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

Arthur, a dark-haired boy with a slave-like appearance, jumps out of the crowd.

　The moment I saw him, the image of my beloved girl flashed through my mind.

Cresencia looks down in embarrassment.

Cresencia with a small smile.

Cresencia with a serious expression on her face.

Crecencia stiffening with nervousness.

In gane , Cresencia is not even prepared for laughing scenes because she falls in the dark so quickly.

　So even her age-appropriate reaction was a new aspect for me.

　I want to protect her.

I want to protect her, who is not just game data, but who clearly exists and is living her life as a human being.

　That's what I thought when I came to this world.

　However, when I saw her in this world, I thought to myself.

"But..."

　Arthur might kill Crecencia.

　No, it's not "might." It's "almost certain. .

　This world is no longer the same as game I know, but history has spun out like a game.

There is no guarantee that Cresencia will be saved unless there is a tremendous change of epic proportions.

　A colossal change------ for example, what would happen if I killed Arthur here?

　I unconsciously clenched my hands tightly.

　That's right. Kill him here.

I have already killed many people, directly and indirectly, haven't I?

　There should be no resistance to one more now.

　Let's nip this hero in the bud.

With that in mind, I invoked my magic before my sense of reason could take over...

"What?

　As soon as my unconscious hostility turned to Arthur, a tremendous chill ran through my heart.

　What, is this?

　Cold sweat poured from my entire body, and my hands kept shaking.

"Ah, what is it?"

　I noticed that Misha, who should have been walking next to me a moment ago, was a few steps ahead of me, as if I had unconsciously retreated.

What, what, oh my God.

　Don't tell me I'm being pressured by Arthur?

He's only going to make up his mind after he loses many of his fellow orphans in the upcoming war and almost kills his childhood friend (the main heroine), isn't he?

　If it were Arthur now, he could kill them with just a light strike of his spear.

Yet, what is this sense of intimidation, as if a sword were held against his neck?

　Oh, right.

　Is this the real hero chosen by the world?

At this point, I am far superior to him in terms of completion, but Arthur's potential is far greater than that.

　Instinctively, I was terrified.

　I have faced many strong opponents in my life, but I have never been so intimidated by an incomplete talent.

　This is Arthur.

Is this the brilliance of a talent that could rival Schneizel at his most powerful?

Amazing.

　Even I could sense this much, so there was no way that Schneizel, who was looking at Arthur right in front of me, would not think anything of it.

I was wondering what my master was going to do with Arthur.

　As I stared ahead, the situation took a turn beyond my expectations.

　The moment Schneizel saw Arthur, he released an even stronger killing intent than the one I had directed at him.

"Hey, kid. Who taught you how to use a sword?"

"A? What's wrong with you, old man? Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

　Arthur, who is not unnerved by the killing intent, but is able to take the initiative, must be the real deal.

The person who can maintain his consciousness is the strong person who can maintain his consciousness.

　The strong person who can maintain consciousness will accurately perceive the difference in power between him and Schneizel and despair.

　I wonder how many people on earth are capable of returning the threat to that thing, even if they are bluffing.

"The other party is probably a child. I don't know what's going on, but nothing is worth that much ------."

"Shut up!"

　Vasel, unable to see the situation, tries to intervene, but Schneizel refuses with a grim look on his face.

　Is this a very dangerous situation?

　The Schneizel's aides may have decided so, too, and took a formation that deployed wide to warn of the surroundings.

　I stood there for the time being to protect Misha without knowing why.

'What in the world is ------ going on?'

　Misha is flustered. The people around her are equally scared.

It is only natural, since the military suddenly started to create a disturbing atmosphere in Ausstadt, where the signs of war are getting closer and closer.

Schneizel, who was in the middle of it all, glared at Arthur and said.

'The way you were received when you were flown here, and then the way you stood there. It's a pretty dusted-off school of swordsmanship, Arcadia, isn't it?"

"Dusty? You call it dusty?'

"I mean ------ old."

"Sordid? What if it's sieve? What's wrong with that?"

If one takes Schneizel's words as they are, it seems that Arthur has already learned swordsmanship.

　That's strange.

I know Arthur well because he is the main character, but it is not until after the war here that he begins to take in the skills of fighting.

　Obviously, the timeline is wrong. Some kind of difference has been created.

Perhaps Schneizel is wary of that?

'Two years ago, I fought a man who used a sword similar to yours. That man is a great criminal who targeted the royal family of Arcadia."

"Taizainin? I don't know what that means, but maybe it's a bad thing. I don't know, but you've got the wrong guy. Shishaw is a woman!"

"A woman?"

"Ow! Look, there she is."

　Arthur pointed to the back of the crowd with a hand as thin as a dead tree.

　At first there were too many people to see who he was pointing at, but after a few moments of waiting, a beautiful woman with platinum blonde hair walked up.

　Shiny long hair. Skin as white as snow. An expression as inorganic as artifice.

　And her distinctive red and blue odd eyes.

I recognized her.

---One of the appearance that Arjano, the king of magic, uses when he feels like it.

　He even transforms his appearance with magic.

"Oh, wow."

　Arjano is involved with Arthur?

Isn't this a bad thing?