"No puppets for mages either.

　It's still too early to determine whether a puppet called a dead person can't use magic, but at the very least, if it's just replenishing its magic power from food, it shouldn't have enough magic power to exercise magic on this scale. In that regard, in light of Phiel's words that Ars was bleeding and using magic, we can completely rule out the possibility that Ars is a puppet.

　The distant breathing of the soldiers and the sound of magic explosions.
　While I was pondering on the battlefield, I noticed that my surroundings had become much quieter than before. A space had formed around me, and the Rain soldiers were beginning to avoid targeting me. But as if to replace that, a strong, sharp killing intent approached me.

"Finally, you're here.

You sound like you've been waiting for me. You're suicidal, aren't you?

　A big spearman on a horse.
　The armor he wears is finely decorated, and his demeanor is dignified enough that you can tell at a glance that he is a superior in the Rain Kingdom.

You must be Broane. You're younger than I thought you'd be.

　As a general, I imagined him to be older, but he actually looks to be around thirty. I can see that you have confidence in your abilities because you've come to the front lines like this.

I've been taken for a fool by a kid like you.

　I'm talking to you face to face like this, but when I think that this is only made possible by the fact that there are people nearby who know Broane, I feel a little let down.
　Many of the people around me were looking at me while moving their hands, and I couldn't tell who the key players were. In the case of a general, it is even possible that everyone is a key player.

"How many times have you died?　Do you understand who made you?

"---- You're not making any sense. I don't have time to listen to your nonsense. I'll take your head off.

　Broane spun the spear above his head at high speed, and repositioned it with the tip pointing at me.
　I don't know if the magic formula for memory reading is limited, or if it's not in the knowledge of Broane's key players on this battlefield. However, he does not seem to be lying, and I am sure that he does not understand his own existence.

　Broane swung his huge spear, which could have cut off a horse's head, at my neck with almost the speed of Neyer's blow.

　Do I stop the tip of the blade?
　Or is it better to destroy it immediately?
　In this brief moment, all options flashed through my mind.
　I chose to jump into the spear's bosom and blow off its arm, thinking it best to take advantage of the attention it was attracting.

　I kicked up the earth and put my fist on Broane's upper right arm, and the arm instantly transformed into a piece of meat.

He kicked the earth and hit Broane's upper right arm with his fist.

　Broane held one of his blown-off arms, his nostrils flaring and breathing hard on his horse, but he made no sound.
　There is no blood in the shattered lump of flesh, and the dismembered pieces of flesh wriggle up Broane's horse's leg and are absorbed by his own leg.
　It is understandable that the morale of Cassandra's soldiers would be lowered if they had just defeated a man with a sword as strong as Neya's, and then had him resurrected again. They must have defeated him with a great deal of damage.

　There was no time like the present to raise morale, so I raised my voice.

"This Broane is not an immortal. She's just a doll made by magic. I'm going to destroy it now, so watch carefully.

　Many people, friend and foe alike, are paying attention to me and Broane.
　I grabbed Broane's legs, pulled her off her horse, and unleashed a powerful blow to her upper body in an attempt to end the fight before it resumed in earnest.

　Her upper body shattered with an impact that caused the earth to cave in.
　In the same way, the lower half of his body transformed into a silvery liquid, leaving only his clothes and armor behind.

This time, ...... the sphenoid bone is the core?

　The butterfly-shaped bone with the magic formula written on it shattered into several pieces and remained on the ground.
　But it soon lost its magic power and the magic formula disappeared.
　The battlefield, which earlier seemed to have only grown quieter, lost so much sound that you would think it had become silent.

　As far as the eye could see, the soldiers had stopped and were staring at us.
　Rain and Cassandra soldiers alike watched the events unfold and were stunned by the outcome.

　However, that balance was soon shattered.

"Ohhhh!　You took out that Broane!

　I don't know who said it.
　But the voice gave the Cassandra soldiers momentum, and the Rain soldiers responded with dismay at the fact that the general was just a puppet, and that the puppet had been defeated.
　The Rain soldiers were completely demoralized, and many of them started to run away, and the other knights who seemed to be puppets ended up running away as well.



　　　　　　　I don't know.

I'm not sure what to say. I'm impressed, but I've also realized how inexperienced I am," he said, looking at his clenched fist. You can do so much with just one body and no weapons," she said, turning her sparkling eyes to me.

　In the tent prepared for the four of us, Neya was alone and excited.
　I felt like I was going down the wrong path, but I decided not to reply.

　My body is not only a product of my training, but also a product of the efficient circulation of magic power throughout my body, giving me a power that is outstanding even among the Sai clan. This is only possible because I was a wizard, and it is a path that Neya, who hates wizards, cannot take even if she wanted to.

　Outside the tent, the soldiers returning from the battlefield were talking about who the hero who defeated Broane was, and the search for the hero was still going on, making a lot of noise.

I told them to go get Broane's head, but I guess I wasn't clear enough that they would take such a conspicuous step.

　Celestia exhaled lightly as she sipped the tea Phiel had made for her.

