Felinella was happy to talk about being reckless and being able to be reckless.
　But suddenly the hand used to carry the tea went down without effort. It was unusual for her to show a sliver of fading, Ars thought.
　The behavior of a ladylike woman is so refined that it should not be possible to detect her cleverly concealed concerns on the level of Ars.

　However, it may be a looseness that is only shown in front of Ars.

　In any case, Ars knew the battlefield where she had been reckless, and the general considerations were in place. Ars touches the core of Felinella's anxiety.

'I've heard rumours of Brigadier Teresa, too.
"--!　That's it!　 You don't think of your friends as your friends, and you don't even move an eyebrow when they kill you in front of you......

　Felinella recalls the flashback to the battlefield, stunned. She speaks with the momentum of momentum without thinking deeply about the indignation that rises up in an instant.
　She weakens her speech in her buttocks.

She couldn't help but ask, "Is that ... is that ... a battle between humans? Felinella's struggle was to accept reality, and she wanted a conclusion to tell her apart from the desire to reject it because she understood her own immaturity.

　A clash with the Hydrangee army was inevitable, but the other mage didn't know everything. They didn't know what they were part of, and they were simply following the orders of Orneus, who had switched places with their superiors.
　Unlike the outside world, the extremely harsh battlefield produced nothing but futile misery. The stench of blood and the residue of magic power scattered without a care in the world mixed together to make it difficult to even remember where you are standing.

　No matter how much you worry about it, you won't get an answer. But if you distinguish yourself from such things from the beginning, you should be able to settle down somewhat better.

　It's as if it's different from fighting demons, and Teresa's way of fighting is probably a tactic for the sake of her country and to fulfill the wishes of her loyal subordinates. Ars felt as if he heard the bitterness of Felinella's poisonous words.

　It was because Ars, who had been dealing with humans as a backstage job, that Felinella wanted to ask the question. She didn't want him to realize her intentions if possible, but she had a feeling that she could overcome her distress if he said he did.
　It was she who was wrong, and it was the world now that was right.

　You can't accomplish anything at a critical time if you're always idealistic. So, as if to confirm this, Ferrinella looked straight into Ars's eyes.
　The upcoming association-led investigation of the outside world. How should Felinella, who has been entrusted with a position of responsibility in that test operation, what should she do and how can she escape from this heavy responsibility?
　She didn't know if her real role was to kill her mind and give orders to tell her subordinates to die, just like Teresa did.

　As long as the other party was an enemy, whether it was a demon or a human, the instructions given by the top would not change.

　Felinella's anxiety, and where it was rooted, still seemed to be in the upcoming investigation of the outside world. Across from her, Ars drops his gaze a bit. The reason he couldn't look straight back at her was because he didn't have an answer.
　He hadn't been successful at anything that he could advise. A unit is always the biggest and most eternal challenge of all.

　No matter if you're a commander of a hundred battles, you'll always have anguish similar to Ferrinella's. The same can be said for Ars. That's why Ars has always faced the place called the outside world alone.

　In a cruel way, the one who dies will die. Not only in the outside world, but also in the outside world, there is only a degree of difference between fast and slow. But this is one measure that is likened to the rare example of Ars, and it's not even common.

'I can't solve Felli's problems. I'm sorry.
No.

　Ars looks down and smiles as best he can, "I heard some strange things too," he smiles at Felinella, who smiles as best she can, "I heard some strange things too," he says, and then closes his eyes a little after a distant look at Felinella.
　I'm sure the order was reversed. She's definitely a gem capable of leading a large number of mages. So first of all, she must gain experience in the outside world. That's how she would wear out her spirit and one day she would realize - she would realize.

　That's the kind of commanders Ars knows. The same is true for Ars, as well as heaps of failures and piles of corpses, and continues to apologize to the pile of corpses for the next and the next time. That's the way it is. The current excellent commanders are the ones who crawled up from the pile of corpses that have been created in this way.

　It's only customary, and maybe that's not common either. It's just that it's a strong trend.

　Putting down his tea, Ars stood up slowly. It probably didn't matter what time it was already. As he walked around across the table, Ars settled down next to Felinella.
　Across from her, she might be able to read her own face, her expression. Such premonitory concerns made Ars do so.

　Ferinella, who shifted her hips slightly, put Ars's face, which can only be read on one side, out of the corner of her eye as she peeked out with a sideways glance.

'Feri, I might be irresponsible. I'm the clumsy one, so you don't have to take me seriously.
Yes.

　Arus leans forward and brings back memories he doesn't want to remember - memories that were a warning. It felt necessary now.

'When I was in the old unit. I lost a lot of men. It's not an unusual story, but at least they looked out for me, ate and slept in the same room with me. Some people said we were an elite unit, because we completed 100% of our missions. I later found out that it was a squad that had been assembled for me. I don't know why it's so lively with the squad.

　Ars raises his cheeks in a funny way and shows a slightly dry smile to the couch across from him, which is empty.

'So I was desperate to function for my troops, too. I didn't complain about coordination or orders, I did as I was told. They were a noisy, depressing bunch but I guess it was fun to think about it this way.

