A Maiden’s Unwanted Heroic Epic
A Maiden’s Unwanted Heroic Epic - Chapter 109: One Who Flutter and Dance

***Arc 5 The One Who Obstructed, Chapter 109 One Who Flutter and Dance***

A/N: * 1 shaku is about 30 cm, 1 ken = 6 shaku (about 1.8 m), 1 ri = about 400 m

Verreich's army concentrated its forces, Krische and Granmeld, on the right wing.

They defeated Gildanstein's body double and cut off nearly 10,000 of the enemy's right wing on the first day.

The Central Verreich Army, which was the problem, saw Krische one-man show, and their morale was at its peak.

It shows desperate resistance without collapsing against the fierce attacks of the enemy who was double their number.

The problem was the left wing.

Hearing the success of the right wing, they too launched a fierce attack, but their momentum was killed by the old general, Felworth Keithriton, and they suffered a painful blow.

Verreich's army of 37,000 was reduced to 30,000.

Gildanstein's, or rather Keithriton’s army, were reduced from 45,000 to 32,000.

They cut each other down in the center and both sides won on each wing, but overall, the Verreich army had the upper hand.

The enemy's losses were 13,000 while theirs was 7,000.

The difference in troop numbers was 2,000.

Although the Keithriton’s forces still had the advantage in terms of the number of troops, Verreich's forces were superior in terms of the quality of their troops.

If the gap narrowed, it was the Verreich army that would inevitably overwhelm them.

At the night military meeting, everyone, including Nozan, praised Krische and Granmeld for their success.

The two of them made a brilliant breakthrough through the center of the enemy line.

Krische’s single-handed "performance" boosted morale in the center of the battle, and in some respects, it made the center fight on even ground.

The results of the battle were two corps commanders and a body double――the acting general, Krische’s military deeds today would surely be etched in history,

"…Thank you but it was Woof Woof who did the hard work. Krische only helped the breakthrough.”

However, the person in question seemed troubled.

“I'm troubled if Krische-sama said that but….it is true that it was my corps that came forward, but it was thanks to Krische-sama that we were able to break through so easily. You can say it's only a help to break through, but Krische-sama is the only person in this world who can help like that."

Granmeld replied exasperated, and Krische pouted her lips.

"Because, unlike Woof Woof, Krische didn’t achieve her goal."

However, no matter what words they said Krische had no interest.

She was indifferent, only lightly thanking her.

The great results she achieved――for Krische, it was the bare minimum, nothing more.

The fact that the original goal of defeating Gildanstein was not achieved, it was not something that was praiseworthy by Krische’s standards.

"...Krische is a little worried about Selene."

And they still didn't know where Gildanstein was.

Krische shook in her chair restlessly, her eyes downcast.

"I understand how Krische-sama feels, but... we have no choice but to wait for the report."

"... I know. Even Selene should already have a proper contingency."

Granmeld also crossed his arms as if he was thinking about the battle results, instead of showing a happy expression, concerned about Krische’s condition.

It would be important if Gildanstein ran to Selene's side――but they can't let that sway them.

It was more than possible that he was hiding here under the guise of doing so.

Krische remained here to await the report.

Nozan was cunning.

Gildanstein's army, which recruits soldiers regardless of their origin and who doesn't mind money, has many spies, ranging from logistic personnel to individual soldiers.

At least by this evening, they will bring highly reliable information.

But――it was half out of a concern for Krische that Nozan was holding her back in this way.

30,000 vs. 32,000.

The gap had narrowed considerably, and Nozan could see victory.

Even if Gildanstein had remained hidden, he was confident that he would no longer lose.

In truth, there was no need for her to stay behind.

The results she has achieved today have been so sufficient.

Her power as an individual had reached its extremes.

If you look at her individual performance this time in terms of her influence on the battlefield, she alone would rival a mighty corps like the ‘Wolf Pack’.

She was, literally, a monster beyond measure.

But of course, in proportion to her successes, the burden on her body was certainly true.

