Beyond the enemy's lines, Nacht passed through the Keparnia grasslands.
　As the well-maintained road broke off and the rough ground continued for a bit, the shades of green gradually increased, and a vast forest of trees lined up in a row, as if this was all there was to it, came into view.
　It was a place where Nacht had been born and fallen not long ago, but it was a very nostalgic feeling.
　He landed on the earth and folded up his outstretched wings and erased them.
　A cloud of dust rose up, but they did not stain Nacht. The dust clouds that danced in the air disappeared under the robe of darkness that they wore.

　Nacht looked around the depths of the forest with his dragon eyes.
　The passive skill (passive skill) of the fourth position, the dragon's eye, was a skill (skill) that was useful during the game era due to its ability to increase the attack range, as it had an alias of setting eyes. Other than that, it has multiple effects such as detection, danger detection, and increased evasion rate, but the ability that was most helpful to me was the increase in the range of magic. Now I feel that even if your eyesight improves, your attack range will not increase, but Nahat knew that this is a game, so that's what it was. The commentary describes it as a magic eye that defines everything in your field of vision as a target for attack, but in reality, vision is not such a vague element and there is a decent range for combat. I still think it was a fair game in vain.
　The reason why Nacht is able to accurately control powerful magic is largely due to the power of the magic eye that limits the target of his attacks. The dragon that was once dropped into a nobleman's mansion was also controlled by the magic eye.

　The current Nacht was receiving the maximum benefit from the enhanced dragon eye. The surrounding trees were reflected in his vision as if they were transparent, and only those he wanted to search for could be seen in his vision. Even beyond the horizon, his eyes reflected the exact landscape in his eyes. It was probably due to the effects of enhanced vision and the benefit of detection.

'You're quite fluent, aren't you?

　Nacht muttered to himself.
　Along with those words, he felt a relatively large wave of magical power from behind him. There was also a wave of vibration there that was familiar to Nacht.

'Looks like it's starting over there too.
　Aisha, of her own volition, chose to stand on a different battlefield than Nacht.
　Of course, Nacht was deathly opposed to the idea, but Nacht was the first to snap at Aisha's stubborn refusal to bend her will. In the end, I gave Aisha as many items as I could, and I was satisfied with the idea of working with Krista's party.
　Even though they were far apart, I could only feel the magic power released by my own followers on my skin.
　Such a feeling brought a smile to her face.
　Aisha seemed to have grown up more than Nacht had expected.

''Let's start here too--''
　Nacht chose to create a battlefield, for starters.
　The enemy's figure was reflected in his eyes as he elegantly dressed up with tea time in the depths of the forest.

　Wind magic (wind magic) - a storm that cleaves away (tempest).

　The wind that blows through is the storm itself - no, it's probably well beyond the limits of naturally occurring wind.
　Trees with their roots in the ground are stripped from the earth and blown away by the wind with clods of earth.
　The scene looked like a landslide or avalanche. Unlike an avalanche, though, the trees are blown right across, not down.
　Mixed in with the overwhelming wind pressure was an invisible blade.
　An ordinary human would have been blown to death and crushed to death, or carved into pieces by the wind blade.
　Nacht's preliminary examination before the battle, but the result was a change in the terrain within a four to five kilometer radius.
　What had once been a verdant forest had turned into a balding wasteland.
　It looked like a sandstorm as the wind whipped up a cloud of dust that filled my field of vision.

　But unexpectedly - a silver wire ran through it.
　A flash cut through the inverted dust, and in the blink of an eye, the dust cloud cleared.
　There was a girl standing there, unharmed.
　Nacht's face was tinged with astonishment.
　But it was not because she had survived unharmed from the magic Nacht had released.

　It was a single long sword in his hand.
　The single-handed long sword had a hue that looked as if it had been forged from crystal. The sword's blade was a near-transparent blue color, with a stinging thorny emblem carved into the hilt. In his left hand was a silvery white shield that looked like a basket hand. Underneath the shield, which reflected the light like a mirror, there was also a crest with an emblem of a rose wrapped in thorns.
　Nacht knew them.
　The girl with the bright horns opened her mouth to Nacht's astonishment.

'You are rude--you are not treating the Lady well.

'Hmmm, I guess I just have a dickhead kid in front of me. I don't see a lady in there, do you?

Oh, well, your beautiful eyes are only for show.

"I hate to say it, but my eyes show only the truth...
　With that, Nacht's gaze looked down slightly.

