Arc 7, Chapter 99 "The Thing That Rules the Sky"
--The word is 'War Cry'.
Quite simply, it is nothing more than a yell.
It is a voice that is raised to inspire oneself, one's teammates, and one's morale in the face of battle, competition, or any other kind of challenge, and gives one the strength to cut off the retreat of the mind and move forward.
The magic word to form a circle before a match, to shout a battle cry before running onto the battlefield, to come together as one - it was the right "magic" word in this world.
"......I can't believe it, I suppose."
Beatrice was absolutely stunned by the destructive power of the "Pleiades Group" led by Natsuki Subaru, a group of amateurs who furiously rushed into the enemy forces and crushed the solidly armed Imperial soldiers who were bracing themselves for battle.
A red gale horse, leaping with an earth-shattering roar, a dull-bearded man called Idola holding the reins, and an ugly riding posture with Beatrice and Subaru riding in front of it. The group advancing with it as their flagship was all under the influence of intense yang magic.
And the way it's being done is--,
"--Magic excitation."
Beatrice muttered something about a phantom technology that has existed as a word for hundreds of years, but has never been considered important, and is far from being put to practical use.
Even the "witch" Echidna, who systematized all kinds of magic, left it as an ancient "fantasy" with only a provisional name, as it was a technique that could not be reproduced by an individual.
The "magic excitation" is a method of forcibly realizing the "flowing" style of utilizing the mana circulating in the body to strengthen the body, and it induces the same effect with a different approach from yang magic.
There is a phrase, "foolhardiness on the fireplace", which expresses that in a critical situation, physical limitations are removed and a power unparalleled to the usual is exerted.
And it is recognized as a real thing in this world.
In a situation of mental or physical urgency, a normally unused gate in the body can be opened, resulting in the same state of being able to handle "Ryuuhou".
Those with superior abilities may be able to learn how to use "Ryuuhou" on their own through such experience, but the explanation of this will be omitted because it is currently outside the scope of this article.
What is important is the fact that "magic excitation" is a method of forcibly disarming the human limiter, and that it is being invoked on the entire Pleiades group, which exceeds several thousand people.
In the past, Echidna has witnessed phenomena that could be called "magic excitation" on the battlefield, and it was a small tribe that raised a battle cry that was triggering such an effect.
As was their custom on the battlefield, they continued to raise their voices before, during, and after the battle.
Their morale-inspiring shouts were accompanied by a yang-magic-like effect that raised the power of the entire tribe, and as a result, the tribe, though small in number, stood out from the others in the war.
However, even they could not resist the disadvantage of their numbers and disappeared in the midst of the war.
No effect can be produced by a randomly gathered group, no effect can be established if the number increases too much, and no reproducibility can be achieved by a single competent person. Therefore, "magic excitation" was abandoned without ever seeing the light of day.
In the present day, individuals with exceptional ability have only mastered "Ryuuhou" and it has become a story of a little courage when they shout out on the battlefield.
However--,
"""The Strongest! The Strongest!! The Strongest--!!"""
What is shining through all the members of the Pleiades group who are advancing with Subaru as they cry out is the radiance of "magic excitation", which should have been lost.
The environment is truly ideal, with Subaru at the center, a strong bond of trust, a force to be counted as one army, and no one capable of losing his or her temper by careless positive magic.
The effect of the "magic excitation" that is activated is a foul state of multiple enhancements that, in terms of Yang magic, sharpen its five senses, significantly improve its physical capabilities, jump-start its physical robustness, and dizzyingly enhance its thinking and reaction speed.
The Pleiades group, each and every one of whom had literally become a warrior of a thousand warriors - the imperial soldiers who received them without any prior information were swept away by the momentum, and the battle line was rightly "melted".
Like ice hit with a hot iron, the enemy formation was lost from the tip, and a group of amateurs broke through the middle of the enemy line at a tremendous pace.
Even more astonishing is,
"--Don't let them die if you blow them up! Make them think they can't beat you in a fight!"
"""Oh--!!"""
""Understood, boss!""
"""Just like you saved us!!"""
In a battlefield where so many people put their lives on the line, a declaration of non-lethal action was made by the head of the team, who was in the vanguard of the conflict.
A story that would be laughed off as ridiculous and child's play by those who know the battlefield probably breaks through to this day with this destructive force, and a group of amateurs who do not know the battlefield in depth take it in stride.
The blows delivered, the body strikes, blow the imperial soldiers away one after another, but the mass production is not of the dead, but of the wounded who have lost their will to fight both physically and mentally.
It is a tactical decision - not a tactical decision - that if kept alive, enemy soldiers will be left to rescue their fallen comrades. It is simply that Natsuki Subaru does not have the courage to take out the dead.
Subaru's hope that he just doesn't have the courage to do so is being fulfilled by this overwhelming force.
"Subaru, how far have you thought this through, in fact?!"
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry we're all making so much noise! But this is how we're all shouting loud and getting so excited by saying Yay, yay, yay, yay!"
"~~, this is ridiculous, I suppose!"
