The battle was over, but the gains gained apart from successfully repulsing the enemy were negligible.
He inflicted wounds on the cavalry, but couldn't suppress it, and destroyed Cheon Tong, but it wasn't the body in the first place. Tyr, infuriated by the sight of Cheontong, consumed too much darkness.
It was a pity for the darkness he had worked so hard to save, but Tyr was blunt in that respect.
[It was irresistible. If I hadn't hunted down the angel, I would have fallen out of the vase.]
“What kind of vase is a vase? As long as you don't send blood to your head, it will sink by itself.”
Aside from my complaint, Seonghwangcheong is Tyr's seizure button. Just like a cat chasing a mouse, Tyr is so enraged that he loses his temper when he sees Seonghwangcheong.
I understand that, so I don't say anything more. I turned the steering wheel, stepping on the pedal that had now lost its meaning.
“Anyway, the loss is huge. There is also a fortress over there, and each individual is a national power, so even a surprise attack will inevitably cause damage.”
In a world where one strong man has the power to compete with a thousand people, what is the most difficult enemy of a country?
Of course, that's guerrilla.
A person with strong power spreads mobility and commits destructive acts while roaming the country. He cannot even stand against him unless he is as strong as him. Like a parasite inside his body, he steadily moths the whole country, causing enormous damage.
Of course, sending a strong man to another country to die is detrimental, but historically, the stories of great men who infiltrated the enemy country and lost their time in the crisis of extinction are handed down from generation to generation.
It's what we're doing now, but it's the same with the enemy. If they are even a little far apart, they will be hunted from the weakest side.
I glanced at the biggest victim of this attack.
“Selfie… .”
The princess sat on one side of the luggage compartment with her knees wrapped around her, mourning the death of the horse.
Since it was impossible to carry even a horse's corpse in a narrow luggage compartment, the regressor used Jizan's power to make a grave for selfies. After a brief memorial service in front of the tomb, the princess got into the carriage, glancing behind him with red eyes.
Before the selfie died, all the selfies were in the selfie, but after the selfie died, most of the selfies seemed to have moved inside the princess.
While feeling the vibration of the carriage, the princess reflected on her stomach, looked at the passing scenery and remembered the selfie, and was depressed while instinctively taking the food for the selfie while eating something.
“bruise. Woof woof.”
Aji stood by the princess without a word. She felt the princess's feelings and was meant to comfort her.
The returner also glanced at him.
I felt sorry for my co-workers in the previous episode, but that was a story from the past. A regressor with a short-circuited experience did not approach the princess apart from his heart.
Don't have a horse? There is that too. your personality like that? That's right.
But the most important reason was the sense of heterogeneity.
'… The tone and appearance are similar to those of that time, but it is definitely different from the princess I knew. At that time, I wasn't weak enough to show my tears even if my colleague died.'
A regressor does not mourn someone's death. I feel pity or regret, but there is no room or need to be sad about it.
It can be said that the heart is worn out, but more than that, no matter what tragedy strikes, it is enough to return.
'Well, at this point, it's still too early. Even the princess can still be soft.'
It was when the regressor nodded his head to the conclusion that these wounds piled up and piled up to become the princess of that time.
I lowered my voice and suggested to the returnee.
“Say, this is your chance. Go ahead and say a word of comfort.”
“How do you comfort me? Comforting doesn’t change anything.”
'You have to come back to make a difference. But, I can't go back for just one horse. In the first place, if you've come all the way here, even if the princess dies, you won't come back.'
“It puts my mind at ease, my heart.”
“What do you do when you feel comfortable? But the selfie never comes back.”
'I have the power to take away the princess's sorrow, and the power to bring her selfies back… I'm not doing it. It's just hypocrisy to keep your mouth shut and comfort you when you have the power to undo all of this. So, even if no one else knows, I have no right to comfort you.'
Well, that's negative.
You have to understand the way you think. No, I have mind reading in the first place, so there is no one who doesn't understand.
I don't understand why he talks over the golem like a signalman, or puts a cog in his head like Maximilian and connects only when necessary, but… Because the regressor puts memories and experiences where I can't see them, but the thoughts themselves are read.
So it's even more frustrating. I sighed.
“So it’s not popular.”
“What? Wanna die?”
These ears are bright again. I quietly raised my voice and changed the topic.
“Shay, no matter how you look at it, princesses are not suitable for battle. Was it really necessary to bring the princess to this fight?”
“You’ve come all the way here, can’t you send me back?”
“As well as that, shouldn’t you have said no when the princess offered to come with you in the first place? A spy who has infiltrated the military can only be reached with Shiati.”
“… It's definitely what he said.”
'Why are you asking at this moment when the horse is dead? Wait, maybe? Is the horse dead?'
The returner looked at me with a hopeful feeling.
“You, don’t you think that the princess’s use is exhausted just because the horse is dead?”
“uh? Shay, have you mastered mind-reading?”
“You have neither blood nor tears?!”
“Please. I am also an ordinary person who bleeds and sheds tears. I just have nothing to shed for the beast.”
“It’s really great! Did you say that a child like this will feel at ease?!”
'To Aji and to Butterfly. This guy is really harsh on beasts! Even the lord of all things doesn't treat him like this!'
just to deal with. All you have to do is treat the beast as an animal, what more do you want?
The returner sighed as he scolded me.