Together with Granmeld, she ran around the battlefield without much rest.

The absence of the Black Century, a unit under her direct control that she could work with, must have taken a toll on her as well.

Even on her expressionless face, she could not hide her fatigue.

The reason why he told Krische, who wanted to run to Selene, was to wait for the report from the spy――to give her rest.

‘…I know it's pathetic, but please take care of that girl's health. She looks like a superhuman, but her body is just a normal girl. She's good with magic, so she can fake it, but she doesn't have as much physical strength as you guys. She's stupid, so she just goes through the motions with a nonchalant expression on her face.’

‘Haha, does Selene-sama always talk about Krische-sana here and there like that? Should I call it overprotective… It's a beautiful family love."

‘Ugh, shut up. It's okay, it's about my little sister after all…’

Krische’s first battle――the battle against the Holy Empire the other day showed tremendous success.

He knew that after that, Krische developed a high fever and was sent back by Bogan, who took that seriously.

A person who possesses magical power manipulates the magical power in their body. Although they are stronger than ordinary people, in the end, it was their bodies that formed the basis.

There are various reasons why people train their muscles and train their bodies, even if they could use magic power, but one of them was to maintain their health. It could also be used to store energy.

In terms of weight, she probably weighs less than half of Nozan’s weight.

She was thin and not tall, and her body was not meant to withstand the battlefield.

Without the use of magic, it would be difficult for her to even handle a long sword wielded by a soldier.

That she could achieve the impossible was only established by her resourcefulness and magical power.

The same Granmeld, who was also running around on the front lines and fighting wielding a great war cudgel, had more stamina to spare.

The degree of perfection of the body was too different compared to Granmeld who had fought through the battlefield for many years.

There was no doubt that she was more heavily fatigued than she appeared.

At least she was the kind of person to put herself second, and it seemed that she would run to Selene without even eating or resting if she was allowed to.

He had no doubts about Krische’s ability, but He did have some concerns when she was not feeling well.

He should have let her rest a little and let her calm down.

He couldn't let her go on this condition.

Taking care of one's health is the basics.

This was something that a soldier should learn first and foremost.

In that respect, Krische was still a child after all.

She was incredibly strong, yet dangerous (unreliable when it comes to herself) and he couldn’t help but think she’s a strange girl.

“I don't have any major problems with tomorrow's policy. In Krische-sama’s case, it would be better for Krische-sama to recover your strength first. Take a rest for today. I will report tomorrow morning, anyway, Krische-sama will only leave here after that."

"...Yes. Keith, if Krische goes out, Krische will order you to be acting corps commander. Keep that in mind."

"Yes ma’am. Understood."

Nozan nodded and told Keith.

"You can stay like this. We will work out the details."

“Yes sir.”

“Well then, Krische-sama”

"Yes. Thank you, General Verreich."

Krische said so and stood up from her seat and left the tent.

After seeing her off, Granmeld said.

“…I've seen her fight and charge side by side, seeing her like that, I couldn’t believe she’s the same person. How should I say, it's out of tune."

“She was rather gentle in temperament, you know. Rather that side of her, is how she normally is..."

Nozan said, mocking himself.

"And we had that child carry us on her backs. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't be doing so well from the Dragon’s Maw to here. …It’s something to be ashamed of."

"Certainly.... I can't show any more pitiful side after having the situation being set up like this. My corps can move tomorrow. Keith, how is yours?"

"Yes sir. Our First Corps has minor damage and little fatigue. There is no problem even if we put it in the front."

Granmeld grinned and bared his teeth like a wolf.

“Good, that's what I'm talking about. General, give us the main attack again. We'll surprise that old man."

"It's not an old man, it's General Keithriton. Even though he’s an enemy, watch your mouth, Granmeld. …That said, fine, we'll use you again tomorrow. If you go, go with the intent to settle it.”

"Yes, of course. I've grasped the quality of the soldiers today. I’ll show them."

――The next morning, Krische received a report.

Krische prepared herself and put on her cloak even before dawn.

