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

After listening to the owner and completing our joint training for the afternoon, Schneizel and I went to see O'Brien.

Obviously they are our adversaries from a factional point of view, and I'm not sure how it would feel to go to that place alone with two of us.

　Well, with Schneizel by my side, I wasn't afraid.

After the training, O'Brien, who had gathered his aides together to talk about something, noticed us and stopped the conversation.

"Well, , well. How may I help you?"

　He was smiling in a very friendly way as usual. If one did not know the true nature of this man, one would be fooled for sure.

"I'd like to have a little chat with you, my apprentice and myself. I'll make the most of our time."

"Oh. What do you want to talk about?"

Well, that's his response, isn't it?

You can't make an appointment before you know what it's about.

"That's why he's still so obsessed with the General position"

As soon as Schneizel said this, O'Brien's close associates around him revealed immense murderous intent.

Schneizel, who was receiving it, quickly braced himself, and I, who was just receiving the aftermath on the side, was so filled with bad feelings that I was knocked out cold.

The excessive reaction was an obvious rejection, in other words, what Schneizel had just said was probably the crux of the matter for O'Brien and his men.

"I have nothing to say to the Legionnaire Schneizel. Leave now."

I think he said "Bucks. One of the soldiers who was earlier visited the managed to squeeze out a few words, shaking and trembling.

"Bucks, calm yourself".

"sir! Sir!"

"Bucks!"

"I'm sorry, sir."

　When the Lord called his name again, Bax shrank back as if he had been doused with cold water.

While the other members of the inner circle lowered their own heat, O'Brien, who had remained calm from the start, said with a smile on his face

"I don't have to answer that. I would say that I don't owe you an answer, but I don't think you would dig into the past so carelessly. You must have something in mind."

" I'm sorry to take the liberty of prying into your surroundings. Boy."

"Yes, sir."

　I show O'Brien the old coin the owner gave me.

The effect was nothing short of extraordinary.

The old man, who had never changed expression in any situation before, lost his expression in an easy-to-understand manner.

　His eyes widened, and a myriad of emotions-rage, regret, hatred, murderous intent, resignation-emerged in his eyes, leaving behind a blank emptiness at the end.

It was the same exact shade of loss that the owner had shown me.

Apart from the angry aides, there was a pain that only the two of them, who had probably been childhood friends, could share.

　This old coin was a symbol of that.

"I see, he sent it to me. I see. He gave it to you."

　After staring into the distance with vacant eyes and remaining silent for a moment, O'Brien suddenly came to his senses.

O'Brien suddenly came to his senses and ordered his aides around him

"I'd like to have a word with him.Leave me alone, please."

"'But, sir!"

"Please. . This is not only my wish, but also that of Ingries. "

"Well, that's..."

"Bucks. , pull back. Your wish is our wish. Have you forgotten what you swore to me that day?"

"I... Yes, I did."

　It must have been a difficult decision. Bucks, whose face was distorted, and the rest of the aides all looked unconvinced, but they moved away to stand up to O'Brien.

　We were the only three left in the room.

'Heh, heh. Inglis, you still torment me even after you left me. Oh, well. Yes, I will talk. If that's what he wants."

　O'Brien smiled blankly as he played with the old coins in his hand.

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　O'Brien, who will turn 60 this year, was born in the Maarten region of the former Kingdom of Arcadia.

He is not a commoner, but a member of an aristocratic family, and being the heir apparent of a Maarten frontier count who rules along the border of Arcadia, his future is as good as guaranteed.

　Everyone had high expectations for the young O'Brien.

The Maarten region had the perfect equipment, know-how, and educators to train the next generation of commanders, and above all, O'Brien himself was working hard at his studies.

　All in order to catch up with his father, whom he admired.

　To O'Brien, his father was, above all else, great, good-looking, and the very embodiment of a fairy tale hero.

So he wished to be like him, but it never happened.

　This is why the Maarten region is marked as the "old" Arcadia on the current map of the Kingdom of Arcadia.

　More than 50 years ago, when O'Brien was still a child, the Maarten region fell into the hands of the enemy in a war that broke out in the region.

That is to say, the Maarten frontier counts failed to protect themselves.

During the Great War, the Count Maarten was defeated by the enemy, and many of his blood relatives were also captured and sent to the executioner's block.

　O'Brien still remembers.

the horrific scene of his family's house and the familiar townscape being swallowed up by the flames of war.

"What are you doing, O'Brien? Let's get out of here!"

"But, my dad!"

"He's dead! We have to get out of here, at the very least, you're going to be okay!"

　It was the day that everything ended and began for O'Brien.

　The day he went insane, obsessed with the General status to the point of insanity...

　Everything was taken from him, and a mere dreamy aristocratic boy was swallowed by despair and became a demon of vengeance.

　What fills his heart is despair, hatred, and a sense of powerlessness to protect anything.