Unexpectedly, Beatrice also came to the same conclusion that those who have seen the outstandings on the battlefield have come to.
But she doesn't blame them. It is natural to want to say so.
With Subaru's answer just now, Beatrice understood immediately. --Subaru, and those around him, no one knows or understands anything about "magic excitation".
They are just fighting with a complete reproduction of the theory that even the "witches" have given away, armed with the incomprehensible logic that they are stronger if they raise their voices as loud as they can and fight.
And, unbeknownst to Beatrice, the only person who would be able to put that theory into practice is Natsuki Subaru, who has the authority of the "Little King" over the entire world.
"That's why......"
"Yeah?"
"That's why you're my partner, in fact!"
In the arms of Natsuki Subaru, who can do what no one else can, Beatrice affirms her situation with a supply of mana depleted by the long-awaited reunion.
In the current situation of the Pleiades group, a group of amateurs, that almost no one understands and does not need to understand, Beatrice, like Subaru's partner, exercises her head.
How can they intervene in this or any other historical moment that can never be done again?
"If they're getting off on the wrong foot, why bother getting back on their feet?"
She leans back and points her small palm toward the many Imperial soldiers who have been blown to bits.
With all of Subaru's hopes, the struggles of the warband, and the imperial style of ruling this battlefield in mind, all Beatrice does is,
"--El Shamak."
As a member of the Pleiades group, Beatrice wields her own power that is heightened to excess.
One after another, a black haze hangs over the heads of the imperial soldiers defending the fourth apex, those very soldiers, robbing them of their thoughts, stagnating their will to fight, and depriving them of the opportunity to counterattack.
--In a matter of minutes after the Pleiades group entered the battle, the fourth apex, which had suffered minimal damage in the siege of the Imperial Capital, collapsed without a trace.
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The breakneck onslaught of the Pleiades group reached the ears of Abel in the main camp immediately.
At that point, however, the name of the Pleiades group did not reach them, and they only reported that a group of soldiers appeared from the west and collided with the imperial soldiers at a tremendous rate, collapsing the defensive line.
Anyway--,
"--We had just come to play our trump card, and now you've stolen our show. It's really quite a thrill."
The beauty that echoes a brave voice to the main camp and comes at a leisurely pace takes a favorable view of the fact.
A woman with wavy hair and a white sword scar on her dignified face appeared. Dressed in a garb that would be expected of a ruffian of her noble rank, she stepped into the main camp, a woman of character, her name Serena Dracroy.
He was one of the most senior counts in the Vollachia Empire, and this time he was a traitor to the system, not to the emperor's side, but to the side of the rebels here - and one of Abel's original trump cards.
At his visit to Serena, Abel folded his arms as he gazed at the battlefield beyond.
"We were under the impression that the key to your reinforcements would be the flying dragon group?"
"Don't worry. I have no intention of changing the fact that the elite of my army is the flying dragon group. They are the unexpected ones who are now taking the battlefield by surprise."
"Not of your hand?"
"I wouldn't have to put it under my umbrella if they'd come by, but unfortunately they seem to be looking up to only one person. I used to turn a blind eye to you."
As she answered, the figure of Serena, walking on long legs, lined up next to Abel.
She peers into Abel's face with her slitted eyes and squints at his demon-masked features.
"You think I won't work with someone who hides his face?"
"I don't mean to be so boring. I don't think there is much difference between those who hide their true feelings with makeup and those who hide their true faces with masks. If the reason for hiding is a wound, I'd say it's not as bad as mine."
"I won't tell you why, but this aspect is not because of a scar. It was necessary."
"I'm sure you're right. I could read from the text that you don't do what is not necessary. I got that impression even more when we actually exchanged words."
Serena looks at Abel like that, smiling fiercely with her hands on her hips.
Of course, as the original emperor, Abel and Serena are acquainted with each other. The effect of the "recognition obstruction" of the devil's mask is a substitute that can correct such discomfort if it is minute, but it does not change the evaluation of Serena from Abel's side.
He is a fiery and progressive general who is willing to bite the emperor if necessary -- exactly what his nickname, "The Burning Lord", implies.
However, if he did not have such a temperament, he would never have been able to count it as one of the cards in his hand to give to this rebellion.
"Is that your assessment that no one else likes things like I do?"
"We had to think about how to prepare the materials to bring you in, but the main reason we chose you was to increase our chances of winning the war. But the main reason I chose you was to increase the odds of winning the war by bringing you in."
"The Imperial City has been giving us a cold shoulder, and I'm surprised that they think so highly of our flying group."
Serena shrugged her shoulders sarcastically, but despite the content of her words and the expression on her face, her reaction showed that her gut was churning at the very fact.
The existence of the flying dragon group possessed by High Countess Dracroy is the core of the reason why the Dracroy are revered and respected in the Vollachia Empire, where the strong are held in high esteem. In other words, for Serena Dracroy, it is a source of pride that must never be harmed.
Even if someone from the Dracroy territory were to commit an evil deed - even if they were to commit treason against the emperor - their competence should never be questioned.
