A silver wind blew across the battlefield.

　The long sword was swung with great speed, and in the blink of an eye, flesh and blood was splattered from the tip of the blade. Beautiful. It was a feat of such beauty that you couldn't help but admire it.

　In the midst of a battlefield melee, few knights, no matter how well-trained, can perform as they normally do. This primitive hell of crushing and dispersing blood, flesh, and bone would bring men and elves back to the wild days of old.

　But not her. She, Kalia, who wields a silver weapon and lays a mountain of corpses on the battlefield.

　Even in this hell, her skill has not diminished. Without wavering or crumbling, her sword traced out the best solution to slay her enemies.

　Beautiful. Everyone seemed to be gazing at it. The flash was no longer human. Even as he leapt through the flesh of the enemy, his cutting edge grew more precise, not less.

　--There was a strange fascination in this hell called the battlefield.

　Everyone puts his weapon in his hand and loses his life in a primitive struggle.

　The tip of the spear ripped through the wind with a roar, ready to cut out Caria's heart.

　The dark joy of bouncing off the murderous intent with a silver weapon, cracking the skull of the enemy clinging to the weapon, and transforming it into a mere lump of flesh.

　This place was truly a crucible of emotions. The emotions that we suppressed every day, we all scream out as actors in the theater called battle.

　Kalia is no different. She could feel her own emotions being expressed here. Every time the sword drew a flash of emotion, it became clearer.

　--If I had to wish, I would have been a more selfish woman.

　She bit her teeth as she felt the skull of an enemy soldier being crushed in her hand.

　If I could, I would have clung to that man's feet and told him I would never leave him, no matter what he said. I was a selfish woman, who had annoyed him to no end and still wanted to take his hand. I wanted to be such a selfish woman.

　With her body covered in a make-up of fresh blood, Kalia stepped out in a red dress. As if ripping through an overwhelmingly large group of enemies.

　Her silver eyes narrowed and her throat rasped with a savage cry. The long sword, smeared with blood and grease, is readied again.

　A selfish woman. Her cheeks crumpled, and Caria almost mocked herself.

　Speak foolishly. Know your place. What's a woman like me doing clinging to you? Oh, what a disgrace! I should break down, get down on my knees and beg him. Don't go, stay with me.

　--How much easier it would have been if she could have played that role.

　The long sword in her hand continues to scream on behalf of the distorted emotions that are still biting at Kalia's heart and refusing to leave.

　Ironically, the brilliance of the sword at this moment is so great that Karia is aware of it. Powerful but not rough, delicate but not impotent. Kalia's legs have taken another step forward in the battlefield.

　I understand. I know, I know.

　I'm sure if I turn around now, he won't be there anymore. That's who Lugis is. He's the kind of person who doesn't like to stand still. Then what am I fighting for now? It's obvious. There's no other answer.

　Even if there's no Lugis behind my back. Even if I'm just a fool who can't do anything but act tough.

　--He said he was asking for it. To me, no one else.

　Then it's the only thing I can do to make sure he gets what he asked for. I don't know if he trusts me or not. But I'll trust him. I'm sure he'll allow me to do that, even if I'm not very pretty.

　For once, Kalia envied Fialaat to the point of disgust. She must be able to cling to Lugis without any outward appearance. And Lugis would not be deterred by that.

　But what if it's you? Would she look at me as if she were looking at something creepy? Would I be reprimanded for my foolishness? I can't help but feel gloomy in my imagination.

　Sometimes Kalia couldn't help but feel that Lugis was looking through her at something else. His eyes seemed to be looking at me, but they were not. It was a pity, and I felt annoyed.

　And I knew exactly what those eyes wanted from me.

　It was me, stout, proud, sharp. Unbending, unbreakable, fearless, strong.

　It's not the weak me that cries and crumbles and clings.

　The silver gleams. The long sword roared as it was wielded, the wind whistling as it spoke words of sorrow. The blood, flesh, and bones of enemy soldiers pile up around Kalia.

　It is now the center of the battlefield. No one, friend or foe, can take their eyes off it. Every time Kalia swung her sword, the battlefield groaned, and every time her leg moved forward, the battlefield moved with it.



　He must be the master of the battlefield.

　But its victory or defeat is still in the hands of fate. No matter how much of a hero Caria is, an army of more than several times his size will not fall so easily.

　Rather, his eyes glittered with the thought that if only he could remove Caria's head from his body, victory would roll into his hands.

　It's not enough. Something decisive, something that will crush everything. The decisive blow has yet to be struck.

　And so the decisive blow came roaring out of the sky.

　--Geeeaaaaah!

　With a sound that could have been a scream or the roar of the world, the giant appeared. It trampled the soldiers, laying waste to them, turning the battlefield into an even greater hell.

　His large vermilion eyes were filled with frenzy, and his massive frame was filled with endless tears and fury. There is only one reason why he went to this place, the most concentrated place of elves and people in Gazalia.

　Hurry, hurry, hurry to get it into my mouth. It is howling to quench my thirst with its luscious, rich taste that I will never forget once I taste it. Your instincts are screaming, your desires are following you.

　Her body was no longer like that of a great ape.

　The hairs on its body were standing on end, and its limbs were as strong as if they were woven with iron thread. The large mouth on its belly, which had been hidden at first, was now snapping its fangs as if it had a will of its own.

　His appearance is no longer that of an ape, with his hands and feet planted on the ground, but now his two legs are crushing the earth, and his two strong arms are ready to catch his prey.

　Elves and men alike have intuition when they see him. He is much bigger than he is. And the strength that easily crushed the few brave men who stood up to him in his hands.

　This is no longer an opponent you can face. It was no longer a being that could be resisted.

　In the midst of all this, Kalia gulped down her spit and stared at the threat that had come before her as if it were just another person.

　Well, this is a demon. It's definitely a demon. A being that should have been a mere demon beast is now, through some factor or other, shedding its beastly skin and reigning as a pure demon.

　Demonization, as the wise men called it. That could be the reason for this wild frenzy.

　His arms were pierced with arrows, but the eerie smoke coming from his body was slowly healing the wounds. It was called the miasma, or the evaporation of magic.

　The sight was familiar to Kalia. Yes, yes. That's what he said he used to heal monsters.

　His silver eyes flickered with a dark light.

"Hey, Oozaru, how dare you come out at a time like this!

　Your voice is trembling. There's no one left to listen to that voice.

　The battlefield was engulfed in a whirlpool of madness. The battlefield was consumed by a whirlpool of madness. An overwhelming foreign creature appeared on the battlefield where lives were torn apart with ease and fear was chewed up in a frenzy. The hexenbiest naturally trampled and tortured everything, friend and foe alike. Until everything is as it should be. This is no longer a battlefield. There was only the stage for the slaughter.

　In the midst of all this, Kalia was still alone, muttering in a somewhat stunned manner.

"It reminds me of something I don't like, oh, it reminds me of something I don't like -- yes, he wasn't there that time either!

　That's right. That day, when we first met in the forest. Even though I told him to watch, I slaughtered a boar-shaped magical beast and turned around and he wasn't there.

　That was the last thing I wanted to remember. I didn't even want to think about it. The silver long sword was pointed at the demon itself.

"This is an act of vengeance. Hey, you. You can't take it out on me if it hurts.

　Elves, men. No elf, no man, no one can resist this presence," Caria said to him alone, with a fierce emotion. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.