After a night's rest, Krische had somewhat recovered from her fatigue.

She had a slight fever, probably from fighting without rest yesterday.

She was feeling a bit languid, but there was nothing to worry about.

The slight irritation and anxiety that had been present during the rough period had calmed down considerably.

Her thoughts were clear. There was no end to her anxiety, but she also thought that no matter what happens, Selene wouldn’t be killed.

Gildanstein's relentless pursuit of Selene was intended to take her hostage against Krische.

Gildanstein was an unpleasant man, but at least he was not a fool and seemed to be a practical man who thinks in terms of profit and loss――just like Krische and Kreschenta.

He takes profit over just cause. He was a man who uses a just cause for profit.

There was no advantage for Gildanstein to kill Selene, only disadvantage, so that man wouldn’t kill Selene.

If it is too late, then, the war――Krische will give up on Selene’s and Kreschenta’s dream.

She will hide and let the flow take its course and rescue Selene.

Takes Bery and Kreschenta and runs away to a mountain somewhere.

It might be inconvenient for a while, but that's okay.

They could do whatever they wanted to do after that.

That thought calmed Krische’s mind.

Krische told Nozan that she's heading to Selene's place, and showed her face at Keith's place for a moment.

She then borrowed one of the First Corps' large horses and strapped on a light baggage.

Most of the luggage had been prepared last night.

"Well then, Elvena. It's dangerous, so don't move around too much."

"Yes, Krische-sama. Krische-sama too please take care. ...I will pray for your fortune."

After a brief exchange of words, Krische mounted her horse and started to run.

She was faster than the horse, but it was still 120 ri (~48 km).

Her stamina was not infinite. If she were to sprint at full speed, Krische’s fatigue would be great.

So she decided to use a horse with the intention of abandoning it halfway through the ride.

The horse's saddle was covered with plenty of cushioning to prevent pain in the buttocks.

The short, open-hemmed skirt made it easy to straddle the horse.

With everything ready to go, Cliché galloped across the meadow.

Her figure galloping in the morning glow, looked like a painting――that was how it was supposed to be,, but then she ran into trouble.

The wind was making her skirt flap around in a bizarre manner.

"Ugh... Geez"

The wind was blowing hard, and the fact that she was wearing a short skirt was probably also a problem.

With one hand, she held the skirt that flapped up and fixed her sit down on the horse again and again.

She looked like a fool, but she was a girl who aims to be a well-behaved lady.

Her aesthetic would not allow her to run with not only her thighs bare but also her underwear exposed.

In the meadow, even if no one was watching, Krische was watching.

If so then, she will not compromise.

While letting the horse run at its maximum pace, Krische desperately grappled with the fluttering skirt.

Short and wide at the bottom――the way the skirts for riding horses run wild, it was as if that they existed here to show off her underwear.

For a moment, she thought of the riding pants she had left behind at the fort.

'Just take them with you in case, already. Though I know you don't like it.’

'Krische will go on a long-distance trip, so it's better to have less luggage, and Krische doesn't ride horses, so it’s fine. And it's scratchy between the thighs. …trousers are for men to wear.'

'You...ahh, geez. Whatever, just do as you want. You're so stubborn in the most trivial places, I won’t care if you regret it.’

‘…Krische won’t regret not wearing trousers.’

Remembering the exchange, Krische shakes her head.

She had no regrets, she told herself.

A stack of cushions.

She realized halfway through that this was affecting her hip height and making the wind worse, but this was her lifeline for Krische.

Riding on horseback――for Krische her biggest enemy was the impact on her buttocks that have thin flesh.

She couldn’t throw away her cushions when she rode a horse.

Still, running around with her underwear exposed was not a good idea either.

"Muu... it can't be helped, let’s abandon the horse as soon as possible."

That was the conclusion.

She didn't really like horses.

Let the horse run further to the limit and then abandon it.

A little fatigue was just a little fatigue. She wanted to run from the beginning.

Once the distance was gained to some extent, the horse's role――should have ended, but.

