Sevens

- In the coalition forces that attacked Central, morale was starting to drop in front of the enemies that would come forward, whether defeated or defeated.

Day after day, they are fighting the Bansheim side with no sign of ever waning, with tens of thousands of casualties. The soldiers were experiencing mental anxiety before their physical strength.

Initially, it was expected to be two hundred thousand - the numbers each army had voluntarily anticipated were easily exceeded. That's what nearly 200,000 enemy soldiers came out of Central in a matter of days. coalition that defeated it.

But I can't be happy to wait.

A short time before the meeting was held at the manoeuvre fortress. Representatives of various countries had their own discussions in order to conduct an exchange of views.

Carthafus putting the north together.

Fanbaille putting the West together.

Jumpea putting the south together.

Each had a discussion on the premise of how to reduce their own damage.

Even Lyell's army in the eastern centre was beginning to crack opinions.

To cool off the heat of the meeting, Ludmila, who went outside, confirmed that Valkyrie, who was introducing him around as an escort, was also following him, looking up at the night sky.

"Well, this guy always runs away in just a few days. What does the Alliance Master think?

Ludmila laughed a little at Valkyrie. Valkyrie, in a pale tone.

"I thought it was as planned. We expect the coalition will collapse if we escape here."

Then Ludmila put her arms together. It is woven with a fur coat, and its standing is really the same. The red-purple hair covered one eye.

"Well, do you anticipate, or what? But what's the response?

Valkyrie leaned down once, and looked up, rather than saying she thought a little.

"... if the coalition collapses, we will storm Central as it is"

Ludmila asked for Valkyrie's opinion.

"Are you glad you told me?

"It's not good to know. But conditions are already in place, such as victory on the battlefield. Your husband's purpose will be achieved even if the Union breaks down."

Ludmila whines small.

"Purpose, huh? Well, I guess so."

Ludmila also gets some information from Lyell. But it carries a great power called Carthafus. The information Lyell presented was restricted, and I took that for granted.

I can just predict.

(I even brought it into a state where I could always challenge a battle. After that, you're going to show us the reality, or you're going to shred your power. Well, that's more like it, my husband deserves it)

Ludmila, smiling.

"Lord of the Alliance - Lyell will surely be hell if he dies. If something like that existed, I'd be talking about it."

Verkily bows.

"The person is ready. Don't worry about it."

Ludmila laughs.

"Don't say that. Stand on top of people. I have trouble getting weak hips in hell or so. Well, if it's not evil, it's necessary evil. I respect that. I have some complaints about my position as a shrink."

When Ludmila said that, she looked up into the sky again. My skin with heat felt good when it was chilled in the outside air -.

From among the manoeuvring fortresses, it was after seven days to see the battlefield.

One report after another came to me. Through Monica, reports of damage from each army, and a request for rescue.

"Chicken bastard, Fanbaille has lowered some troops. The damage seems beyond imagination. We have a reinforcement request coming in."

Grabbing the treasure balls and figuring out everything on the battlefield, the western armies were certainly taking turns for troops. Fanbaille's army to be collapsed, as they poke through that gap.

"... I'll leave the reinforcements to Miranda. Tell them to take Gracia and Eliza."

Monica gives me an opinion.

"Aria's ready, too."

But I'll raise my left hand.

"Aria is too serious. Even if you push it back, there is a good chance that you will seriously help make this one more damaging. Miranda's in charge."

Monica wouldn't eat down on my words, she was giving instructions right away. Due to the magical shooting, we hear explosions all around us and it's pretty May.

Vera's been looking at me, telling me.

"Are you sure? I'm on your side to help us."

I shook my head to the side.

"This coalition is not like that. We have an enemy named Bansaim, so it's like a bunch of people together. Every one of them knows by the time they get here that they don't have a solid foundation. If only my damage were so great, there would always be forces out there targeting fishermen's interests. Besides, Fanbaille just reclaims the territory he has lost in the past even if he wins this battle. You're likely to have bad ambitions."

We work together because we have an enemy around us called Bansaim - Celes, not allies, etc.

How helpful would an ally have been. You don't have to bother to use Celeste to fight a crushing battle.

"Can't we just show our strength here so we don't get ambitious after the war?

Vera's words are good. Watching your allies die in front of you, looking at me suspiciously telling you to wear them out. Even if my head knows, I think it's human to shake if people die in front of me.

Yes, I want to think.

"If you show strength, there is also the possibility of being extra vigilant and arming yourself. Well, let's all wear them out friendly, that's my operation. It's just that if you're in the opposite position, I'll attack you, too. Well, it's better than entering a crowded warring age after the war."

If we defeat Ceres, the surrounding countries attacked us, then we won't talk.

Besides, it's important to slap the enemy, but not the ally. At any rate, this battle will determine the future of the continent. No, it's almost certain, but there are forces in trouble when it's decided. From the ambitious people, it's just me and the others in the way.

Monica called me.

"Chicken bastard, the Miranda squad is out. Will you let the Fanbailles know you sent reinforcements?

Think about it for a second.

"If I get in touch too quickly, they might say I'm late later. Slow down a little."

Copy that, sir.

Vera was worried when I heard Monica and I had a conversation. I'm still relieved to see that. It's an act of thinking for the future, but because even if you get hit with pleasure, you learn to catch on to your heart.

- Miranda was leading the forces of Gracia and Eliza to the rescue of Fambaille.

It would be a force led by some country on the western side rather than by the kingdom of Fambaille. Miranda, with Valkyrie positioned on both sides, checked the surrounding conditions as she rushed to the rescue.

The number of troops in retreat was less than 10,000.

"The small forces have done a lot of damage. Well, it's a hassle later if you're too openly late, and it's time to go"

I could have rushed faster if I hurried, but I didn't dare. Aria was about to go out for rescue, but Miranda had a good grasp of Lyell's thoughts with her nomination.