That's why--,
"You have taken me up on this offer. You can defeat those who follow Madelyn Eschart, the flying dragon...... who rules the skies of the battlefield, and take control of the airspace."
"Actually, your attractive proposal is not the only reason I accepted your invitation...... but fulfilling it is also an important role for me at the moment. You may ask. --My flying dragon group."
"----"
"I'm not going to let those unexpected reinforcements continue to steal the show."
After assuming the role expected of her, Serena once again turned the water to the battlefield to the west. Her words once again guided my gaze, and my black eyes narrowed behind the devil's mask.
Serena is right, that group is completely from outside the assumed path. --Admittedly, she doesn't welcome them to deviate from the path she has laid out, even if it tilts the battle in my favor.
"They were the war party that was making noise in the west of the capital. You've heard of them, haven't you?"
"I was in. However, we could not read the objective of the force and judged that it would not be ready in time for the decisive battle, given its reported position. Therefore, we did not include them in our forces."
"Then that means they defied your expectations. From what I hear, they were running day and night to get to this battlefield in time."
"--. I understand the logic, but it's not a realistic course of action. How much running can you do in a day to make it in time. And even if we made it in time, there would be too many deserters to fight."
As the number of groups grows, of course, just moving them around is hard work.
The more time passes without the logistics, supply, and combat that sustain a large army, the more the frenzy wakes up, the more easily the accumulated fatigue takes away the will to fight, and the more the heart leaves the banner that is raised.
It is no small feat to bring such a person to the battlefield, and there is no way that he or she can do a proper job of fighting when he or she comes to the battlefield.
But--,
"Then, Demon Masked General, does that look like a battle of the demoralized to you?"
When asked by Serena, Abel had to deny what he saw with his own eyes.
As far as the eye could see from afar, the fighting was out of the ordinary as the group rode into the enemy lines in a cloud of smoke. Although the full extent of their shouts could not be heard, the aftermath certainly reached the main camp.
It is the delusion of a fool who has no sense of reality to call it low morale.
"It is said that one of the 'black-haired princes' who is leading the charge is one of the 'black-haired princes' who are being talked about in various parts of the country. I thought it was laughable that the illegitimate offspring of His Excellency Vincent was being scattered all over the country, but surprisingly, some of them have emerged as the real thing."
"--. I see what you mean."
"Yeah?"
Abel's thoughts clicked into place as he squinted into the distance at the clouds of dust.
Serena, who would have told the story she knows, tilts her head at Abel's words. But Abel does not respond to her doubts, but simply closes one eye in the conviction that grows inside of him.
A group of people who, with extraordinary morale and cohesion, had traversed a distance that should have been impossible to reach, and who had come up to this battlefield with their feet furiously on the ground - the true nature of the group was finally visible.
In other words--,
"--Finally, you're ready to use your power properly."
If so, it would explain the presence of the unexpected group that came from the west. And that it should probably be unexpected for the false emperor on the throne of the imperial city.
If that "black-haired crown prince" is capable of living up to the rumors - or at least, if he is capable of acting like he is.
"There is no need to make any changes to the western battlefield. But we still have the third apex to hit. We have no intention of relenting. --High Countess Dracroy."
When her name was called, Serena nodded, "I know."
Then she looked beyond Abel's gaze, at the sky dominated by flying dragons.
"Let the difference between a wild flying dragon and a trained group of flying dragons be seen by His Imperial Highness, the Emperor, who values the wild and impudent dragon people."
Yes, the real emperor of the case was next to him, and he undertook it with a wild smile on his face, without the slightest idea that the real emperor was next to him.
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--The main camp, which can overlook the entire battlefield from the rear, and keep an eye on the various anomalies in the various regions.
The reinforcements who visited there, the flying dragons who were seen as enemies by Serena Dracroy, and the dragoness Madelyn Eschart, one of the "Nine Divine Generals", who is accompanying them.
They are ferocious and never get along with people without special magic, and they show their original ferocity and danger without regret, and rampage around as a great threat to people in the battle for the Imperial Capital.
Madelyn also took care not to cause damage to her allied Imperial soldiers, but because of Madelyn's own general explanation and the presence of the flying dragons, who made no distinction between friend and foe, the damage was not as indiscriminate as when they attacked the walled city of Guaral.
Still, the threat of claws and fangs flying through the air and occasionally dropping projectiles that struck the earth like bombs was hard to ignore.
However, the flying dragons can only attack warriors who place more importance on the group than on the individual, and they are unable to break into a battle between overwhelmingly powerful beings.
The "Nine Divine Generals" guarding each peak and the elite of the rebels clashing head-on with them - there was no way for the flying dragons to intrude into such a battle that was one dimension above the others.
Therefore--,
"--I, am Mezoreia. I am the wind from the sky, following the voice of my beloved child."
"--Icicle Line!!"
Waving her hands and redrawing a line of white ice on the world she had traced, Emilia jumps.
Immediately after, a tail cleaves the snowy ground where Emilia had been until just before, with tremendous speed, and in an instant the ground is stripped away and the snow evaporates.
