To Save My Favourite Character, I Decided To Destroy the Game’s Plot

After the first day of the tournament was over, the arena was deserted after the competitors and spectators had left.

Standing there, Gardias was thinking about something with a dour look on his face.

"There you are, I've been looking for you, Your Excellency."

"Schneizel? What's wrong?"

I've got a matter that I can't handle myself. I need your approvala'.

"I see. I'll be right there."

Gardias hears his subordinate's request and immediately starts to move.

　The arena is an empty place unless there is a match going on. What did he want to do by coming all the way to this place?

　Schneizel, who was curious, asked as he walked.

"What were you doing there just now?"

'I was measuring strength."

"Strength? With children?"

"Yes, the match we saw during the day, and then the arena. From the matches I saw during the day, and from the residue of enthusiasm that remains in the arena. The kids are really strong now."

"I'm sure they are. The average is higher than it was when I was a kid. The average is probably higher than when I was here".

The abilities and know-how accumulated by the previous generation become the basis for the next generation. The next generation builds on everything that the previous generation has cultivated and strives to reach even higher, and then higher, and then higher... and so on, and the level of fighters continues to rise year after for years.

　But even so, this year was too unusual.

　Lucy, Lieselotte, Raymond, Norwin, Sarasvati.

　All of them would have been shining first-class stars no matter which era they were born in in the past. But five of them appeared in the same period of time.

　Coincidence or meaning?

"Schneizel."

"Yes?"

"Do you remember the hypothesis I've been talking about for some time?"

The one that says, ", there will be a big war around ten years from now?"

'Well, I started saying that about a year ago, so around 9 years to be exact. That's it. What if, what if? What do you think would happen if these young men who took flight today were to go into battle?'

"Well, Arcadia's rapid progress would continue, and it would drop other countries all over the place..."

　In the middle of his words, Schneizel stopped, his eyes wide open.

'Yes. If we fall the small countries beyond Arcadia, we will end up at the great power of Rondalkia. If the world becomes a war-torn world, there may even be an all-out war."'

"No, that's a bit of a quirk, but it could happen."
Several stars born and fallen in the same age. And a world situation that is becoming more and more unstable. Schneizel laughs and bares his teeth at the state of affairs as if some kind of will is at work.

"Schneizel?"

"I won't let that happen I will not let my little girls see a bloody world war.'

　The future general is assured, a man who is already as strong as Ghardias and continues to get stronger and stronger.

　He will not even take a step back in the face of the world.

　If Lucy and Saraswati are destined to join the battlefield, he can storm the battlefield and crush them all before that happens.

　He was becoming equipped with the strength to do just that.

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"I'm back!"

Returning to my room, Misha was in the process of reading the instructional book on restorative magic.

　Hearing the door open and close, Misha looks up and smiles.

"Huh? You're not tired today, are you?"

'I've only had one fight. I feel like that's just because I won pretty good too."

'Hmm, you won. Congratulations. I'll come and cheer for you tomorrow."

'Really?"

"Yes, I will be there. I just happened to get a day off from work."

If Misha is coming, I can't do something bad.

　I'm sure I can't do anything bad if Misha is going to be there. Not only can't we do anything bad, but we might even lose.

'What's wrong?"

　Misha turns her head to look at me, who suddenly froze up.

"No, tomorrow's opponent is very strong. He's a potential winner. He's a friend of mine I told you about the other day."

'Is that so? I'll have to cheer for you with all my heart. he got to fight, Nor".

　With a "click", Misha pushed her right fist into the air and encouraged me to go for it. Misha encouraged me by sticking out her right fist.

Of course. I have no intention of losing. So, I'm going to go to a training soon after I get back.

"Already?'

Yes. Today, we had a joint training session with some of the mainline competitors. I found some things that need to be corrected, so I wanted to do it while I still can.

"If that's the case, I'll go with you. Listen to me, I have learned a new healing spell again!"

"Really? Then I'll ask you to help me when I collapse".

'I'll take care of it!"

　I decided to take Misha with me to the training ground and make final adjustments for tomorrow.

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　When I arrived at the rehearsal hall, Saraswati and Lucy were already there.

'You're here too?"

"Yes, I'm here. I just wanted to check something."

" Good evening, Misha."

"'I'm a servant, so you can talk to me in a more informal tone."

 

There's something about the atmosphere that makes it impossible to do so. Lucy doesn't either.

"I know what you mean. She's an adult woman."

'Well, yes, she is still a teenager."

Misha muttered with a troubled look on her face, but Saraswati and the others were not interested in continuing the conversation indefinitely and quickly moved on to the training session.

The battle was a mock battle, with Saraswati on the offensive and Lucy on the receiving end. Saraswathi, wielding the sword with the same sensation she had acquired during the day, was much stronger than before.

　Cutting, sweeping, thrusting, and bodywork. There was no application of any of these. All were rudimentary skills based on the fundamentals of swordsmanship. But even simple techniques can be transformed into any number of things depending on the combination.

Saraswati's deep understanding of the sword creates a wide variety of combinations of skills. This is how he attacks Lucy, harshly and precisely.

"------ sweet."

　But Lucy saw through it all.

The sword thrusts sharply into the gap between the two moves, as if cutting through a small gap. Saraswathi ducks to avoid it, but there is no way that she will be able to avoid it in time after Lucy has seen it.

The first thing to do is to make sure that you have a good idea of what you're doing and how to do it.

"Ugh!"

　The tip of the sword strikes the dove tail mercilessly. The sword that Lucy had used with a certain amount of force, even though the blade had been drawn, easily disabled Saraswati.

"Oh, gosh, that's too much!"

"I'm sorry. Norwin. Please."

　I could do it, but Misha is better at recovery magic.

　I asked Misha to cast a restorative spell on Saraswati.

　Then it was my turn to push myself.

　I hold up my spear and imagine Raymond in my mind.

A genius of God's speed. A natural spear that goes from initial speed to maximum speed, toying with the opponent.

　What produces it is probably his spring-loaded body and his special steps. The step that he takes as if he is making a large pause, as if he is gouging out the ground, produces tremendous explosive power.

　The fastest spearman. He is an extremely troublesome opponent, but at worst, he can win by strengthening his body with improvements in the Almire style.

　But that won't make sense in the long run. If we don't become strong enough to overwhelm them with just a spear, we won't be able to compete with the strongmen in the future.

Well, if things get really dangerous, I'll release my magic without mercy.

I'f you want to prevent it, it's the foot, right?"

　 I have to anticipate where Raymond is going to step and crush the option of acceleration. Never allow him to get up to speed. I, win in my area.

"Huh, ha, ha!"

　He moves around, stepping at high speed with his spear at the ready. Dozens, even hundreds of leg movements. No one move is the same among them.

　Which is the move that will seal off Raymond? Which one is effective?

An ordinary movement will be met with a response, and he will step in immediately. If you are going to do it, do it thoroughly, not yet, not yet, not yet!

Extreme state of concentration. Everything but the spear in my grip, the front in my field of vision, and the motion of my feet are out of my mind.

I feel as if I am going faster, more skillfully, deeper and deeper into the depths of my being.

Soon you don't even hear the sounds around at all...

　Ah.

　This.

　My vision widens slightly again.

　The feeling of omnipotence I got at that party fills me now.

The spear is sharp.