“Have I not explained to you properly yet? What is the power that comes down to the blood of a princess, the Grandiomor royal family?”
“Well, I know roughly.”
“It would be easier to explain. The Grandiomor royal family, the power that descends from that bloodline… The essence of that power, simply described as the ability to avoid hostility, is peace.”
The regressor began to elaborate on what she knew.
“Belief that the other person will not harm me. A promise that each other will not regard each other as tasty prey. power of society. We need that power.”
“why? Maybe in order to end everything peacefully?”
“That’s right. My purpose is… It is to prevent war, not to start a new war.”
The power of the returner is strong. With Cheon-Aeng and Ji-Jan in both hands, in fact, a regressor alone can cause a tremendous disaster.
In the first place, Jizan is a relic left behind by the great master who created the abyss alone. In addition to that, the regressor with unparalleled fighting power, along with Cheon Aeng, has the ability to inflict greater casualties, although less mysterious than the abyss.
But it doesn't.
Because her purpose is something that can never be achieved by murder.
“If we destroy the communications headquarters and only crush the war-fighting capabilities, the military power that has suffered communications problems will fall into great chaos. Anyway, we have to stop fighting and leave when the time is right. In that situation, the power of peace that the princess has will shine.”
'It's a little forceful, but now that the King of the Beasts has been secured and Tirkanjaka is also with him. and… Now that I joined the Musketeers, I have enough strength. you can do it.'
hoo. The returnees all had plans. I feel sorry for everyone who thought I might have lived without a plan because I could rewrite my life again.
He asked me everything I was curious about.
“But in the end there was a coup against the royal family, right?”
“Oh, I shouldn’t have. Even though the royal family knew roughly the power of their bloodline, they did not show their face in front of the citizens. How can I be at peace when I don't have a chance to use my powers?”
“Did Maximilien, the sixth commander, openly intend to kill the princess?”
When the story of Maximilian came out, the returnee looked very distasteful.
“He is different. He… He touched his cognition as a ploy to counter his mystery. I don't know how, and I don't want to know, but… Rest assured though.”
The regressor tapped Cheon Aeng and Jizan with his fingers and showed a very trustworthy smile.
“The next time we meet, we will never be able to run away. You won't even have time to look at the princess.”
It was a strategic statement to the last, but the regressor overlooked an important fact while immersed in the story.
Just because the front seat and the rear luggage compartment are separated, that voice cannot be heard by the princess.
The way to overcome the sadness of loss is not to commemorate it, but to move forward with it. There is good reason why time keeps moving forward is considered a hundred pills.
Biting her lips and clenching her fists, the princess raised her head. The regressor, who had been talking about the princess until recently, passed it on without hesitation.
'uh? did you hear Well, I didn't mean that I couldn't.'
But returner, you don't know yet. how you look
The princess moved from the narrow luggage compartment and came closer to the seat in front. Close to the front seat, the princess brought her hands to her chest and opened his mouth.
“… zero.”
“uh? me?”
As the returner pointed to herself, the princess smiled a little and nodded her head.
“Thank you. Although my power is weak, even I don't know how to use it. I will do my best to help the ball. For me, and… for the ball.”
“Uh, huh? thank you.”
'… ? What the hell is going on? It wasn't me who saved the princess back then, it was her… ?'
I know. Lately I've been helping the princess, so why are you getting a thank you note?
However, he is still looking forward, so he cannot send a cold gaze. In the meantime, the returner collected the price of my talents.
“And, if… When all of this is over.”
The princess, thinking about something, shook her head and picked up the words.
“It is too early to discuss him yet. For now, I will be preparing to contact the insider.”
“uh? uh.”
The princess nodded and walked away. Still unable to grasp what had happened, the regressor widened his eyes and lowered his voice.
“Are you ambitious? I thought the horse would die and be depressed.”
“I guess so. Until a little while ago.”
“It’s better if you’re refreshed.”
You are so pure too. No, I can't say it's pure because it's the first time this has happened to a regressor. Were you more popular when you were a man?
No, maybe it would have been okay if I was a woman. If only she hadn't dressed up as a man.
Tyr, who was watching the situation from the shade behind my back seat, said something unbearable.
[…] phew. Isn't his resourcefulness so good?]
“Are you Soo-Wan? I don’t know what you mean.”
[By the way. If you think I'll be as insensitive as Shay, you're wrong.]
'To persuade the princess in this brief moment, and then hint at what to do next. It's no joke It's a skill that made many girls cry in my past years.'
It's embarrassing. I am a magician There have been times when I have put smiles on people's faces, but I have never made them cry.
Except some.
“Ugh… .”
At that time, Shiati, who had been sleeping in the aftermath of black magic and injury, woke up. It was when she lifted her body up by grabbing her bruised chest and looked around her in amazement.
Historia, who had been quiet until now, got up. Her precious ropes were still entwining her, but Historia didn't seem to have any discomfort as she had so far.
what about that? Shiati wasn't tied up, but looked much smaller than Historia.
“… 👌, what Anything to see… I have?”
As wounded humans often show, Shiati was instinctively wary of Historia. Not because it was Historia, but anyone would.
Recognizing that sign sufficiently, Historia recalled her decision… She declared confidently, as if she would not allow any objections.
“Siati. you get out of here.”
Hate when animals die in stories… 😢