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--One more time. Just one more time. Can you do the spell?

Hearing the low voice, Fialat-La-Borgograd's eyelashes fluttered involuntarily. Reflexively, her reason leaked out the words.

Impossible, impossible, reckless.

If it was just ordinary magic, there would be no problem. It would have plenty of power. But the battlefield magic that Fialaat has been pouring out of her, there's not enough magic left in her body to use it.

The heart palpitated faster, announcing the pain. No, on the contrary, the entire organism is sobbing as if it is being constricted. If he slackened off even a little, he would let out a cry of agony.

I had a definite intuition. As a sorcerer, as someone who deals with magic, I have a hunch. If I were to use battlefield magic again without a break, there would be an indelible mark on my soul as well as my internal organs and body.

My soul is already not intact. It left an irreparable scar once in Belle Fain. To scratch it again would be like hitting it with a hammer over a crack.

There is no need to think about what will happen and what will be the result. It just shatters.

A breath slides down Fialaert's throat. His eyelids flutter a few times. Lips open briskly. Tongue flicking, trying not to let out a whimper of pain.

"Yes, of course. You'll give it your all, won't you?

I say, trying to smile as much as possible. I wondered if Lugis, who was still looking forward, would notice me, or if my voice would turn back. The only thing that remained in my heart was such anxiety.

If he used battlefield magic in this state, he would not be able to escape death. Even his soul would be shattered. I knew that for a fact.

Terrible. A deep-seated fear of death closed Fialaat's throat. On the contrary, if his soul is crushed, he will no longer exist in this world. It's not like just welcoming death into your heart, but the fear of losing your very existence. If you're not careful, your fingers will tremble, your magic will dissipate, and your eyes will even tear up.

And yet... And yet, I thought, it doesn't matter. For a moment, Fialat even smiled to himself. As the Volgograd family used to say, there is something wrong with me.

Life is precious. It should be far more precious than money, honor, dignity, love, pride, or anything else. And now I'm about to give it up. For him.

From an outsider's point of view, it must be an act of distraction. I might even be ridiculed for my foolish way of life. I'm aware that my feelings are strange enough as it is. But still, to make such a foolish decision...

--It's that simple. He, Lugis, is his admirer.

He has shown me a golden gleam even though he is a leaden man with no talent like mine. He reached out to me when I had nothing. And you relied on me.

Yeah, that's it. That's how much it burned in my heart. No one else will ever know. I can't let them know. This feeling is mine alone. Even if I can't catch up with him for the rest of my life, I won't let these feelings and thoughts go.

Besides... If I lost my life here, as the foundation of his victory... I'm sure Lugis will remember me for some reason or another. If I could scar his life, that would be a very fine choice.

Was it the heat of battle or the fire of love that drove him? I don't know. But it was a decision that Fialaat-la-Volgograd had made with her own heart, without a doubt. Tears were about to fall from her eyes, and she did not know what emotion they held.

A voice escaped from Lugis' lips.

"Fine. I'll lend you my horse. I'll lend you my horse.

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Hearing these words, Fialaat's lips twisted involuntarily. His brow wrinkled, not because of the pain his body was giving him.

Her lips naturally opened.

I don't want to, but... I hope you're not mistaking me for some kind of useful demon or something.

Fialaert knew that the voice that escaped her lips had become very swarthy. It was a reaction to the fact that the determination that had been born in him had been so easily undone by Lugis. At the same time, he understood that his bad habits had come out again.

Absolutely, he was going to do something dangerous. Right in front of Fialaat's eyes, Lugis' back shook slightly.

We're making a final assault on the enemy's main camp. I can't leave you in the back at a time like that, it's too dangerous. And ...... you've reached your limit, Fialaat.

Fialaat's face hardened involuntarily when she heard Lugis say that he recognized her voice. He closed his lips reflexively, wondering if he had said aloud that his body was at its limit.

I knew that I was putting him in danger by following him. Now that you mention it... I can't argue with that. It's true that I'm no longer capable of battlefield magic, and riding behind a horse would only make me a burden. I am well aware of that. But.

But then, why don't you just ride the horse?

There is no need to lend yourself a horse. I'm sure you'll do something dangerous. That's why he's trying to keep me away from you. Fearalert says, with such concern in his voice.

"If we go into enemy territory, they'll shoot at our commander on horseback. The enemy is desperate. Then it's easier to live on foot. Because I don't want to die either.

With that, Lugis gets off his horse. Fialaert reached out to grab her back, but she didn't have the strength left to do so.

No... You can't let her go at this point, of course you can't. Whenever Lugis says something like this, it's always when he's about to do something bad.

Fialat's soul tells him he must stop. Instinct follows her back with outstretched fingers.

"Don't worry, look there if you're worried, Fialaat. A hero needs someone to look at him and tell him what to do.

He took her outstretched hand and said with a crumpled cheek. That's it. My throat fell silent. My heart palpitated and my cheeks burned as if my chest had been constricted.

You'll be able to find a lot more information on this subject in this article. He knew that his fingers, now touching his hand, were no longer trembling.

I can't... I know it. I'm sure I'll regret it. I'm sure I'll regret accepting his words here.

If this were Kalia, I'd have rejected him outright. If it had been Mattia, he would have made a statement.

But Fialaat kept her dark eyes moist and said.

"Lugis. You don't have to be a hero. You don't have to be a hero, you don't have to be a hero. You don't have to bear everything, I'll be with you.

She murmured in a voice that only Rougis could hear. I'm not sure what to say, but I'm going to say it.

"Thanks, that's the best thing I've ever heard. I'll be back soon. I'll be back in no time, not even a breath.

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