The border between the demon tribe and the kingdom of Kuzeera has changed in waves to the peace that had existed for a long time.

　This is a chase by the nations and the demon tribe who have taken advantage of the gap in the kingdom's civil war.

　The human race and the demon race have decided not to engage in an overall war by agreement.

　However, if it's only a part, that is, one nation with one of the seven great demon nobles, the whole is not considered to interfere.

　Whether or not it was the whole was determined by the leaders of each country, who were at the top.

　Skirmishes and conflicts between powerful nations and the Seven Great Demon Aristocracies were originally comparable to 'war' and should be recognized as a whole.

　However, the main countries of the human race were also the ones encroaching on the Kuzeera Kingdom.

　Their military power was led by the empire and other nations that were among the leading powers in both quality and numbers, and even the smaller nations were working to rewrite their borders.

　Because of these reasons, the demon tribe and the Kuzeera kingdom were considered to be a clash of forces.

　And the war situation was that the kingdom side was being pushed.

''It's not true!　So the Red Lion Gang has been hit!

Those mercenaries of order and decay that you say have come to reinforce us?

'That place is long gone!　Pull the line back from the front line for now!

　There was a mixture of shouting and screaming.

　They were fighting in a burned out area, and behind them was a city that was crumbling with several pieces of black smoke burning.

　Even if they hired a renowned mercenary group, they were crowds. They had never encountered an opportunity to turn the war around.

　And that wasn't the only thing that happened this time.

''What's going on, aren't they all Ba'monks!

　And one of them shouted.

　The battlefield was filled with a strange atmosphere.

　A single mercenary group was taking on just one demon race.

　The race advantage lies with the demon race.

　The demon race is far superior to the demon race in terms of magical and physical abilities.

　But the human race has the numbers. Numbers can be both intellectual and violent.

　Still, the situation where a single mercenary group could barely deal with one demon race was different itself.

''Oh ...... d*mn. d*mn ......!　Dear Astaire: ......!

　A soldier was dying. He is lying on the ground with a hole the size of a fist in his abdomen.

　Then he clutches a pendant around his neck as he prays to the goddess Astaire.

　The pendant, which has a silvery circular shape, has a human figure in the shape of the goddess hollowed out. It was a pendant sold by the Astaire religion to pray to the goddess Astaire.

　The soldier's magic power is absorbed by the pendant, although it is very weak.

　This was the reason why the Goddess Astaire was said to exist.

　And on the battlefield, she is believed in, even to the point of reducing the magic power that is her "strength". --I'm not sure I'm going to be able to get it right.

　But.

''Fuhahaha!　Good job!

Aah!

It's useless!　You're the only one who can defeat this Luilde!　Hahaha!

　The demon tribe that had single-handedly overrun the mercenary group was now wielding a dying soldier.

　The demon tribe, who called himself Ruilde, had dark skin and a tail, and his long double teeth were gleaming.

''Pray!　Peace that cannot be visited by an impossible idol!　You're doomed to be destroyed anyway!

　The demon race laughs high and proud.

　They laugh with disdain at everything people do.

　However, there was a definite gap there.

''You!''

　A soldier in pain wielded a sword that was broken in half with the last of his strength.

　It was an inch too short.

　But he hadn't expected to be able to bring about death with his battered sword and body. It was the last legwork.

　And yet--'

''It ain't working, is it?

Nah. ......!

　Luilde sneers at him.

　The soldier's eyes widen in astonishment.

(Aren't you getting ...... stronger again?)

　It was an impossible doubt.

　A battlefield is always a draining experience. The opposite could not happen.

　It can't happen. ...... The soldier was thrown off his head while thinking about it - and then he was thrown off his head.

'Reinforcements!　You got reinforcements!　-Sir Phil, the Swordsman of the Holy Republic, and Soria, the Holy Lady, are here!　The mainstay of the Holy Republic!

　With that call, the demon tribe was sent flying like a piece of wood blown by a great wind.

''Ugh!　What, what?!

　A young woman with brown hair pulled up in a single strand appeared in front of Luilde's eyes.

　Her slit eyes were looking at Luilde without a care in the world.

　But her consciousness was completely different.

'Good grief. I'm extremely curious as to why you're trying to help the kingdom that attacked us.'

【Sage of Swords]--Phil.

　The one who fights on the front line of the unit that is the main force of the Sacred Republic.

　And behind her was a beautiful girl with long pink hair, [Saintess of the Light Star] Soria Aiden.

''The human race is in danger. ......!　Just because we were once enemies is no reason not to reach out to them!

　Soria said, and began to treat the wounded and fallen soldiers around her.

　Phil smiles at the sight of them.

Hmm, I thought you might say that.

　The girls could not go directly to the recent disaster in the Holy Republic.

　In particular, Sword Saint Phil and his main force frequently traveled outside the Holy Republic to lend their strength as reinforcements.

　If there were no unusual circumstances, the Holy Republic would be surrounded by peace-keeping nations and would not be in harm's way.

　But if they had been faced with the schemes of the King's Dragon and the Kingdom of Kuzela, they would have settled the matter with impunity.

　That's how powerful they are.

''You guys can just ignore me!

　An angry voice with the magic of the demon tribe resounded.

　It's a voice that seems to shake the earth and make it tremble from the depths of the abyss.

　However, Phil is quite comfortable.

''What did the miscellaneous demon race say?''

You've got some balls: ......!

　The demon Luilde's veins rise to her forehead as Phil's anger fuels her.

　The power of life filled with rage shakes the surroundings.

　But.

''There's a lot of room.''

　Phil has disappeared - and he's gone.

　Luilde shows her agitation. A moment later, the sound of iron chucking together with the sword and scabbard came from behind Ruilde.

　Without turning his head to look at the sound - Ruilde was on his knees and on the ground, a bright horizontal single character was drawn from his torso and fresh blood was vigorously flying out of his body.

'Gosh, d*mn it ......!

　Luilde jumped up from her back, spreading her pure black wings, dripping cold sweat.

''Hmm?　You still have that kind of power left in you. ...... Well, okay.

　Phil misses the demon tribe.

　The priority was not the dying demons, but to join up with the main members who were working to suppress the other demons that were rampaging on the battlefield.

''Let's go, Phil!

　Thoria had also finished treating all the breathing ones.

　She would be the only one among the human race who could achieve such a wide area and speed.

　However, she who was going to go to the next battlefield without even thinking about it - she was truly a saint in Phil's eyes.

''Yes.''

　There was a longing in Phil's eyes for Soria.

　That's why Phil wasn't too happy about it.

　The man who was coming towards this place.

(Charisma parties and all that ...... crap.)

[Sword Saint] Phil thought inwardly.