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36. End of the War (3)

The war came to an end.

To the victory of the Astes Empire.

With the defeat of the barbarian nation of Pyneton.

The imperial army, the Dawn Revolutionary Corps, and the Hollow mercenaries led by Hegelt, the 2nd leader of the Empire, retook the southern wall. Everyone was returning to the main barracks.

Leaving behind the minimum number of troops necessary to protect the castle walls.

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“Clone.”

Twenty-four years old. Cassiella, the red-haired leader of the Dawn Revolution, approached the wizard Clone, who had just performed an impressive performance.

“I envy Clone. He is part of the group that can continue to travel with Yuma-sama.”

The two had already become quite close in just half a day.

The medium of conversation that brought us closer was definitely Yuma.

Clone smiled somewhat bitterly.

“Even though we hang out together all day, every day, you still don’t know much about Yuma. And…I told you to speak less, sister.”

After hearing Casiella’s age, Clone immediately asked her to make her speech easier. But Casiella did not intend to let go of her words so easily.

Clone and Hestia. The fact that they were part of the war god Yuma made Casiela feel like they were chosen people.

That’s why Casiella felt like she was full when she said that she didn’t know anything about Yuma even though she went with Clone.

“Still, I’m really jealous of the fact that we hang out together. Isn’t there something unique about Yuma?

The answer to Casiella’s words came out not from Clone’s mouth.

“Yuma is strong!”

Casiella burst out laughing at the words of Hestia, the scarlet-haired Miao swordsman.

“That’s not surprising, it’s natural.”

Hestia brightened her green eyes.

“That’s right! But the overwhelming confidence of a strong person who always gives the enemy a chance to attack first…! I think that’s really amazing!”

A strange look appeared in Casiella’s eyes.

“Strike first… Lord Yuma, have you never once refused to yield the first strike to the enemy?”

“Yes!”

“Never?”

“Ugh, not even once!”

A question raised by Casiella.

And Hestia’s answer without hesitation.

This trend caught the eyes of all the Dawn Revolutionaries who were marching at an angle behind Hestia.

Also, the eyes of Hegelt, the second seat of the Empire, and the Hollow mercenaries who were walking side by side next to them caught the eye.

Clap! Clap!

Even for those who have trained their bodies with Auror magic. The armor immediately after finishing the battle had to be heavy armor. Even though they were walking with such armor on their backs, the knights began to focus on Hestia’s voice.

Unconditionally giving the go-ahead to the enemy?

It deals with swords. Dealing with windows. This is because it is something that can only be shocking to those who use martial arts as a body.

Revolutionary leader Casiella recalled the day she first encountered Marshal Yuma.

Halo’s magic train heading to the transit city of Akan.

And then, as the vanguard, Hecard was the subordinate who eradicated the corrupt nobles.

He was a beloved subordinate, but he had a sore finger that established his own wrong definition rather than the ideology of the Dawn Revolutionary Corps.

And then Hecard died at the hands of Yuma.

Caciela never once blamed Yuma for that. It was clear that Hecard was a criminal, as he tried to kill not only corrupt nobles, but even those who were just nobles in special rooms.

And because of the conversation I had with Yuma afterwards, even her daughter was able to think of her mother, who could be said to be the leader of the first Dawn Revolution.

Because I was able to correct the route I had been taking incorrectly.

‘Obviously back then….’

Even when dealing with his subordinate, Hecard of the Iron Mask, Yuma did not bother to attack first.

Obviously, with the force he had, he could have ended Hekad’s life before he even lifted his sword.

Hestia was in a very good mood. This is because cumbersome robes that covered the head up to the bangs did not exist anymore.

Just now, I was able to feel the cool breeze in the cat’s ears as I had already discovered that they were Miao by making a great contribution as a scout on the southern wall of the castle.

The cat, who was in a very good mood, excitedly started telling heroic stories about Yuma.

“Dragon─!! A warrior of faith who gives even a black dragon bigger than the Count Castle a chance to attack first. That’s Yuma. The breath of the dragon is nothing else! Holding a sword calmly in front of the dragon’s breath! Just right!”

In Hestia’s words. The revolutionary group and the mercenary group, which had been listening quietly due to fatigue, suddenly became noisy.

The young revolutionary said, touching the back of his hand as if he had goosebumps.

“…Huh, a dragon the size of a castle seemed easy enough to give the go-ahead attack?”

A middle-aged mercenary who looked like a seasoned warrior slowly shook his head.

“No, that’s not it. The belief I had as a warrior that I would give any being a chance to move… I protected that even from the dragon. The eye level of a warrior who has reached the peak of nothing… Beliefs. Such things. “I can’t even estimate its weight.”

─Of course, Yuma did not have such beliefs… !

Since we had to ‘counterattack’ the attack, we naturally had no choice but to wait for the enemy to attack first!

