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

xil was the nearest town to the battlefield, and we used it as our base while we were in the war.

　To be precise, we were visiting the residence of the Viscounts of Exil, the nobles who rule the whole Exil region.

　After returning to the city for the first time in several weeks, we were immediately welcomed by the Viscounts of Exil.

A splendid banquet by the ruling class of the Exil region.

To be honest, I cannot deny that it was a bit less prestigious than the one in the royal castle, but considering that we were in a remote area, I knew that we were being treated with the utmost gratitude.

"The "Commander of the Schneizel Legion. How can I thank you for your hospitality?"

　It was Viscount Exil who spoke to Schneizel, bowing low.

 

　Naturally, he was not incompetent, and the atmosphere that flowed from his body was not much different from that of the smartest person in the royal capital.

　Even such a person is not so smart as Schneizel. It is because...

"He is the next great general, and his bravery was no less impressive than that of the great general Gardeas."

Because it has been assured to me that the next great general will be Schneizel.

　The king and Galdias have not yet said so, but Exil is already convinced.

"No, this time we did not do anything difficult. Your army was strong, is all."

'What do you mean? Even if that were true, there is a difference between me being the head and the corps commander being the head."

　That is true.

　Schneizel or no Schneizel? The battlefield would change just by that.

Without Schneizel, there were countless offensive moves that could be made.

　There are countless unbroken hands that can be played with Schneizel's presence.

　And even without doing anything, Schneizel is an absolute "individual" who has a great impact just by being there.

　Well, even on top of that---

"I, too, was impressed by the strength of the Exiles' army."

"Oh, you say that about the rumored prodigy, too?"

　When I opened my mouth beside Schneizel, Viscount Exil squatted down with a smile and made eye contact with me.

"I am sorry to be the one to tell you this, but I must say that you are one of the best I have seen so far."

'I don't mean to imply that you are a young man. I don't divide people by age. You are a fine soldier, and I am very grateful to hear you say so. Isn't that right, corps commander?"

"Yes, as you can see, I'm very proud of hin ".

'I envy you. My son must learn from you.'

"I'm sorry."

'At your age, I didn't realize you had such modesty within you.'

This discourse was not the kind of bellyaching that is common in aristocratic society, but was purely smiling.

It was partly because Schneizel had solved the enemy invasion, which Viscount Exil had been having trouble with for the past few years, but before that, it was because we belonged to the same faction.

---This is a bit of a digression, but there was originally a faction in the Kingdom of Arcadia with Ghardias at the top.

　It is still going strong and is one of the largest in Arcadia.

However, because they are under the same umbrella, the members of the faction know that Galdias' reign is short-lived.

Therefore, there is a gradual movement to place Schneizel at the top, and Excel is one of those who agree with this idea.

　Otherwise, no matter how much he may be a corps commander, he would not have suddenly intervened on the battlefield and half-robbed his command.

Because of such a connection---or rather, as if following such a connection, we have been moving from place to place in and outside the Kingdom of Arcadia for the past two years.

I gained experience in battle in various places, and at the same time, I built friendly relationships with the Ghardian noblemen who helped us in those places, and I took all of this as my own food without wasting any time.

Naturally, I was a part of this relationship.

Two years from now, I will be Crescencia's direct bodyguard, and I am a person with whom the nobles would like to deepen their connections, and even if I were not, I am an excellent former employee. In addition, if I am Schneizel's apprentice, I am almost certain to be the leader of the next generation.

Schneizel has been shortening the distance between me and the nobles, saying, "I look forward to working with you from now on," and I have also been increasing my own connections, sometimes through my own introductions and sometimes through Schneizel's. If I do this, it will make it easier for the next two years to come.

　I have been increasing my ties to Crescencia, sometimes on my own and sometimes through Schneizel's introductions.

　I would do anything for her. I don't intend to waste a single thing, not even a second.

"Corps commander, where are you leaving to next?"

"Oh, I haven't heard from them yet. Maybe it should be here by now."

"In that case, you might want to rest here until then."

'Oh. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to stay here for a little longer."

"Don't say "just a little longer," but stay longer if you want. It will motivate everyone to train with the corps commander.'

"That's great. Tomorrow, I'll go and kick your ass."