"...you're doing your best, aren't you?"

――The problem was the horse.

Horses are tough, but they are still not more than living creatures.

They can run 200 or even 300 ri (80 to 120 km) a day, but if they were to run at full speed, they would run out of strength in less than 10 ri (4 km).

Therefore, it was normal to make the horses run at a gallop and occasionally rest at a brisk pace or at a walk so as not to tire them out.

However, Krische, who was determined to ride the horse to exhaustion, forced the horse to run at top speed――make the horse gallop and rest at canter pace, a practice that lacked any compassion for the horse.

At best, it should be about one-fifth of the distance.

She thought that if the horse ran that much, it didn't matter if the horse's leg broke or it died, but the horse that Krische randomly selected was a rare and excellent horse.

It's stamina that seems to be inexhaustible――If she tried to abandon it because she thought it was at its limit, it would run like the wind through the grassland as if to say that it still has a long way to go. Krische skirt fluttered violently against the resistance of the wind.

Perhaps, harassing Krische was its objective.

The horse was so tough and excellent that Krische could have been fooled into thinking like that.

“Uuu…”

She was half the weight of a man, or even less. The horse was a very strong horse, and it was a very good runner.

No matter if the horse said it can run, she couldn’t get off just because the skirt was turned up. For the purpose of preserving physical strength, the horse had put in more than enough effort.

And so the battle between the horse and the wind――and the fluttering skirt continued for a long time.

The end of the battle was in sight when she heard the sound of a sword fight.

In the distance, she could see their side’s――Selene's messenger.

Attacking the messenger were cavalrymen from Gildanstein's side.

There were two enemy cavalrymen, probably scattered to hunt for the messenger.

The messenger was alone.

Now that she had seen them, she could not just leave the messenger behind.

Krische rode her horse in that direction, jumped down, and cut the cavalryman's neck.

After disposing of the two men, the messenger thanked Krische for saving him.

According to the story, Selene's army was moving westward from its original position.

Seeing that the enemy army also moved west along with it, he went straight through, but unfortunately he was caught by the messenger-hunting cavalry scattered in this grassland.

"Krische understands the situation. Then it seems that Krische has quite gone to the east."

Selene and the others had originally been fighting in the east of Kielzaran, so she was running toward that direction, but their current position was directly opposite, on the west side.

However, if she had not run to the east, she would not have met the messenger here.

Considering that it was a waste of time after all, it could be said that it was good to notice it early.

"Yes, the road is——"

"It’s fine. Krische remembered. …Oh, that's right."

Krische looked at the horse she had brought.

Its breathing was rough, and it must have used all its strength.

But there was still power in its eyes.

"Please take this child back, too. Krisch doesn't know much about horses, but he seems to be a very good horse."

She had planned to ride it until exhaustion (death), but horses are very expensive.

She thought it would be a waste to ride a horse that could run that much to exhaustion.

"Okayy, but Krische-sama..."

"Krische will run. Your report is not that important to this side either. You can take it slow from here."

It was mainly regarding military movement and logistics.

The messenger's report was of no immediate importance now that Krische had arrived.

It was just a good opportunity to bring back the tired horses.

She was fed up with grappling with the skirts, so she suggested that he should take it along with him.

But――

“Yes ma’am. Thank you very much. But...I can't let Krische-sama run. Please use my horse."

"Eh, umm...Krische is fine with running..."

“Even though the start of the battle was delayed, the battle will have already started by the time Krische-sama arrived. Considering Krische-sama fatigue it will be better this way.”

His point is quite valid. Krische had a bit of a fever, too.

But she didn’t want to ride horses anymore. She felt like she had already ridden for a lifetime.

She thought of a counterargument and looked at the horse.

The saddle of the horse had a family crest on it.

The man was a noble of some sort, and the horse was his personal property, not the property of the army――She came up with a brilliant idea and clapped her hands.

"Oh, that's right, um, Krische is running a horse with the intention of riding it to exhaustion (death), putting aside if it's an army property, riding your precious horse is――"

"No, don't worry about it"

"Eh, uh...umm..."