　Memories of a bygone era told beside her. Felinella remembered the story. It was because she had heard them too. It was in the special magic offensive unit where her father, Viziest, led the unit. And Ferinella's expression darkens as she anticipates the conclusions that should be reached soon.

　Just by listening to it, it seemed to supplement what Ars was thinking and feeling at the time. He spits out, knowing that a little embellishment of the tragic ending won't change anything.

'I knew it was the right thing to do, too. But doing the right thing doesn't mean you can't protect someone else. That right thing was just the right thing to do in the military. So I failed.

　She almost choked, but Ferrinella had no way to stop the words she had drawn out now. The failure was that the troops at the time had been nearly wiped out.
　With a shudder in her throat, Ferrinella could only let it out in her chest, "That's enough, that's enough," and it was all she could do as she leaned against Coton and Ars' shoulder.

　She rested her head on his shoulder, letting the thoughts she couldn't communicate ride with her anxiety. Felinella leaned against Ars's shoulder as she poured the unvoiced thoughts off the ground surface.

　Still, Ars didn't shut his mouth.
　It was because he needed to pass on the lessons he had learned from gouging out his wounds to her this time.

'So you can decide for yourself. Military rules are important, but sometimes they drive a stake into you that you can't wipe off for the rest of your life. If you're unhappy with the way Brigadier General Teresa fights, Felli just needs to make another choice. The best of the moment doesn't always produce the best results. So worry about it, and decide for yourself. Not an either/or like I did.

　Ars slowly squinted his eyes as if to self-mutilate and lowered his gaze as it was. With Felinella's head on his right shoulder, Ars lifted his left arm and gently stroked the area around his bangs.

''Yes.''
'I'm going to take Fia and Alice out there for once next time. So I'm feeling the same anxiety as Felli.
Mr. Ars?
This is one thing that will never go away. I'm going to pay close attention, but there are no absolutes. So maybe it's something that is left to each individual in the end. The captain's responsibility is only to make a judgment before that, and in most cases, the judgment of each individual still takes precedence. I think that's fine. We're human, we won't be as divisive as demons.

　From experience, Ars talks about it like it's a beautiful thing. I still think the troops who scattered just to let Ars escape in the outside world were fools, but they still wouldn't have been able to stop him. No one acted on their orders, they trusted their lives to them on their own.

'However, I suppose Brigadier General Teresa has her own beliefs. I've heard that he has some circumstances that are unsuitable for his position. She's been neglected by her superiors and treated as a nuisance. That's why she has so many subordinates under her that respect her.

　The true identity of the wizards gathered at her side to pierce the core. Theresa is the stronghold of the wizards who have lost their place in the world.

'Are you buying the brigadier general, Ars-san?
'No way, she's someone I barely know. But from what I've heard, the battle Felli accompanied me to would have been lost if it wasn't for her.
Yes that's what I think, too.

　Even if the method itself frustrated Felinella, it was definitely only with Teresa that she was able to achieve victory against an enemy that was more than twice as large. And not to mention her ability, that one word could easily lure the magicians of her own army into madness. It seemed that none of the troops led by Teresa, with as many enemies as possible on the way, even seemed to want to return alive from the edge like that.

　Even Felinella couldn't decide if that was the right thing to do. It even seemed impossible that only Teresa could have won on a battlefield that had been so grueling. So it's mind-blowing.

　Despite the uninterrupted conversation, the room was strangely quiet and soothing. It's not because of the tea, nor is it because I've just finished my bath. It's because Ars is beside you, and right now your heart is not pounding, but rather, Felinella even felt a sense of peace.
　Comfortable as if she were de-energized.

''But since Felli is back safely, I have no complaints about Brigadier Teresa's methods. You didn't make a mistake in the lives you were supposed to save.

　Felinella leans back and closes her eyelids, trying not to react to the pockmarked cheeks.

'All I can say is, don't get lost. No one knows the future. You just have to follow the path you believe in. This is all I can say, but I'm sure Felli will be fine.
'Yes ... the best I can do ...'

　The slowly spinning voice lowered the corners of Felinella's eyes. The accumulated insomnia was quietly lulling her to sleep.

'Oh, let me know if there's anything I can do for you,'

　Ars mouthed that in thanks for the fight she had put her life on the line.
　Then, in the space between dream and reality, Felinella let out an indulgent voice. It was probably only a half-sleeper and an unconscious utterance of the barely-there surface of her dim consciousness.

　So now the words she wanted most were spun.

'Then let me ... let me ... stay like this ... for a little while longer.
No problem.

　Resting her head on her shoulder, Felinella quickly let out a small sigh of sleep. She hadn't slept much, and the shadows under her eyes took her into a deep sleep, as if to force her to rest.

　All the while, Ars simply continued to lend her a shoulder, still and supportive. After waiting for her consciousness to rest in its deepest depths, Ars gently carried Felinella to the bed in his arms.
　It's not what it looks like, or should I say it's what it looks like? Either way, she feels as light as a feather. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for when you go to the beach.

　After hanging up the futon and emptying the cold tea, he turned off the light in the room and left the room.