The one who did this was a mighty being with a huge body of white scales that seemed to be clothed in clouds flowing in the sky -- a threat to the world who was called by Madelyn, a dragon person, and descended to earth.
"Mezoreia......!"
As I recall, there was a city in the Vollachia Empire with the exact same name, Emilia thought in a corner of her mind, biting her back teeth at the power of the attack she barely avoided, her mind racing.
An ice wall rises noisily on the ground along the line of ice redrawn with icicle lines. It was not as high as the walls that surrounded the imperial city, but it was built high enough to keep the flying Mezoreia from escaping the battlefield.
"I can't let them go to everyone else."
In the midst of a battlefield that is getting colder and colder -- no, colder and colder from her, Emilia exhales white breath and expresses her determination.
To be honest, Emilia was quite troubled when Madelyn called her Mezoreia.
It was obvious that the addition of Mezoreia would make things even more difficult for them.
However, Emilia's intuition appealed to her that it would be difficult to get someone to help her.
"I hope she can fit in like Priscilla......"
Emilia is not very good at fighting with others around her in breath. She is not good at thinking while she fights. Therefore, she respects people who can think while fighting, and she thinks she can join forces with such people.
But in this situation, fighting Madelyn and her friends, it is difficult to do so.
"I'm getting colder and colder and colder."
The ice warding with icicle lines was not only to keep Mezoreia out, but also to limit the space in which Emilia could lower the temperature.
This was Petra's suggestion, but most earth dragons are vulnerable to cold. If flying dragons and water dragons have the same roots as earth dragons, they may also be vulnerable to cold.
In fact, unlike earth dragons, flying dragons flying over the sky in cooler temperatures and water dragons going through cold water have a mixed tolerance to cold, but it is irrelevant if it gets cold enough to bury that misunderstanding.
And at present, the extreme cold produced by Emilia had long exceeded that limit.
"It's like when Puck was in his fuming phase."
There was a time when, inadvertently, the mana in Puck was so late to dissipate that it almost iced the Roswaal mansion before it burned, but the coldness of the battlefield now is comparable to that.
A normal human being would not be able to hold a weapon because his hands would be numb, and his body would be very hard to move. It is so bad that even strong people are affected in no small way.
Having chosen to fight that way, Emilia has no choice but to fight alone.
At least, this time is.
"--I, am Mezoreia. I am the wind from the sky, following the voice of my beloved child."
The sky was low and thick with clouds, and Emilia's dark blue eyes shimmered as she heard a voice from overhead that sounded so heavy that she wondered if the sky itself was speaking.
There is a declaration of its supernatural presence, and the next moment it is unleashed is a blow beyond human understanding.
The mere wagging of its tail can rip the earth apart, the swing of its claws can cut off both sides of space, and its great breath is powerful enough to blow away nearly half a city.
That is the dragon, a legend that Emilia has encountered twice in just a short time.
"----"
The spread wings flipped, and the ice wall that Emilia had stood up was easily torn apart. Emilia was more than disappointed and surprised, but she dodged the flying ice bullets in a great hurry.
If you are slashed by the wings and collide carelessly with the countless ice cubes, large and small, that rain down as scattered bullets, ice as big as your own head, you will completely eliminate the mobility of your dragon opponent.
It is a fatal injury for a puny being to fight a mighty dragon.
"Ei! Yah! Yuh! Watch out!"
Therefore, Emilia danced as if she were dancing to avoid the ice blocks, and she used the ice sword and shield that she had created to fight off the ones she could not avoid.
The fact that she does not break eye contact with her opponent at that time is due to her experience of fighting directly with the "Divine Dragon" Volcanica at the Pleiades Watchtower.
The dragon's power is so far beyond the imagination of Emilia and her team that even the slightest movement that doesn't look like an attack can be incredibly dangerous.
"When I was on Volcanica, I almost blew my nose off."
It reminded Emilia of that moment, and she reaffirmed that she was glad she was here.
If you don't know how to fight dragons, you could inadvertently fall down on the first something and be ruined. But that was not the only thing Emilia recalled from her fight with Mezoreia.
Following Madelyn's call, the "Cloud Dragon" Mezoreia, who soared through the sky and onto the battlefield - her outrageous fighting style, which is unique to dragons, is of course, very difficult.
"Mezoreia! Please listen to me! I want to fight Madelyn, too......"
"--I, am Mezoreia. I am the wind from the sky, following the voice of my beloved child."
"Ugh, I knew it......"
Emilia, however, repulsed by the words of her voice, Mezoreia shook her long beard without listening, and looked down at the little Emilia on the ground with her eyes.
Emilia met that gaze head-on, her entire thin body full of energy, and bit her teeth at the fact that she was feeling, grimly, what she was feeling.
It is--,
"--I, am Mezoreia. I am the wind from the sky, following the voice of my beloved child."
"Just like Volcanica, it's too old to remember everything!"
For the second time in her life, she encountered a dragon, a supernatural being - the "Cloud Dragon" Mezoreia, who rules the sky, was also a blur, just like the "Divine Dragon" she encountered at the tower.
