††† (Ain't God's point of view)

　There were countless wounds on Ein God's body.
　The arrow wound on his right shoulder had been received from an enemy soldier in his first battle.
　The sword wound on his left cheek was from his capture of an opposition party in the past.

　The wind hole on his abdomen was from an attack by a strange unit of dragon cavalry just now.

　Aingod's body was mired in a lead ball, but fortunately, it must have successfully avoided his internal organs.

　It wasn't a fatal wound, and there was nothing wrong with taking charge.
　Just be careful not to let his men be distracted by the fact that he was injured.
　These are the men who followed this old general to the end.

　A mere lead ball would not be enough to cause them to whine, it would be a distraction to their loyalty.

　Although 'defeat' is no longer inevitable, even so, the last general of Rosalia couldn't afford to show weakness in front of his subordinates.

　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.

　The number of goblins, orcs, humans, and even dwarves that he had defeated earlier in the day did not seem to be decreasing at all.

　Would the enemies spring up endlessly?
　I asked my subordinates about it, but they shook their heads.

''Master Ein God, it seems that our royal capital has fallen into the hands of the enemy forces. It seems that reinforcements are coming from there.''

　Hearing those words, Ein God turned around in the direction where the royal capital was and asked in a muttered voice.



　It was a mouthful, but I didn't mourn it.
　Because I thought it was the future that had been set.
　The momentum of the Demon King's army was like a flying bird.

　As symbolized by the Eighth Legion in front of us, its momentum was tremendous, and it was as powerful as the sun that never set.

　However, there was one thing that bothered him.
　Ein God asked his subordinates about it.

''Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?''

　His Majesty is not, of course, the current rightful King Tristan III, but his younger brother Lambert, who was carried by Lord Eichs to the throne by a feeble boy.

　Lambert is a feeble boy who was carried to the throne by Lord Eichs, the Lord of the Ein Gods.
　He didn't take the throne voluntarily.
　The boy was carried out by an adult with the arbitrary logic of a grown man, and Eingoad had a sense of compassion for him.

　His subordinates must have taken that feeling into account. They also reported to him about Lambert.

'His Majesty Lambert has escaped from the royal city along with those of his close associates. He will fall back to the north and live as a citizen there.''

'Well that's good. You will not be drawn into the palace's conspiracy any longer. I hope that you will live your life in peace and tranquility as a citizen.

　That was the untrue truth of the matter.
　The person who was involved in that conspiracy would not be qualified to speak of it, though.
　Ein God next inquired about the safety of his master, Eichis.

''..........................''　

　My men stare at me in silence.
　I see, that would be the answer.
　The Prime Minister has apparently committed suicide.

　I don't know if he was poisoned, or if he had his subordinates cut off his head, but it seems that he has already passed through the gates of the underworld ahead of us.

　Eichs, Duke of Ueberg, the Prime Minister of the Kingdom.
　He was born the third son of a poor aristocrat, and he was an outstanding man who rose to the position of Prime Minister of the Kingdom.

　Future generations of historians would condemn him as 'evil', but only Ein God believed in the Lord's justice.

　Eichs had staged a coup to protect Rosalia from the Demon King's army, to protect its traditions and royal lineage.

　He never took the state's rights for his own personal gain.

　Ein God sympathized with Eichs's aspirations and became his contraption, his shield and his fighters, and now his military fortunes have finally run out.

'But I never expected to survive longer than my Lord.

　We will lose this battle.

　I was convinced of that before I left for battle, but I never dreamed that the Royal Capital would be grazed while I was away from it.

　Could this all be the work of the man commanding the army in front of me, a sorcerer who is known as the bosom of the Demon King's army?

　Ever since his name began to roar across the battlefield, the Demon King's Army has continued its breakneck march, and Rosalia has been grazed over its territory with such force that it's like falling into an abyss.

　Of course, the eighth legion is not the only one that has won military honors, but the entire Demon King's army has had a hard time, but whenever I talk to other generals and knight leaders, his name always comes up.


''If it wasn't for that little boy Ike or something like that,''
　And--.

　After actually crossing swords with him, he was able to recognize that his impressions were correct.

''You're the strongest magician in the Demon King's army? Not a bad opponent for the last time we fought.''

　Rather, it seemed to be a far more honorable end than being killed by some unknown man.

''Well, I was able to cross over with such a great general. It's later than I had imagined, but shall I boast of this to my men and comrades who have departed to the other side before me?

　The man, Ein God, ate a lead bullet in his stomach and took arrows all over his body, but he fought to the end, he said.

　He didn't stop wielding that spear, he said.
　Ein God muttered that and gave orders to his men who followed him to the end.

'I don't think any of them will spare their lives now, but from here on out, it's completely my own private fight. "I don't think there are any of us who will be spared, but from this point on, it's all on me. Those who want to leave, leave.

　There were only a few hands left, but none of them showed any signs of fear.
　Eingoed thanked his men for their loyalty and courage, and then he rode his horse.
　Before he knew it, the rain had stopped.
　In front of him, the enemy's gunners were deploying in front of him.
　Seeing them, Ein God thought.

I see," he said, "that's one more story for my friends in hell.

　Apparently, Ein God will be known as the first general in history to be struck down by a gun.

　Ein God let out such impressions as if they were someone else's, and he received a lead ball all over his body.
　He had been born into a county family for more than sixty years, and the majority of his life had been with the battlefield.
　The men who followed him had lived slightly longer than him.

　They fought desperately to keep their Lord's head from being taken, but in vain, and after a few hours Aingoed's troops were wiped out.


　A goblin of the Eighth Legion, watching the gruesome scene, muttered, "When my comrades in arms are dead, I can't help it.
　When my comrades in arms died, I grieved, but I did not weep.
　But when I saw the Rosarian soldiers who defended their Lord and fought to the end, I cried.
　I cried for the first time on the battlefield when I saw men turned into corpses in droves to defend the Lord.