''-- If you have a complaint, you'll have to grow that poor chest another two sizes before you can say it.

Huh?
　For a moment, but the strong girl was frightened.
　Nacht is not naive enough to let that opening go by.

''You're on a mission?　There's a little more in our Aisha, right?　If poor breasts are a status, then breastlessness doesn't even deserve recognition.
　The girl's face turns bright red.
　That would be more than ninety percent from anger. The hand holding the sword trembled, and there was an atmosphere that made me feel as if I was about to be slashed at any moment.

This - don't say what you want!　I'm only 72 years old!　I'm just a kid!　There's room for growth, unlike you!　Oh, but if you put together the time you've been asleep - no, no. I'm sure it's just the beginning!
　The easily broken tone didn't surprise Nacht, or even make sense to him.
　Even his sharp eyes, although they were also radiating hostility mixed with anger, were childlike eyes, similar to Aisha's. Or rather, the fact that he says he's a child.

''Well, let's call yourself a little girl as a matter of courtesy, shall we? My name is Nacht. I'm Nacht, Nacht Schatten. You may call me Nacht with respect, if you don't mind.

Don't be a child!　Listen to me, you foolish people!　My name is Linore Lutina Grimoire. I am the eldest daughter of the Duke of Grimoire's family and a true demon of the Demon Lord's bloodline!　Head high, bow down!
　Nacht gave a look to Rinoa, who was making a high-pitched pronouncement, as if she was a heartfelt mockery.

''Yes, yes, it's great that you can introduce yourself!

Stop treating me like a child!

My tone of voice is a little lacking in relation to my superiors, but I'll let that slide as a child. Well, Rinoa, my boy. I suggest you stop this game of war and leave this place at once.
　Nacht assured him decidedly.
　Rinoa's eyes sharpened again as she stared at Nacht.

'What are you talking about?　You talk in your sleep--
　'You can tell me after you've gone to bed,' Nacht interrupted Rinoa as she was about to say this.

'Don't you understand?　Then I'll say it more clearly. I'm telling you that if you honestly back off, I'll let you off as a child's pain.
　Nacht's advice only made Rinoa's passion more intense.

'Don't be silly!　Who's going to stop me?　I'll spare your life if you humans surrender. I'm not like you humans and I owe you a debt of gratitude. Let's be honest, let's go to war...
　Nacht tilts his head to look at the eyes, which look like they're trapped in resentment.

'Why do you hate people?　Why did you attack that city?　Why do you have such sad eyes?
　Rinoa gasped heavily.
　The small surprise vanished as the mighty rage crushed her.

'Why?　You tell me that?　You human beings who refused to reconcile, who gave them the label of 'enemy', who passed it off as a holy war, who locked up your hatred and lived in peace, now what are you saying!

Hmm, I see there's a lot of misunderstandings and circumstances, but I'll warn you again. Back off.
　Nacht could not believe that the girl in front of him was dirty.
　Never did he hear the devilish impressions that were circulated in the world as legend and common sense. He couldn't believe that Aisha was the subject of ridiculous lore about kidnapping a bad boy and eating him from the head with fear.
　So she told Rinoa so.

'I refuse!　But I'm warning you the opposite. Lie down and join my ranks. I'm not going to let you get away with it, but I'm going to make you my man. And that magic you just used was awesome.
　The strong, unwavering will was colored by hatred.
　Nacht sighed with relief.
　Apparently, just talking about it doesn't seem to be a one-way street anywhere.

''There are a lot of things I want to ask you about the Demon King's bloodline, the Crystal Tree's series of thorns, but - shall I discipline you to listen to me quietly first?''
　Nacht said with authority.

'Oh, would you mind my equipment?'

Yeah, you can ask me later.

Well, you're not backing down--
　The girl prepared her blade once again.
　The sunlight was reflected by the shield's silver mirror, and the girl's mouth opened slightly as she took a low rushing stance--

　A moment.
　Out of nowhere it had appeared like a shadow.
　Even with Nacht's perception, the presence of it could not be detected until it appeared.
　A faint doubt and astonishment appeared at the same time in less than zero-tenths of a second of thought.

　When I could see it, there was a blade that was closing in on my throat from behind.
　It could only be said that the cherry-red hair appeared like a disembodied illusion. It thrust a sharp blade without any mercy at all.

　--What a shame.
　Rinoa was muttering that as she faded away.