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--The word is 'War Cry'.
Quite simply, it is nothing more than a yell.
It is a voice that is raised to inspire oneself, one's teammates, and one's morale in the face of battle, competition, or any other kind of challenge, and gives one the strength to cut off the retreat of the mind and move forward.
The magic word to form a circle before a match, to shout a battle cry before running onto the battlefield, to come together as one - it was the right "magic" word in this world.
"......I can't believe it, I suppose."
Beatrice was absolutely stunned by the destructive power of the "Pleiades Group" led by Natsuki Subaru, a group of amateurs who furiously rushed into the enemy forces and crushed the solidly armed Imperial soldiers who were bracing themselves for battle.
A red gale horse, leaping with an earth-shattering roar, a dull-bearded man called Idola holding the reins, and an ugly riding posture with Beatrice and Subaru riding in front of it. The group advancing with it as their flagship was all under the influence of intense yang magic.
And the way it's being done is--,
"--Magic excitation."
Beatrice muttered something about a phantom technology that has existed as a word for hundreds of years, but has never been considered important, and is far from being put to practical use.
Even the "witch" Echidna, who systematized all kinds of magic, left it as an ancient "fantasy" with only a provisional name, as it was a technique that could not be reproduced by an individual.
The "magic excitation" is a method of forcibly realizing the "flowing" style of utilizing the mana circulating in the body to strengthen the body, and it induces the same effect with a different approach from yang magic.
There is a phrase, "foolhardiness on the fireplace", which expresses that in a critical situation, physical limitations are removed and a power unparalleled to the usual is exerted.
And it is recognized as a real thing in this world.
In a situation of mental or physical urgency, a normally unused gate in the body can be opened, resulting in the same state of being able to handle "Ryuuhou".
Those with superior abilities may be able to learn how to use "Ryuuhou" on their own through such experience, but the explanation of this will be omitted because it is currently outside the scope of this article.
What is important is the fact that "magic excitation" is a method of forcibly disarming the human limiter, and that it is being invoked on the entire Pleiades group, which exceeds several thousand people.
In the past, Echidna has witnessed phenomena that could be called "magic excitation" on the battlefield, and it was a small tribe that raised a battle cry that was triggering such an effect.
As was their custom on the battlefield, they continued to raise their voices before, during, and after the battle.
Their morale-inspiring shouts were accompanied by a yang-magic-like effect that raised the power of the entire tribe, and as a result, the tribe, though small in number, stood out from the others in the war.
However, even they could not resist the disadvantage of their numbers and disappeared in the midst of the war.
No effect can be produced by a randomly gathered group, no effect can be established if the number increases too much, and no reproducibility can be achieved by a single competent person. Therefore, "magic excitation" was abandoned without ever seeing the light of day.
In the present day, individuals with exceptional ability have only mastered "Ryuuhou" and it has become a story of a little courage when they shout out on the battlefield.
However--,
"""The Strongest! The Strongest!! The Strongest--!!"""
What is shining through all the members of the Pleiades group who are advancing with Subaru as they cry out is the radiance of "magic excitation", which should have been lost.
The environment is truly ideal, with Subaru at the center, a strong bond of trust, a force to be counted as one army, and no one capable of losing his or her temper by careless positive magic.
The effect of the "magic excitation" that is activated is a foul state of multiple enhancements that, in terms of Yang magic, sharpen its five senses, significantly improve its physical capabilities, jump-start its physical robustness, and dizzyingly enhance its thinking and reaction speed.
The Pleiades group, each and every one of whom had literally become a warrior of a thousand warriors - the imperial soldiers who received them without any prior information were swept away by the momentum, and the battle line was rightly "melted".
Like ice hit with a hot iron, the enemy formation was lost from the tip, and a group of amateurs broke through the middle of the enemy line at a tremendous pace.
Even more astonishing is,
"--Don't let them die if you blow them up! Make them think they can't beat you in a fight!"
"""Oh--!!"""
""Understood, boss!""
"""Just like you saved us!!"""
In a battlefield where so many people put their lives on the line, a declaration of non-lethal action was made by the head of the team, who was in the vanguard of the conflict.
A story that would be laughed off as ridiculous and child's play by those who know the battlefield probably breaks through to this day with this destructive force, and a group of amateurs who do not know the battlefield in depth take it in stride.
The blows delivered, the body strikes, blow the imperial soldiers away one after another, but the mass production is not of the dead, but of the wounded who have lost their will to fight both physically and mentally.
It is a tactical decision - not a tactical decision - that if kept alive, enemy soldiers will be left to rescue their fallen comrades. It is simply that Natsuki Subaru does not have the courage to take out the dead.
Subaru's hope that he just doesn't have the courage to do so is being fulfilled by this overwhelming force.
"Subaru, how far have you thought this through, in fact?!"
"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry we're all making so much noise! But this is how we're all shouting loud and getting so excited by saying Yay, yay, yay, yay!"
"~~, this is ridiculous, I suppose!"
