It is said that the treatment of surrendered soldiers, the treatment of the wounded, and the post-processing of battles are more exhausting than battles, as every corps commander laments, but it is the responsibility of the corps commander to do these things.

　On the other hand, Cephiro, who came to reinforce us, was standing beside me.

You look terrible.

　And he is absent.

'..............................

　This guy seems to be willing to completely abdicate his duties as a corps commander and let me handle it all.
　He's the same personality as always, but he doesn't get angry.

　People and demons are not suited for each other, and there are certainly people who are more 'useful' for doing nothing.

　I ignored her and silently went into post-war processing.


　That night--.


　I went to see the witch in the camp that had been set up for the Commander.
　Sure enough, she was in a tipsy mood with a glass of wine in hand.

　She hadn't even seen me coming.

Well, no souvenirs to take home, as always, a bit rude.

　He turned to me and smiled, "Kakka.

'I have a handout for you.'

　I said, and pointed to the heavens.
　Cephiro looks up at the night sky with a bored expression on his face and complains, "There's nothing to see," he complains.

　I reply with a single word.

'This night sky is a hand-me-down, isn't it lovely?'

　Hearing those words, Cephiro sniffed, "Hmph," and then complained, "When did you switch from sorcerer to poet?

　But it doesn't seem to be a full stop, and she sips at her wooden cup as she looks up at the night sky.
　I look up at the heavens again, and it was indeed a beautiful night sky.

　The smell of blood and nitrous smoke danced in the air, and the roar of magic and gunfire was unbelievably quiet in a place where the roar of magic and gunfire had been a tree spirit just moments ago.

　Since he was born again in this world, he was tired of looking at the starry sky, but it was a sight that was hard to see in his previous life.

I've heard, Commander, that when translating a book in a foreign language, there is an author who translated 'I love you' into 'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?

He's a pain in the ass.

　I agree with that vehemently, but I certainly know how it feels to look at a starry sky like this and not give a d*mn about war or exile.

　I can watch for a while.
　I just wanted to forget about the war while Cephiro drank his glass of wine.
　After about ten minutes, which I'm sure Cephiro had wised up to, she opened her mouth.

"Ike, you have done an excellent job this time.

　Cephiro, unusually, was not sarcastic or navel-gazing, but a normal compliment.

'I failed to make peace, though,'

That's just the way it is. That's because they didn't want to. But you have broken the enemy's cunning and dealt the fatal blow to Rosalia's army. For that, I won't be fingered by anyone.

..........

　I'm at a loss for an answer because of the unusually sticky praise.
　I wondered if she had eaten something bad.
　I was worried about that, but she seems to be serious.
　There is none of her usual playfulness.
　On the contrary, she made a serious expression for the first time in a long time and turned to me and said.

''The peace didn't work, but instead Rosalia was split in two. Right now, Rosalia is split in half between the Tristan faction and its brother Lambert's faction, or rather, the vizier's Eichs.

　She takes a breath there and continues.

But because of this turmoil, Tristan has offered to cooperate with the Demon King's army, which means that the Demon King's army has gained a cause. In other words, the Demon King's army has won a great cause.

..........

　Hearing those words, I paused between the manner and the pause, "What do you mean? I asked.
　I knew the answer, though. I dared to hear it from Cephiro's mouth.
　She seemed to be aware of this, but without daring to mention it, she replied.

I'm sure that in the near future the Demon King's army will invade the royal capital of Rosalia. And they will attack the royal capital. --by the most powerful sorcerer in the Demon King's army.

　She said this and then looked up at the night sky without opening her mouth.
　I followed her lead, but as I stared up at the night sky for a while, a star drifted across the sky.

　It's called a meteor.

　Even in this world, if you say your wish three times before the stars drift down, will it come true?
　While thinking about this, Cephiro and I continued to look at the night sky.