“The soldiers will be very excited when they hear that Krische-sana has arrived. If it is for Krische-sama, to this horse, Furnas, there’s no greater honor than that. It pains me to know that I can do nothing for Krische-sama after you saved my life in this way. So please use him."

With a serious look, the man held out the reins and said that to Krische.

‘Uuu’, Krische’s eyes swum around.

The second horse, Furnas, also ran very well.

She forgot to replace the cushion and had a dull ache in her buttocks.

Thinking that she would never ride a horse again, she abandoned Furnas, which had reached its limit, and ran for a while.

Fortunately, it was not even noon. The time could be considered morning.

It shouldn't have been that long since the battlefield began to cross swords――but when she got close to the battlefield, she could see the chaos.

"... the situation is progressing too fast."

How early did the fight start?

At least Gildanstein would have moved during the night, regardless of the fatigue of his soldiers.

Krische approaches from the east——the left wing of the Christand army.

The Third Corps on the left wing had been overtaken by the enemy.

However, it had not lost its organized fighting ability and was holding back the following forces.

Probably the corps commander, Terrius, was still alive.

It was definitely Gildanstein who broke through, ignoring Terrius.

The flag of the main camp had not fallen, but the enemy's flag was also visible.

Selene was safe. But she was in a dangerous situation.

She increased her speed. Coming this far, she didn't have to worry about her physical strength.

“! Krische-sama——”

A soldier noticed and shouted, but Krische moved forward without care.

The third corps was right in front of her. The soldiers of the main camp seemed to be coming this way to reinforce the third corps.

Probably one battalion, about 1,000 men, was left in the main camp.

Such a large-scale rearrangement of positions——there was no doubt that Selene and the others had realized that the enemy were aiming for a concentrated breakthrough of the Third Corps even before contact was made. It could not have been a complete surprise attack.

Some sort of contingency must have been taken.

Right wing, Kolkis’s flag was deep in enemy lines.

They were aware of the attack on the headquarters, but they haven't returned yet, or were they on their way back?

Whatever the case, the battle continues.

Gildanstein has not been able to capture Selene, and Selene has not finished off Gildanstein either.

In this situation, Gildanstein was devoting all his energy to capturing Selene.

It was such a desperate attack (throwing his life).

If Gildanstein died, the army would be finished——the man's survival was certain.

"In the way."

“!?”

Gildanstein army had just passed through the Third Corps, and was facing away from her.

She jumped to a soldier’s shoulder and leapt.

It was too dense to cut through.

It would be faster to get through from above, and it would also be more convenient for her to check the situation.

“…Ojii-sama.”

The first thing she saw was Gallen standing on top of the command tower, holding a bow and giving orders.

Then it was Mia who was fighting a big man.

Encircled him from both wings using the Century——but the big man was quick on his feet and was about to break through the center.

She must have misjudged the strength of her enemy. ‘Idiot’ Krische frowned.

Mia, who seems to have realized her mistake, has her soldiers pick up weapons, aiming to concentrate firepower on the big man.

"Selene is..."

Krische looked from side to side, searching for Selene.

Selene's armor――she could see her back. Selene was running towards the center, to Eluga.

Kalua and the others were by her side, but behind them was a tall man with a great war axe.

――It was Gildanstein.

And over there was――

"... First, Mia."

Returning her gaze from Selene's place, Krische ran to Mia.

The big man raised his axe, and seeing the distance, Krische accelerated.

She could even afford to cut through the gaps and decapitate a few enemies along the way.

The great axe was released――just before it reached the dumb-faced Mia.

She kicked the belly of the spinning blade away with her reinforced heel.

“stupid”

Then, with a sigh, hse continued.

"Really, this is why Mia... Krische will give you a sermon later."

Silence all around.

A short pause, and then cheers erupted from those who saw her.

She frowned at the loud noise and looked at the big man.

Krische's sudden appearance made everyone around her forget about the battle, as if time had stopped.