Unexpectedly, Beatrice also came to the same conclusion that those who have seen the outstandings on the battlefield have come to.
But she doesn't blame them. It is natural to want to say so.
With Subaru's answer just now, Beatrice understood immediately. --Subaru, and those around him, no one knows or understands anything about "magic excitation".
They are just fighting with a complete reproduction of the theory that even the "witches" have given away, armed with the incomprehensible logic that they are stronger if they raise their voices as loud as they can and fight.
And, unbeknownst to Beatrice, the only person who would be able to put that theory into practice is Natsuki Subaru, who has the authority of the "Little King" over the entire world.
"That's why......"
"Yeah?"
"That's why you're my partner, in fact!"
In the arms of Natsuki Subaru, who can do what no one else can, Beatrice affirms her situation with a supply of mana depleted by the long-awaited reunion.
In the current situation of the Pleiades group, a group of amateurs, that almost no one understands and does not need to understand, Beatrice, like Subaru's partner, exercises her head.
How can they intervene in this or any other historical moment that can never be done again?
"If they're getting off on the wrong foot, why bother getting back on their feet?"
She leans back and points her small palm toward the many Imperial soldiers who have been blown to bits.
With all of Subaru's hopes, the struggles of the warband, and the imperial style of ruling this battlefield in mind, all Beatrice does is,
"--El Shamak."
As a member of the Pleiades group, Beatrice wields her own power that is heightened to excess.
One after another, a black haze hangs over the heads of the imperial soldiers defending the fourth apex, those very soldiers, robbing them of their thoughts, stagnating their will to fight, and depriving them of the opportunity to counterattack.
--In a matter of minutes after the Pleiades group entered the battle, the fourth apex, which had suffered minimal damage in the siege of the Imperial Capital, collapsed without a trace.
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The breakneck onslaught of the Pleiades group reached the ears of Abel in the main camp immediately.
At that point, however, the name of the Pleiades group did not reach them, and they only reported that a group of soldiers appeared from the west and collided with the imperial soldiers at a tremendous rate, collapsing the defensive line.
Anyway--,
"--We had just come to play our trump card, and now you've stolen our show. It's really quite a thrill."
The beauty that echoes a brave voice to the main camp and comes at a leisurely pace takes a favorable view of the fact.
A woman with wavy hair and a white sword scar on her dignified face appeared. Dressed in a garb that would be expected of a ruffian of her noble rank, she stepped into the main camp, a woman of character, her name Serena Dracroy.
He was one of the most senior counts in the Vollachia Empire, and this time he was a traitor to the system, not to the emperor's side, but to the side of the rebels here - and one of Abel's original trump cards.
At his visit to Serena, Abel folded his arms as he gazed at the battlefield beyond.
"We were under the impression that the key to your reinforcements would be the flying dragon group?"
"Don't worry. I have no intention of changing the fact that the elite of my army is the flying dragon group. They are the unexpected ones who are now taking the battlefield by surprise."
"Not of your hand?"
"I wouldn't have to put it under my umbrella if they'd come by, but unfortunately they seem to be looking up to only one person. I used to turn a blind eye to you."
As she answered, the figure of Serena, walking on long legs, lined up next to Abel.
She peers into Abel's face with her slitted eyes and squints at his demon-masked features.
"You think I won't work with someone who hides his face?"
"I don't mean to be so boring. I don't think there is much difference between those who hide their true feelings with makeup and those who hide their true faces with masks. If the reason for hiding is a wound, I'd say it's not as bad as mine."
"I won't tell you why, but this aspect is not because of a scar. It was necessary."
"I'm sure you're right. I could read from the text that you don't do what is not necessary. I got that impression even more when we actually exchanged words."
Serena looks at Abel like that, smiling fiercely with her hands on her hips.
Of course, as the original emperor, Abel and Serena are acquainted with each other. The effect of the "recognition obstruction" of the devil's mask is a substitute that can correct such discomfort if it is minute, but it does not change the evaluation of Serena from Abel's side.
He is a fiery and progressive general who is willing to bite the emperor if necessary -- exactly what his nickname, "The Burning Lord", implies.
However, if he did not have such a temperament, he would never have been able to count it as one of the cards in his hand to give to this rebellion.
"Is that your assessment that no one else likes things like I do?"
"We had to think about how to prepare the materials to bring you in, but the main reason we chose you was to increase our chances of winning the war. But the main reason I chose you was to increase the odds of winning the war by bringing you in."
"The Imperial City has been giving us a cold shoulder, and I'm surprised that they think so highly of our flying group."
Serena shrugged her shoulders sarcastically, but despite the content of her words and the expression on her face, her reaction showed that her gut was churning at the very fact.
The existence of the flying dragon group possessed by High Countess Dracroy is the core of the reason why the Dracroy are revered and respected in the Vollachia Empire, where the strong are held in high esteem. In other words, for Serena Dracroy, it is a source of pride that must never be harmed.
Even if someone from the Dracroy territory were to commit an evil deed - even if they were to commit treason against the emperor - their competence should never be questioned.
