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

At a cursory glance, there were about 30 white masks who had broken into the hall.

　This is a larger number than expected for an intruder, but there is not enough strength to get past the tight security, including Schneizel.

Then the enemy's aim was probably not for a simple battle.

While protecting Cresencia on the stage, I stood in a position where I could see the entire venue.

　The first to move was the Ulgor Evangelicals.

　About 30 people scattered at once and attacked from all sides, using the entire hall.

　They indiscriminately attacked nobles, servants, ladies, and even royalty. The murderous attack was fiendish, but at the same time, there was a sense of being somewhat let down.

　I see. This is a bluff.

The enemy's ultimate goal is to capture Crescencia. To do so, they are probably first trying to deal with the strong security that protects the royal family.

　Specifically, oh, look.

In order to help the indiscriminate attackers, some of the guards who had been hardened had to be deployed thinly and widely throughout the place.

　That has become a clear weakness. If the enemy were to come crashing down on them with determination, they could use that as a starting point to collapse.

(Or perhaps this is not a good thing?).

What is troublesome at this point is that the enemy is seriously trying to kill the nobles and Lieselotte and the others, even if they are just bluffing.

If there are many casualties here, the royal family will lose their centripetal force, which will result in a weakening of their power to protect Crescencia.

Furthermore, if Lieselotte were to be killed, it would become an international matter without question. If this were to happen, even protecting the domestic market would become a struggle, and Crescencia's defense would be stretched thin.

Once they set foot in this hall, the other side will be capable of doing whatever it takes to gain an advantage over us.

"Move one Isaac down on the left. On the right, surround the enemy with a thinly veiled deployment and smash them down to the ground. The front is too far out, you idiot! Get back to Vasel's position and get some cover!"

　Schneizel, determined to prevent the worst from happening, sends out rapid-fire instructions from the podium.

　He perfectly grasps the battlefield, which is rapidly changing due to the fierce offensive by the enemy side, and immediately continues to choose the best option.

　However, even after all that, the battle remained five-way and did not tilt in one direction.

'Damn, if only I could get to the front."

　Schneizel mutters in frustration. As he said, he had to stay here to protect the royal family.

　The enemy is daring to spread out and pretend to have a hidden ball so that Schneizel, a major pawn, cannot be moved.

Without a single breakthrough, the standoff would drag on and eventually be overturned by the top brass.

　So...

I used the magic power I had refined to activate the third level of wind magic.

　Of course, it was a special one that Almire had taught me. In addition, it was filled with magic power until it was on the verge of exploding, and it shot out like a bullet, severing both hands and legs of the White Mask at a speed that was almost too fast for the eyes to comprehend.

　The white mask collapses, losing its support. The guards nearby immediately thrust their swords to stop him.

"Mr. Schneizel. Please give me your orders. I will cast a spell from here.'

'Are you sure you can handle it?"

　Schneizel asked in a serious tone of voice while keeping his eyes on the battlefield.

　The word "magic" has a lot of meanings.

Can I suddenly fight on this battlefield?

Is it okay if I kill people?

Will I not screw up?

　Everything, everything is fine.

　Cresencia has my back. I'm prepared to do anything to get her out of harm's way.

　I've decided to protect her.

"I'll be fine."

So I answered back, and struck the White Mask, which was showing good movement on the battlefield below, with magic.

　This time, I would not play the easy trick of losing a limb. I firmly sent his head flying and took his life with my own hands.

　---"Aah!"

　His eyes meet with the head bouncing in the air and on the floor.

　That's tough. I thought I had made up my mind, I thought I had decided a long time ago that I would do whatever it takes.

It is a lie that the brain releases narcotics during battle, numbing the senses.

The fact that I have killed is heavier than anything else. Just killing one person makes me sick.

　But that's okay.

If I got used to this feeling, that would be my end as a human being.

"If so, I'm counting on you, Norwin!"

---The battlefield, which had been so tight until just a moment ago, completely tilted to our side from this point on.

The reason is that I focused on destroying the White Mask, which was playing a prominent role on the enemy's side, with magic.

If I used my magic with all my might, most of the White Masks could not handle the speed of the wind attribute magic, and they were cut to pieces and killed without a moment's thought.

　There were a few who avoided the first blow, but I would just hit them with a second attack in the face. If I crushed them with a volume of objects that they could not evade, they would still die in a daze.

If I did not, if I made a random move with magic, his guards, who were in close combat with him, would find an opening and successfully cut him down.

"Really?'

　The battlefield was turned upside down by the entry of just one person, a kid like me.

I knew my magic was strong, but this was something I hadn't expected.

'Damn it, get that kid!"

"I can't! He's too well defended, I can't get to him!'

"What then, how about you, "

I fired a fire-attributed third level magic at the head of the White Mask, which was screaming desperately. At the same time as the hit, an explosion of flame rose, and the headless corpse collapsed, spitting fire.

The person I just killed was also a person who was leading five or six people. The movement of the enemy side that has lost its head deteriorates further.

It seems that my task is no longer necessary if I have come this far. All that remained was for Schneizel to move the battle situation precisely, and little by little the enemy would be choked.

　When I saw the last few remaining men surrounded by their guards and being stabbed to death from a distance, I was convinced of victory.

This meant that the attack on the hall had been completely suppressed. Apparently, I was not the only one who thought so, and the air on my side of the room relaxed, just slightly, for a moment... and that's when it happened.

Aaaaaaaaah!

　The White Mask, which had been pierced by several swords during the siege, broke through the encirclement and began to run, despite the fact that it was still dead.

　The guards, who had been caught in the moment, were pulled out of the gap.

　The white mask breaks through the guard and comes running further. Perhaps his sense of pain flew away in the face of death, but even when the knight who caught up with him late thrust countless swords at him, he did not stop and came toward us.

Finally, the royalty and I lose distance.

　The White Mask, with his last ounce of strength, swung his sword at me.

Did he exceed his limits in his dying moments, or was it the strength of an adult who has been trained for a long time? His sword speed far exceeded that of Lucy and Lieselotte, whom I had seen at the martial arts tournament.

In order to fight off the threat that loomed over me, I prepared for the blow by strengthening my body and using Hyann's magic.

　And then.

The spear I was wielding was moving at a normal speed, but the sword my opponent was wielding seemed to have stopped.

　This was not the opponent stopping.

　It was probably just my speed, as I had activated my magic with all my might.

Aware of this, I grabbed the opponent's sword and blew it off into the distance. In a subsequent move, I smashed both of the enemy's legs with my spear, then struck the upper half of his body as he lost his balance and fell to the ground, piercing his heart without fail.