"I suppose it can't be helped. It's no wonder. The doll was more effective with her bare hands than with her sword.

"That's not the point. I heard you raised your voice to make yourself more conspicuous when you defeated Broane.

That was just something they decided they had to do to boost the morale of Cassandra's soldiers. ......

　Celestia placed the empty cup on a makeshift table made from an upturned wooden barrel and crowded me in front of her.

I'm not sure what to make of that. We're stuck here because we've gone too far. You can't be a hero to Cassandra. Don't you think so, Feeling? He suddenly turned around and asked Feeling.



　Fiehl nodded his head slightly and said, "Well, it seems that Mr. Walth has a tendency to do everything he can without thinking about the consequences. The Cassandra soldiers were so excited that some of them even claimed that a demon god had appeared. But I think that's one of the good things about Mr. Walth," she replied with a smile.

　Seretia's cheeks twitched at his reply.

In the religion of Chlorina, being a demon god would make us pagans. I'm not sure if you've ever heard of this, but I'm sure you've heard of it.

"...... Walth, your cheeks are loose.

"...... They're not loose. I'm not sure what's wrong with your cheeks, but they look a little red to me.

　Celestia puffed up her cheeks and blushed in frustration.

In the event that you have any questions concerning where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that. And then her gaze intersects with Neya's.

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's worth it.

"Well done, Walth, for what it's worth.

　Is this some kind of ritual?
　I feel like this has happened before, but I can't ...... remember.
　And I'm wondering why Neyer seems so satisfied.

"By the way, did the alliance deal go well?

"Well, it went off without a hitch. There's no time limit, just a one-time offer of help.

One time only. ...... That's an unusual deal.

You can't blame them, since we've decided to lend you our power only once," Celestia said. But the expression on her face is not as happy as her words.

However, I've decided to have the word of our alliance spread far and wide. This will help spread the name of Euresia and act as a deterrent.

"I see.

　A very weak country like the Kingdom of Euresia is insignificant in the eyes of ordinary countries.
　They don't have any land to invade, so there's no point in trying.
　In fact, it's hard to imagine a war, and we don't know to what extent the Kingdom of Cassandra will help us. If that is the case, it would be more correct to think that they used it for publicity and deterrence rather than for military power itself.

　If the Kingdom of Kahlitz learns that we and Fiehl are there, we don't know what they will do to us. They may try to put pressure on neighboring countries, even if they cannot do so directly. However, for the Kingdom of Kahlitz, the Kingdom of Cassandra is a good trading partner, so they may not be able to bypass the Kingdom of Eurecia. The same is true for the neighboring countries.

You did well.

"Of course you did.

　Seretia looks more satisfied than ever.
　But then I realized that I hadn't seen the face of the man who had taken care of me.

What happened to Tomas, anyway?

　At my question, the three of them looked at each other, and all of them made an expression of ignorance.
　Then, as if he had been right there, Mouradji peeked out from behind the tent.

He said, "Oh, that merchant who brought you here, he said to tell you to give him my regards.

　I took this to mean that he chose to leave first rather than get into trouble with us for not coming back.
　I took that to mean that he chose to leave first rather than get into trouble with us for not coming back.
　The only thing I regret is that we had to abandon our journey to the town to hire an escort.

How long have you been there at ----?

"By accident. Anyway, have you decided where you're going next?

No, I haven't decided yet.

　Mouradji seemed unusually pleased with my answer.
　He pulled out a folded piece of paper from his chest and handed it to Neya.

I don't know if it has anything to do with paganism, but there's a part of Cassandra where the power of the church is weakening. I don't know if it's related to paganism, but there's an area in Cassandra where the power of the church is weakening.

"That would be great.

　Celestia nodded her head in agreement.

In the event that you're not sure what to do, you'll be able to ask for help.

We'll see how long it takes for the soldiers to settle down. If we go out there now, some of them might remember my face.

　As if to deny what I said, Muraji shook his head and poked his head out of the tent to see what was going on.

I think we'll be okay then. Most of them are already gone.

　Indeed, the noise that had been there earlier had died down and now it was completely silent.

What do you mean?　What do you mean? I thought it was going to be a while before it stopped.

"So, I just told you that a merchant named Tomas said hello. When I told that merchant about you guys, he was so excited that he was going to go around telling everyone that he was the one who brought the hero here. He was so excited that he was going to clear out his inventory of bracelets and stuff in honor of the hero.

　I'm a little ashamed of myself for thinking that he was the first to leave. But more than that, I couldn't help but smile at the merchant's spirit that was on display.

"Mouradji, I'm sorry, but could you escort Tomas to the nearest town?

I don't mind that much. There is a carriage outside prepared by Commander Brassand. He wants to thank you for exceeding his expectations.

I'm sorry for everything.

　Mouradji looked puzzled for a moment, then slapped me once hard on the back.

I'm the one who should be thanking you. I really appreciate your help. The paganism thing is also about Cassandra, please take care of it.

"Yeah, I'll take care of it.

　I shook Muraji's hand firmly and left the battlefield.