies.

He tries to open his mouth to Kabazid, who was looking up at such a blue sky, that Schuls can no longer endure silence... but Kabazid turns his gaze forward before Schuls says something.

"Unfortunately, you're out of time. Here comes our little sister."

At the end of Kabazid's gaze, Vihela shows up with Gurghast, Tiyur, and the soldiers.