33 – fail-4

The first emotion Celia felt when she saw his eyes was that distant and deep sadness.

His pain was greater than she thought.

The two of them were staring at each other without doing anything.

she was afraid It seemed as though he would run down this street any moment and crush her like Nerwen, who had just fallen down.

However, the guilt was greater than that. If no one else knew, at least the saintess knew what a good person he was.

Even now, they are suffering more than those who are being beaten. It was her fault for pushing him to this point.

“Sorry…”

I desperately wanted to ask what had happened. What it means to go back, how he was able to defeat the princess and the Farseer, what he will do now.

But that question was what she wanted, not what she had to do.

“Should I… die, too?”

It was all her delusions about who liked who and whether there was a hidden relationship.

Everyone was a sinner. Everyone was an accomplice, and everyone was responsible.

If he healed others with divine spells, the battle might continue, but seeing Enerel’s calm expression, he didn’t think he could win.

Even if it was possible, I didn’t want to do it.

It’s stupid, but I didn’t know. He thought he could stand it.

He was the one who never said anything bad to anyone. I didn’t even want to imagine how much pain I must have felt before this anger erupted.

He blankly looked around. There were fallen people and a messed up magic circle.

A moment of silence passed. However, the sound of urgent footsteps getting closer and closer broke the small peace.

Celia realized what she could do.

“Yeah man! Where is this place!”

An old knight and the imperial guard stormed into the basement. The soldiers who had fled leaving the princess behind gathered again.

“First, bring His Majesty the Emperor and His Highness! My knights stand next to me! Stop him!”

With precious armor and a disciplined posture, the garrison made a display.

“I wondered if some thief had broken into this place, but I never thought he would have done such a grand thing.”

The old knight in the lead drew magic from his sword and lifted it. It was an escort that chased the elves and saints, but the danger here was far more powerful and ferocious.

“Sir Reinhardt… avoid… come on…”

Eleanor begged them to return with her last strength, but she couldn’t dampen their pride.

As if it were a monster that had appeared in the imperial palace, nervous gazes attacked Enerel.

“Don’t be careful. Give up your life. It’s an existence that has the power to overwhelm a hero. Whether it’s the return of the devil or the tyranny of the old dragon, we won’t be able to survive.”

The old knight glared at Enerel with unwavering eyes.

“Saintess, we will block this place, so hurry and avoid it.”

The guard tried to carry Celia out, but she shook her head vigorously.

“Oh, no. No. If you see the blood now, there’s really no going back then…”

The saintess tried to avoid the guards’ hands by any means, but it wasn’t easy because she couldn’t use both arms.

The index finger of her right hand became a brush stained with her own blood, and she was constantly writing prayers on the drawing paper called her left hand.

“We will protect the others somehow! The Princess, Lord Nerwen, and Farseer will come out somehow!”

They thought the reason Celia couldn’t go out was because of her remaining colleagues. He thought that if he promised to evacuate everyone safely, she would follow suit.

The reality was a little different. Of course, they were precious friends to the saintess, but the real reason was elsewhere.

That man who knocked everyone down right there with his vicious aura was the real reason she couldn’t take a step forward.

“Not anymore. Really, not now…”

The opportunities were countless.

Would it have been a little different if I had spoken warmer words to him, ignored the wizard’s instructions and cast divine spells enough for him to feel comfortable, prepared to fight against the other party members and protected him?

If that wasn’t enough, would it have been a little different if he had protected him even if he slightly turned his eyes away from sacred objects and the precepts of the goddess?

It’s all late. Enerel has already collapsed, and people have fallen. But, if this isn’t the end.

Then really, this might be the last chance. Celia didn’t want to miss any more opportunities. even if you die yourself

The old knight drew his sword and aimed it at it, but Enerel did nothing with the holy sword hanging limp.

“If there is no hostility, surrender. Since I have done this to His Majesty the Emperor, I may not be able to return alive, but at least I will give you a fair trial.”

“How far should we be hostile?”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t like it!”