The same goes for the big man――Nakirus, who was covered in scars.

He stopped his steps when he saw Krische, as if he had seen someone he could not believe.

"Uu, corps commander..."

“......Please don't give Krische too much trouble. Krische is busy."

"B-but, I-I too tried my best..."

"……stupid"

"Ouch……"

With her gauntlet Krische slammed her hand to Mia’s helmet then turned to Nakirus.

Nakirus gasped and readied himself.

"…Krische, remember you. You’re the one next to His Highness at that time."

"Yeah, it's the second time I've met you. ...but it doesn't seem like there will be a third time."

Nakirus laughs and holds the remaining great axe in his hands.

The moment he saw her, the moment she lightly kicked his deadly great axe, he understood.

The skirt flutters on the battlefield, and the blood-soaked curved sword dangles without tension and without posture.

Despite her carelessness and gaps, the purple peeking out from her silver hair was endlessly inorganic, and she looked at Nakirus as if she could see through everything.

He imagined him slashing at her. He imagined him being killed.

He couldn’t picture himself triumphing over the girl.

He would not be able to go to Gildanstein again.

It was certain that he would die here.

That was why he prepared himself to throw himself away, and on top of that, Nakirus laughed.

Just one of her arms, one of her legs, or at least even one scar was fine.

Without hesitation, Nakirus decided to dedicate his life to that end.

"That's true. We won't see each other again."

“――!”

At the same time as she spoke, Krische prepared to charge.

——Earlier than that, Nakirus kicked the ground.

"What!?"

But it was an invitation.

It was after that that Krische moved.

She reached for Nakirus' great axe, which sticks into the earth, and pulled it out.

Then, with the momentum of pulling it out, she bent her body and threw it at Nakirus.

A desperate charge with throwing his life. He could no longer change direction.

The great axe was right in front of him.

Even as Krische rolled to kill the recoil, she had already completed the jump.

There was a cold glint in her purple eyes.

It was as if she had read that Nakirus was going to approach her with abandon. No, it was not like she had read it, she had read it.

After seeing through all of Nakirus' movements and intentions, he took measures to ensure her safety.

Taking into account the overwhelming difference in ability between the two, in order to take away even the one in a million chance.

The girl in front of him was cool-headed all the way through.

It is possible to catch the great axe.

But if he received it with the great axe, he would definitely be killed by this monster.

This was a projectile aimed at that.

――In that case, there is only one answer.

With the great axe in his left hand, he thrust out his right arm.

The flying great-axe severed his arm along with the armor.

The pain was so intense that Nakirus felt as if he was about to faint――his eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth.

The great-axe's trajectory changes, and at least he avoided a fatal wound.

But Krische was still calm.

Far from being surprised that he had sacrificed his arm to prevent it, her expression didn't change at all.

The distance was four ken (~7 m), still too far.

Nakirus twisted his waist and swung his left great-axe with all his strength.

The distance was three ken (~5 m)——still far.

But that's okay.

He swings the great axe sideways and throws it.

——The target was her leg.

With a roaring wind noise, the released great ax approached Krische's feet.

He didn’t dream of such convenience, that this blow would sever her leg.

The monster in front of him would easily avoid the great axe, which was fired from a distance of only two ken (~2.6 m).

In the chasm between life and death, in the depths of his being, Nakiles' intuition, like a premonition of the future, was at work.

However, the blade was released in a horizontal spiral. The aim was at the ground.

It was impossible to dive for it or avoid it sideways at this distance.

If she wanted to make it through unscathed, all she could do was leap upward.

And in the air, there is only so much you can do, no matter how strong you are or how skilled you are.

Slam this left fist into her——that was all Nakirus thought.

She lowered her posture and appeared to take a leaping stance——

“!?”

She grabbed the handle of the axe, which was spinning at high speed, as if it was only natural.

She didn’t go against the centrifugal force, and her petite body was swung around like a toy.

But she slides on the earth, dances, flutters——takes control and dominates everything.