　The dinner party proceeded with delicious sake and food. The main focus of the day is Schneizel, who was in command, so I think it's safe to leave my seat now.

　I quietly left the hall and quickly returned to my room.

One of the guest rooms of the Viscount Exeel family. When I entered the room that was currently used as my room, I found Misha working at his desk.

　Misha looked up when she heard the door open and close, and when she looked back at me, she smiled softly.

"Nor, welcome back".

'I'm back. I can't do this. I'm so tired."

　---One thing that has changed in the past two years...

　In private, I don't use honorifics with Misha anymore.

　Only now, I have taken off the mask of "Schneizel's disciple" that people around me want me to be and act as just Norwin.

　That was Misha's request.

　The reason she left the royal city of Arlegalia to follow me was because she hoped that her burden on me would be reduced even a little.

　So, when Misha told me that I needn't be self-conscious only in front of him, and that I should act my age, I couldn't refuse him.

　Well, after that, when I showed the tone of a man with a mental age of over 30, he was surprised at that.

"Thank you for your hard work."

" I was really tired of listening to the joyless conversations of drunken aristocrats, you know? No, well, I know it's necessary, but..."

"Hmm."

"Is that funny enough for you to laugh?"

"It is funny. Because Nor, even though you are only eight years old, you still look like an old man."

 

I don't care that hse said I smell like an old man.

". Well, that's the thing, the one you asked for--"

　So, it's just a coincidence that you change the subject, not that I'm concerned about it or anything.

"If that's the case, I finished a while ago. Yes."

　Whether she knew what I was thinking or not, Misha handed me a document on her desk.

　It was a simple summary of the realizations I had gained in my daily studies and on the frontlines of battle.

　Whenever I am busy, I tend to write things down as I go about my work, but for the past two years, I have left the task of putting it all together to Misha.

　I'm busy with a lot of things.

　At first I was sorry to ask her to do it, but she seemed to be grateful for the extra work since her workload had decreased due to her absence from Schneizel's mansion, and so I asked her to do it.

I've put together this one for arithmetic, this one for languages, and this one for war. As for the language, I have looked up the parts that Noll did not understand and the surrounding knowledge, so please check back later.

　I can't help but feel nothing but gratitude every time, or rather, what the heck is this person?

What, is it really okay if she's my maid of honor?

　Oh no. If it weren't for Cresencia, I would like her.

　As I flipped through the document, I saw an annotation in Arcadian that said, "This is the point to be noted (with a grimly emphasized mark). It was in cute, girlish script.

"I really appreciate it. I won't let it go to waste."

"I know you won't waste it."

You're very trusting.

"Of course. I've been watching your thinking for the past two years, and it never ceases to amaze me. You think broadly and deeply about all kinds of subjects."

'Some of it is shallow."

"But you think about them and discard them because you don't need them."

"Ha-ha-ha. Nothing will come out from such praise. "

 

"That's fine. I've already received so much. It's amazing, you know? Just helping Nor with your studies makes me smarter, too!"

Misha answered with a confident look on her face, puffing out her chest.

Misha's chest, which had gained a little presence in the past two years, was a little more pronounced than before.

"Is that possible?"

"Yes, it is. I had a chance to have tea with a military man the other day, and after listening to him talk about various things, I thought that Nol was thinking about more difficult things. Doesn't that means that together we are getting smarter, too! Well, I can't be of any help in this war, but I'm glad to think that one day I might be able to support Nor in some way."

"You've already supported me more than enough."

　Misha helped me from the start.

If Misha had not helped me at that time, I might still be in the annex of my parents' mansion.

'But still. Oh, that's right. Speaking of relying on others, the other day, Nol, you did that by yourself..."

From there, I received a few words of advice from Misha, which were like a lecture, or to sum it up, "Rely a little more on the people around you."

I have more things to do in the last two years. Misha seems to think that I am somewhat dangerous when I try to do a lot of these things by myself.

　I will be careful from now on.

　And so, today is the end...

️.

　Two days later.

"The next fight will be in Auschtadt, kid."

'Oh, what?"

"You didn't hear? Austerstadt."

'Oh, really?"

　Aushtadt.

That was the name of the hometown of Arthur, the protagonist of Arcadia Quest.