A swift sword unsuitable for his age attacked Enerel. He stood there blankly until the last minute, then lifted the holy sword lightly and deflected it.

“Damn it, what power…”

There was no strength in the hand that held the holy sword, let alone the arm that could block the sword. However, as if the sword wanted to stick to him, the holy sword did not intend to get out of his hand.

“Take it!”

“Who should I kill?”

“Of course, all of us!”

Reinhardt shouted and rushed at Enerel. Sword and sword collided.

It was a bit more like a fight than Eleanor’s. It was different from Eleanor, who was accustomed to the hero’s power, but was quickly taken away, and spent years teaching her how to fight.

“Damn it, don’t slack off!”

However, it was impossible for an old knight to fight and win against a hero with just that, no, to waste time.

However, Enerel had no reason to feel anger toward him.

“…Why don’t we just go?”

“To His Majesty the Emperor, there is no imperial citizen who has not received grace from Her Highness the Princess!”

There was no reason for the person who wielded the sword to protect him to be intoxicated by the gloomy atmosphere created by someone like Enerel.

“I was caught up in a power struggle and had to live as a dew in the execution ground! It was the Emperor who supported me then!”

Other garrisons aimed at Enerel’s flanks and rear, but were unable to intervene. Those who plucked up the courage to rush in were caught up in their fight and bounced away.

The holy sword could not cut through the flesh. However, that didn’t mean it was safe.

He had no experience fighting someone weaker than himself. Monsters were monsters that it was only natural to kill them with their full power, and Eleanor, who would have faced swords the most, could not get hurt even if he swung the sword with all his strength.

Seeing her painfully crawling on the ground with broken shoulders and broken ribs, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that it was just a corpse that was still breathing.

“Do you think I’ll give it to you!”

Enerel narrowly avoided his sword. Even in a battle where there was no way they would be pushed back if they collided with all their might, they took a step back one step at a time.

Emotions intensify, breathing becomes rough. The sword loaded with magical power weighed down Enerel’s holy sword.

“I was relieved when I heard that they had achieved greater achievements than anyone else and defeated the demon king faster than any other hero, but…”

Reinhardt adjusted his breathing. The sword held in both hands soared straight into the sky.

“You guys, the end of it! Do you think you can decorate it with death!”

It was a sword as heavy as a mountain. A mighty sword that can only be obtained with an upright mind and honest training, without any disturbance.

Reinhardt had neither the thought nor the doubt that it would be blocked.

I just strike my sword down for the sake of the disciple I love, for the Emperor I am loyal to.

“Haaa!!!”

However, the sword did not reach. The sword bounced off the strong repulsive force.

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Just by making up his mind and lifting the holy sword with all his might, his sword strikes became meaningless.

“No, is it okay…”

“We will help!”

Between him hesitating for a moment, new knights came in again and swung their swords at Enerel.

Naturally, they were more easily defeated and fell to the ground.

There were already many fainted soldiers around. Soldiers incapacitated were escorted through the narrow stairs, and new soldiers continued to enter.

There were several knights mixed in, but even Eleanor, who was the best among the knights, and Reinhardt, who was just below him, were opponents who could not be hurt.

The bravest and most responsible fell first.

And later, even the soldiers who were just close to the imperial palace gathered.

“…Can we stop now?”

Reinhardt did not fall.

It wasn’t that someone who had already fallen like Eleanor was seriously beaten by the holy sword, but he was still in no condition to fight normally.

Other soldiers, endlessly pouring in, were assisting him.

“Stop? Stop? If I step out of here, you’re thinking of doing the same thing to the princess again.”

The old knight’s voice softened a lot. Or, maybe you’re too tired to yell.

“Oh, that’s right! Ha, not one of them will back down!”

A nobleman who had recently been recognized for his achievements and moved up to the capital agreed. His voice trembled, but he seemed unwilling to turn his back on Enerel.

There was fear in their eyes, but it didn’t reach their feet.

Exhausted again, Enerel, holding the holy sword, saw a guard with a familiar face.

“Baron…?”