That's why--,
"You have taken me up on this offer. You can defeat those who follow Madelyn Eschart, the flying dragon...... who rules the skies of the battlefield, and take control of the airspace."
"Actually, your attractive proposal is not the only reason I accepted your invitation...... but fulfilling it is also an important role for me at the moment. You may ask. --My flying dragon group."
"----"
"I'm not going to let those unexpected reinforcements continue to steal the show."
After assuming the role expected of her, Serena once again turned the water to the battlefield to the west. Her words once again guided my gaze, and my black eyes narrowed behind the devil's mask.
Serena is right, that group is completely from outside the assumed path. --Admittedly, she doesn't welcome them to deviate from the path she has laid out, even if it tilts the battle in my favor.
"They were the war party that was making noise in the west of the capital. You've heard of them, haven't you?"
"I was in. However, we could not read the objective of the force and judged that it would not be ready in time for the decisive battle, given its reported position. Therefore, we did not include them in our forces."
"Then that means they defied your expectations. From what I hear, they were running day and night to get to this battlefield in time."
"--. I understand the logic, but it's not a realistic course of action. How much running can you do in a day to make it in time. And even if we made it in time, there would be too many deserters to fight."
As the number of groups grows, of course, just moving them around is hard work.
The more time passes without the logistics, supply, and combat that sustain a large army, the more the frenzy wakes up, the more easily the accumulated fatigue takes away the will to fight, and the more the heart leaves the banner that is raised.
It is no small feat to bring such a person to the battlefield, and there is no way that he or she can do a proper job of fighting when he or she comes to the battlefield.
But--,
"Then, Demon Masked General, does that look like a battle of the demoralized to you?"
When asked by Serena, Abel had to deny what he saw with his own eyes.
As far as the eye could see from afar, the fighting was out of the ordinary as the group rode into the enemy lines in a cloud of smoke. Although the full extent of their shouts could not be heard, the aftermath certainly reached the main camp.
It is the delusion of a fool who has no sense of reality to call it low morale.
"It is said that one of the 'black-haired princes' who is leading the charge is one of the 'black-haired princes' who are being talked about in various parts of the country. I thought it was laughable that the illegitimate offspring of His Excellency Vincent was being scattered all over the country, but surprisingly, some of them have emerged as the real thing."
"--. I see what you mean."
"Yeah?"
Abel's thoughts clicked into place as he squinted into the distance at the clouds of dust.
Serena, who would have told the story she knows, tilts her head at Abel's words. But Abel does not respond to her doubts, but simply closes one eye in the conviction that grows inside of him.
A group of people who, with extraordinary morale and cohesion, had traversed a distance that should have been impossible to reach, and who had come up to this battlefield with their feet furiously on the ground - the true nature of the group was finally visible.
In other words--,
"--Finally, you're ready to use your power properly."
If so, it would explain the presence of the unexpected group that came from the west. And that it should probably be unexpected for the false emperor on the throne of the imperial city.
If that "black-haired crown prince" is capable of living up to the rumors - or at least, if he is capable of acting like he is.
"There is no need to make any changes to the western battlefield. But we still have the third apex to hit. We have no intention of relenting. --High Countess Dracroy."
When her name was called, Serena nodded, "I know."
Then she looked beyond Abel's gaze, at the sky dominated by flying dragons.
"Let the difference between a wild flying dragon and a trained group of flying dragons be seen by His Imperial Highness, the Emperor, who values the wild and impudent dragon people."
Yes, the real emperor of the case was next to him, and he undertook it with a wild smile on his face, without the slightest idea that the real emperor was next to him.
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--The main camp, which can overlook the entire battlefield from the rear, and keep an eye on the various anomalies in the various regions.
The reinforcements who visited there, the flying dragons who were seen as enemies by Serena Dracroy, and the dragoness Madelyn Eschart, one of the "Nine Divine Generals", who is accompanying them.
They are ferocious and never get along with people without special magic, and they show their original ferocity and danger without regret, and rampage around as a great threat to people in the battle for the Imperial Capital.
Madelyn also took care not to cause damage to her allied Imperial soldiers, but because of Madelyn's own general explanation and the presence of the flying dragons, who made no distinction between friend and foe, the damage was not as indiscriminate as when they attacked the walled city of Guaral.
Still, the threat of claws and fangs flying through the air and occasionally dropping projectiles that struck the earth like bombs was hard to ignore.
However, the flying dragons can only attack warriors who place more importance on the group than on the individual, and they are unable to break into a battle between overwhelmingly powerful beings.
The "Nine Divine Generals" guarding each peak and the elite of the rebels clashing head-on with them - there was no way for the flying dragons to intrude into such a battle that was one dimension above the others.
Therefore--,
"--I, am Mezoreia. I am the wind from the sky, following the voice of my beloved child."
"--Icicle Line!!"
Waving her hands and redrawing a line of white ice on the world she had traced, Emilia jumps.
Immediately after, a tail cleaves the snowy ground where Emilia had been until just before, with tremendous speed, and in an instant the ground is stripped away and the snow evaporates.