But the misunderstandings of those who could not have known this continued to grow.

“There is no way that ordinary people with vague talents could understand the great martial god’s point of view.”

I’m growing so fast that I can’t control it forever.

The sword mark above the eyebrow of Hegelt, the second seat of the Empire, twitched. It was proof that the desire to win was burning in his heart.

Heigelt smiled so brightly that the corners of his mouth reached his ears.

“It’s obvious that I’ll lose, but I’ll definitely fight one day…!”

Hegelt saw the three sword energy storms just now. He seemed to never be able to forget the disaster presented by the Son at the peak of nothingness.

Caciela sighed inwardly.

To General Marshal Yuma. The plan was to ask her mother’s old friend to accompany her. I was thinking of asking him to accept me as his subordinate.

But no matter how you think about it. It seemed unlikely that his sword would be of any help to a being with such power.

“There is one unexpected corner.”

Casiella turned her head to the low voice.

It was a clone.

As others were building up misunderstandings about Yuma, Clone, who examined Yuma’s characteristics from different points, organized her thoughts and opened her mouth.

“Unbelievable for someone with such power. Take care of those around you.”

In Clone’s mind, the image of Yuma, who without hesitation rescued the children who were imprisoned in the prison that was used as a food warehouse by the Black Dragon in the County of Rubelt, came to mind.

And the image of Yuma standing next to Kaisen, the eldest son of Count Rubelt, who was in a weak position at the time, also came to mind.

“Although you don’t show it, always think about the weak’s position.”

Caciela felt the sincerity in Clone’s words.

“And I don’t judge people easily.”

Yuma was the only person who didn’t care one bit that her late mother was her ‘witch’.

“So you’re a warmer person than I thought?”

Clone smiled brightly at Casiella’s words.

“Yes, that happens.”

Caciella recalled.

What happened yesterday.

-It was a lot of hard work.

The hand that tapped her own shoulder.

The touch was definitely quite warm.

***

Yuma returned to the barracks of the Imperial Army Commander-in-Chief.

Just as she was about to let her body go limp and take a rest.

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Someone opened the barracks door and came in.

It was Casiella, the leader of the Dawn Revolution. Casiella looked at her Yuma and bowed deeply at her waist.

“Meeting Grand Marshal Yuma.”

At the appearance of an uninvited guest, Yuma straightened up her body, which had been lying limp on her chair.

Yuma said harshly.

“The war is over. There is no need to call me Grand Marshal anymore.”

Casiella suddenly fell to her knees.

Just like the day we first met yesterday.

Yuma stared at Casiella, who was on her knees, her face showing a hint of boredom.

‘Why is he like this again?’

Of course, I was quite embarrassed inside.

Because I was on her knees two days in a row.

Casiella showed her loyalty by raising her right knee from her kneeling position.

“Please appoint me as Yuma’s sword.”

Yuma raised her body.

Then he looked at Casiella and bent her knees.

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It was definitely a useful force.

There is no harm in taking it with you. But Yuma had no intention of taking Casiella with him.

‘There is no great benefit in having more people.’

If Casiela catches up, she will try to bring even the Dawn Revolutionary Corps under her command, the leader of the revolution, under Yuma’s command. Then she would be no different from confessing to the First Prince Schwerze that she had other business in the barbarian country of Paineton than this war.

Of course, if Yuma told Casiella that she was uncomfortable with her revolutionary members following her, it was obvious that she would immediately say that she would only follow him.

‘It would be right to send it to Princess Brigitte.’

Princess Brigitte will also need another sword rather than a direct bodyguard. Not only she, but her Dawn Revolutionary members themselves will be of great help as her troops.

Yuma gave Casiella her chin.

“Stand up, Casiella.”

“Yes.”

Cassiela got back up on her knees. Yuma gazed into Casiella’s eyes as she finally fully recovered.

“Go up to the capital. Become the first princess Brigitte’s sword. That’s the same as becoming my sword.”

Casiella’s two brown eyes trembled violently.

“…Am I someone who can’t be of help to Yuma?”

Yuma shook her head slowly.

“It doesn’t mean you have to stand next to me to be helpful. I need someone I can definitely trust next to the First Princess. Someone I can trust without any doubt.”

These words were sincere.

“I believe in you.”

Yuma stared at Casiella with her blue eyes.

“You, the daughter of my close friend. She trusts you, who walked this difficult path alone.”

Caciela had no choice but to comply.

Because I felt the sincerity in Yuma’s words.

“…I understand, Lord Yuma. I will definitely protect the princess. Together with the members of the Dawn Revolution.”

“Thank you.”

Yuma patted Casiela on the shoulder and then walked out of her barracks.

Casiela stood still and looked at the ceiling of the barracks.

‘I’m jealous, so much.’

Although her mind understood that Yuma made her rational choice.

I couldn’t help but be jealous of Clone and Hestia.