She neither catches nor kills the attack that Nakirus put his whole body and spirit into.

Just to use them.

She created a whirlwind.

The dance was instantaneous——the return was the roar of the wind cutting through the air.

When he noticed the axe was in front of him, he could feel the wind pressure on his skin.

Quickly, he reached out with his remaining left hand. It was severed.

——And now, the torso too.

“A..gh…”

Ahead of his gaze as he fell, he saw his lower body that used to be his own.

There was no feeling from the waist down, both of his arms no longer existed,

“Goodbye”

Before he knew it, the girl was standing beside him.

Looking down on Nakirus with her violet eyes, she casually swung down her curved blade.

His neck was cut, she moved away from it as if she abhorred even its blood, and cut off her gaze as if she had lost interest.

The ferocious man who had dominated this place for a time was thus transformed into a mere lump of meat.

Regardless of friend or foe, everyone understood and was in awe of the Nakirus' ability in this place.

A monster that overwhelmed the superhuman Century with only his savage bravery and rushed forward even while receiving arrows and speared with his body.

Nakirus was undoubtedly the one who had dominated this place until just now.

Such a fierce man was abruptly killed——seeing the one-sided battle, even those who were relieved at Krische’s arrival were stunned.

Nakirus was wounded. Krische was strong.

But even so, everyone thought there would be some degree of even fight between the two.

Even if Krische won in the end, they still thought it would be a good fight.

But when they looked.

What existed between her and Nakirus could not be expressed in words such as a difference in ability.

What happened there wasn't even a battle, just a one-sided massacre.

Cursed Child Krische——Headhunter of Bernaich.

Warriors, brave men, and heroes were irrelevant to the girl.

Monsters (kaibutsu) and monsters (bakemono).

She easily eats even those who are capable of being called so. She will put an end to them.

Regardless of any effort, tactics, skill, or will, she makes everything worthless.

She was the embodiment of unstoppable violence, crushing everything that stands in her way.

――It was an absolute being in the form of a girl.

The girl who stood there without a drop of blood on her face, not even looking at the corpse of the fierce man whom everyone feared.

She looked around lightly and opened her mouth.

"...the battle is over."

What resounded was a sweet voice like those of a bell.

She did not raise her voice. However, in this place where silence had fallen, the voice carried well.

Emotionless purple eye――her gaze ran through their neck.

Some were frightened by her gaze and dropped their sword.

The battle was over.

As she said, before this girl, the battle ceases to be a battle. That was what they understood.

There was no one who could beat this monster.

The miserable corpses of the great warriors lying on the ground showed this more than anything else.

All life in this place was in the hands of that little girl.

"Bastard, how dare you――!”

Was it Nakirus' adjutant who shouted with a greatsword in his hand?

The well-built man raises his voice and shows murderous intent to Krische.

Just as he was about to step in, the man was decapitated before he could take that first step.

The smooth and distorted curved sword was small, but it cut flesh without any resistance.

Krische kicked the ‘corpse's’ torso so that she didn’t get soaked in blood.

The corpse of the fierce second-in-command blows up, rolls over, and sprayed blood a beat later.

That was the last time anyone defied her.

There was no one brave enough to follow in his footsteps.

Silence returns again. As if time had stopped, no one could move.

Only one person——only the girl who was allowed to do so walks calmly.

"Mia, the rest is up to you (randomly). It's dangerous, so please send someone go to Ojii-sama’s place."

Krische told Mia and looked around again.

At least things have calmed down. This is the main camp——they have the upper hand.

No problem.

"Y-yes..."

She was almost killed, and then her opponent was cruelly murdered.

Her situation changed at a dizzying pace, and Mia, who was half-stiffened around her, regained her composure by the voice that was speaking to her.

"Also, Krische'll give you a sermon later. So please stay alive, okay."

In her big sister's tone, Krische pointed her finger at Mia's eyes.

The usual exchange. A sermon.

The end of a hopelessly hellish time.

She wiped her tears,

"Ugh...Yes!"

and answered her with a smile.