The one who did this was a mighty being with a huge body of white scales that seemed to be clothed in clouds flowing in the sky -- a threat to the world who was called by Madelyn, a dragon person, and descended to earth.
"Mezoreia......!"
As I recall, there was a city in the Vollachia Empire with the exact same name, Emilia thought in a corner of her mind, biting her back teeth at the power of the attack she barely avoided, her mind racing.
An ice wall rises noisily on the ground along the line of ice redrawn with icicle lines. It was not as high as the walls that surrounded the imperial city, but it was built high enough to keep the flying Mezoreia from escaping the battlefield.
"I can't let them go to everyone else."
In the midst of a battlefield that is getting colder and colder -- no, colder and colder from her, Emilia exhales white breath and expresses her determination.
To be honest, Emilia was quite troubled when Madelyn called her Mezoreia.
It was obvious that the addition of Mezoreia would make things even more difficult for them.
However, Emilia's intuition appealed to her that it would be difficult to get someone to help her.
"I hope she can fit in like Priscilla......"
Emilia is not very good at fighting with others around her in breath. She is not good at thinking while she fights. Therefore, she respects people who can think while fighting, and she thinks she can join forces with such people.
But in this situation, fighting Madelyn and her friends, it is difficult to do so.
"I'm getting colder and colder and colder."
The ice warding with icicle lines was not only to keep Mezoreia out, but also to limit the space in which Emilia could lower the temperature.
This was Petra's suggestion, but most earth dragons are vulnerable to cold. If flying dragons and water dragons have the same roots as earth dragons, they may also be vulnerable to cold.
In fact, unlike earth dragons, flying dragons flying over the sky in cooler temperatures and water dragons going through cold water have a mixed tolerance to cold, but it is irrelevant if it gets cold enough to bury that misunderstanding.
And at present, the extreme cold produced by Emilia had long exceeded that limit.
"It's like when Puck was in his fuming phase."
There was a time when, inadvertently, the mana in Puck was so late to dissipate that it almost iced the Roswaal mansion before it burned, but the coldness of the battlefield now is comparable to that.
A normal human being would not be able to hold a weapon because his hands would be numb, and his body would be very hard to move. It is so bad that even strong people are affected in no small way.
Having chosen to fight that way, Emilia has no choice but to fight alone.
At least, this time is.
"--I, am Mezoreia. I am the wind from the sky, following the voice of my beloved child."
The sky was low and thick with clouds, and Emilia's dark blue eyes shimmered as she heard a voice from overhead that sounded so heavy that she wondered if the sky itself was speaking.
There is a declaration of its supernatural presence, and the next moment it is unleashed is a blow beyond human understanding.
The mere wagging of its tail can rip the earth apart, the swing of its claws can cut off both sides of space, and its great breath is powerful enough to blow away nearly half a city.
That is the dragon, a legend that Emilia has encountered twice in just a short time.
"----"
The spread wings flipped, and the ice wall that Emilia had stood up was easily torn apart. Emilia was more than disappointed and surprised, but she dodged the flying ice bullets in a great hurry.
If you are slashed by the wings and collide carelessly with the countless ice cubes, large and small, that rain down as scattered bullets, ice as big as your own head, you will completely eliminate the mobility of your dragon opponent.
It is a fatal injury for a puny being to fight a mighty dragon.
"Ei! Yah! Yuh! Watch out!"
Therefore, Emilia danced as if she were dancing to avoid the ice blocks, and she used the ice sword and shield that she had created to fight off the ones she could not avoid.
The fact that she does not break eye contact with her opponent at that time is due to her experience of fighting directly with the "Divine Dragon" Volcanica at the Pleiades Watchtower.
The dragon's power is so far beyond the imagination of Emilia and her team that even the slightest movement that doesn't look like an attack can be incredibly dangerous.
"When I was on Volcanica, I almost blew my nose off."
It reminded Emilia of that moment, and she reaffirmed that she was glad she was here.
If you don't know how to fight dragons, you could inadvertently fall down on the first something and be ruined. But that was not the only thing Emilia recalled from her fight with Mezoreia.
Following Madelyn's call, the "Cloud Dragon" Mezoreia, who soared through the sky and onto the battlefield - her outrageous fighting style, which is unique to dragons, is of course, very difficult.
"Mezoreia! Please listen to me! I want to fight Madelyn, too......"
"--I, am Mezoreia. I am the wind from the sky, following the voice of my beloved child."
"Ugh, I knew it......"
Emilia, however, repulsed by the words of her voice, Mezoreia shook her long beard without listening, and looked down at the little Emilia on the ground with her eyes.
Emilia met that gaze head-on, her entire thin body full of energy, and bit her teeth at the fact that she was feeling, grimly, what she was feeling.
It is--,
"--I, am Mezoreia. I am the wind from the sky, following the voice of my beloved child."
"Just like Volcanica, it's too old to remember everything!"
For the second time in her life, she encountered a dragon, a supernatural being - the "Cloud Dragon" Mezoreia, who rules the sky, was also a blur, just like the "Divine Dragon" she encountered at the tower.
