Chapter 92: 92 Dialogue with the Holy Mothers of the Family Fun Day"

It's no use. It's no use. If we don't go to the front, we will lose this war.

Caria's long sword drew a glittering line and cruelly cut the belly of the elf in front of her. Blood splattered all around him, and blood licked the streets.

As she wiped the blood from her cheek, Kalia's gaze was no longer on the crumpled enemy soldier, but on Mattia. I'm not sure what to make of this.

I'm not sure what to make of that. I'm not sure what to do. You'll be able to see the situation from this rearguard.

It's a good thing that you're not the only one who has a problem with this.

In the event that you have any kind of questions concerning where and how to use the internet, you can call us at the web site. A group of such people could not be placed on the important front lines or around Eldis. As a result, they were assigned to the rearguard, a position that could hardly be called a selection.

It's very difficult to see the front line from this position, as it is blocked by soldiers.

I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one who's had a bad experience.

I know. Look at the movement of the flags, our flag has fallen. The front line is no longer functional. In fact, it's a good sign that the enemy soldiers are here.

Indeed, Mattia had to nod in agreement.

The enemy soldiers are leaking into the camp of Mattia and his team, which can be called the rear guard. This in itself was already unusual. It seems that only a few of the soldiers were out of control and there were only a few of them, but even so, in this narrow street, it is not so easy to come out of the front line.

Mattia's expression twisted involuntarily. She wondered what to make of it.

The battles she has experienced so far have been small-scale brawls at best. Mattia has no experience in leading large scale battles, and only has theoretical knowledge.

To be honest, I don't think I was in command during the battle of Garou Amalia. Rather, many knights fell under my command. If I had done better, I might have been able to gain the upper hand without causing more damage.

Therefore, I am troubled. I'm not sure if it's right to rush the troops so carelessly here. That's what I'm confused about.

"Sorry, but I'm going. I'm sorry, but I'm going. Even if I have to shoot an ally in the back to stop me.

As Mattia and Kalia pondered, Fialat had already stepped forward. The cloak he wore swung lightly, and his dark eyes shone.

A torrent of magical power overflowed from his back. In this war, Fialaat has yet to demonstrate his power. No such opportunity has ever come to this rear. If she had the will, she would be able to show her full potential here and now.

However, given her character, it would be strange if she were to go to the front herself.

When she came to that conclusion, a bad feeling stirred in Mattia's brain.

Maybe, or maybe not. He's on the front lines, he's using the sword I implanted. He's using the sword I implanted in him.

He's using the sword I implanted in him," said Fialaert, to which Kalia added grimly, "My precious sword.

I knew it, I knew it, I knew it. Mattia involuntarily covered his lips with his hand. Whether it was Fialaert or Kalia, it was usually when he was involved that they showed off their unorthodox behavior. I've learned this the hard way in the past few days.

I don't need to ask who Fialaert is referring to when he says "him".

It must be our collaborator, the brutish hero Lugis. I don't know how it works, but it seems that Fialaat is currently tracking his location in some way. So, of course, he's going.

"What are you going to do, you?

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Kalia's short question reached Mattia's ears. There is nothing to be done. There was nothing to be done, nothing to be done, and Mattia knew exactly what Kalia was going to say next. That's what she said.

"We're coming, whether you like it or not. If you come, come with us, and we'll make a way for you.

Kalia said with a very casual tone. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

In truth, Mattia was still having trouble processing the existence of Lugis in his emotions.

I'm not sure what to make of it. As such, it is a mysterious being that cannot help but sway my emotions.

In spite of the fact that we all understand that we should act with reason and calculation, when it comes to Lugis, our emotions start to move as if they have a will of their own.

In fact, Mattia was running to the front with his troops, even though he thought it was foolish to move the troops for him alone.

No, no. This is them. It was a calculation to keep Kalia and Fialaat, two valuable assets to the Monstrance religion, isolated. It's just a calculation. It's not that I was moved by the existence of Lugis.

Mattia's gaze narrowed as he kicked the ground hard.

--A saint should never be a servant of her emotions. A saint should never be a servant of emotion.

When was the last time you were told that? I'm sure it was so long ago that I don't even remember what time it was, or who told me.

Until this moment, Mattia has lived with those words as her fetters. As a result, she has gained credibility as a saint, and even support that is close to faith.

Therefore, we should not be swayed by our emotions. To move with your emotions is to deny who you are. It means letting go of what you hold in your hands. I can't let that happen.

And besides, Mattia thought. Lugis is just a collaborator and a guest. He's not a herald. It would be strange to feel any kind of emotion towards him.

Therefore, this action is not something that has moved me. I will never be moved in that way in the future.

When I made up my mind and stepped into the front line through the soldiers, Lugis was indeed there, as Fialaert said.

--And now, at the very moment when the enemy general was about to take his life.

Mattia's eyes widened and his body moved unconsciously.

I'm sure that Mattia, as a person, will never want to talk about this moment.

The moment she saw the scene, her resolve was thawed, and her brain easily let go of the chains of reason and the measure of calculation.

Even more shamefully, the words were spoken faster than anyone else's. Faster than Kalia's silver gleam of her sword, faster than Fialat's full-body magic.

He turned to the archers, who had only just finished their preparations, and announced. A loud voice that seemed to cut through the sky echoed around them.

"Shoot!　Rescue our compatriot, Lugis!

Even if it costs you your life, so the voice of the saint permeated the battlefield. The saint's voice seeped into the battlefield, pointing to Lugis, not as a collaborator or a guest, but as a compatriot.

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