(These things, they're not for Aria, are they?)

The simplicity stands out Aria, but if you try Miranda, she thinks it's also Aria's charm.

(Well, less like me is easier to do)

Then Gracia approached Miranda.

"On the Fanbaille side, the formation has collapsed and it has been cut from there. We're going to storm first and push back our enemies?

Gracia and Eliza's breakthroughs were broken when considered on a military scale. But Miranda dismisses the opinion.

"I need you two to focus on your command. Because I refrain from doing important work, and even if I get hurt, I'm in trouble."

Then Eliza, approaching to check the situation, distorted her expression.

"No problem to this extent?

Miranda turns her smile to Eliza. And he began to intimidate me silently. When Eliza turned a blind eye, Gracia didn't say anything either.

As the two returned to their units, Miranda saw the battlefield.

"... I'm sorry, but I need you to do more damage for Lyell."

Miranda apologized to the soldiers who were dying to whine...

- Royal Palace bedroom.

There, Ceres was lying down in her sleeping clothes. I'm waiting for my mother, Claire, to give me a knee pillow and report back to me.

When the door is knocked, Meisel, who was in front of the door, responds.

"Get in."

"Excuse me, sir."

As the knight of the decree entered the room, he stretched his spine.

"Even if it damages our army, the army of the subjects of the kingdom of Fambaille, all the troops stormed by the arrival of reinforcements are destroyed. Even today, we couldn't make a big difference!

Meisel with a bitter look, but sleepy Ceres looks at the knight of the decree as he lifts his face from his mother's lap.

"Yes. Thank you, Master, you can step back. Tomorrow we'll go for Carthaphs or Jumpea."

"Ha!"

As the knight left the room, Meisel opened her mouth.

"Those are impudent people. I didn't know you couldn't accomplish a lot."

But Ceres was smiling as she put her head on her mother's lap again.

"You can have as much as you want, it's okay, Father. Besides, wouldn't it be harder for an endless, invisible enemy to keep winning? Maybe you don't think there's any more Central troops. But come out next... uhhhh"

Myzel smiled at Ceres, who looked like she was having fun.

"Right, Ceres. I'm sure the enemy will have a breakdown of morale ahead of him in an endless battle. Then all you have to do is chase around the collapsed bandits"

Ceres laughed.

"Then why don't we just keep attacking? My army needs food and sleep. Well, suppose you have a weakness, is that my sleep time?

Celes, laughing, imagined the Allied rushing face. Pursue them, and mass-produce soldiers around in other countries as they go.

Celes rejoiced when he swung death all over the continent...

Night.

I was talking to Nowem, resting Miranda's troops back.

On the roof of the manoeuvre fortress, I'll check with Nowem.

"Celeste's Skill - No, is Agrissa's crafted skill the resurrection of the dead?

Nowem looks at the walls of Central without looking at me.

"No, resuscitation of the dead is not possible with skills. Plus, there are limitations to creating skills, so that's not what I'm talking about. It's like reproducing the memories of those who once lived the dead in a medium. … it's like a failure."

Looking in the same direction as Nowem, I think about Celes' skills.

"Then it doesn't matter how many enemies you defeat, does it? Central has a population of over a million. There are fewer marches and what they are, but at least that's about it. Damn, you did it."

Then Nowem looked at me. He had a more tired look than usual.

"Dear Serres, there is not one skill. It's a skill that exerts as much power as I do, so there should be quite a load of it. Besides, the original Celeste-like skills should be barely usable to the limits of their abilities. You don't know how many skills you have."

When I fought Ceres.

Probably already used some skills. Sometimes it would just be simple ability, but sometimes it just couldn't be cleaned up.

Ceres, who was so strong, couldn't avoid Shannon's thrown snowballs. I rely on my skills, didn't I happen to have a hole there? That's what I think.

"I took all my original abilities and then sealed my memories. So I crushed my skills. That's enough. They won't take it any more."

One nasty skill is already crushed.

And there's only a monotonous attack coming, Ceres.

Surprisingly, the limit may be close.

Nowem looked at me worried.

"... you'll be waiting."

"I guess so. For him, this fight is a game. If you're serious, you're still struggling."

It is my most feared behavior that Ceres strikes out. If you destroy every talented person, your plan will collapse.

I don't do that - no, I decided that I couldn't do it because Ceres has a load of skills more than I imagined. Maybe I'm waiting to calculate that too.

"Dear Ryer, Allied morale seems to be near its limit as well. It's probably just a matter of time before it breaks down."

"Right. I hate fighting like this, even though I'm winning. Well, I don't really like war per se. You should still be dealing with demons."

Then, just a little. Just a little bit, Nowem seemed happy.

"Right. There's got to be more to do than fight."

I looked up into the night sky.

"... if I hadn't met Ceres in Central as it was, would I have continued to be an adventurer?

Nowem asked me.

"Sooner or later, you must have heard Master Ceres' place of business. Sooner or later, we would have launched an offensive all over the continent, so maybe it was just a matter of time."

Running away, I'm sure you didn't have to go through all the hard work. Every cabin was burned after Grandpa Zell died by Ceres, and Mr. Rondo - the fellow adventurers he knew - also lost.

I laugh small.

"What's wrong?

"No... it was more heartfelt that a few people I knew were killed than that many people I didn't know were massacred. Am I crazy? Well, you must be crazy."

Then Nowem shook his head sideways.

"No, that's not true."

I took a deep breath. And look back to go back indoors.

"Tomorrow I'll bring everyone in. When you're ready, we'll settle the operation."

That's all I said, Nowem bowed down and followed my words.

"Yes, as Lord Lyell commanded."