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

People, crowds, groups of people. An army surging like a muddy stream from the front. All of them had a strong desire to kill .

It has been many years since I came to live in this world as Norwin. During that time, I can say that I have crossed many ordeals.

　But even so, there has never been a hell like this.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

"Kill him!"

I'm coming first!

Men in armor and training attack us, rushing toward us.

Protecting O'Brien were dozens of his direct subordinates and, somehow, myself.

　---Just before O'Brien decided to go ahead with this seemingly reckless maneuver, he called out to me, "

"The battle ahead will be a literal line of death. The risk of death is high, but this is the only way to push the envelope. What do you think? I won't force you, but are you willing to follow me? If you agree, I will show you the way ahead."

　He looked at me as if he could see right through me. Just as I would risk everything for Crescencia, O'Brien is a man who has risked everything to become a great general.

Did that commonality tie us together in some deep way?

　 I don't know, but I had no reason to refuse the proposal.

　So I accepted, and here we are...

"Mazer! Move two to the right and kill him! Runwell, hold the enemy in place"!

　Sharp orders fly from behind me. Then, the two men whose names were called led a few men each and moved as instructed.

　Two to the right refers to the distance traveled by one unit of horseback.

　I, who was being mounted with an old soldier named Mazer, continued to ride alongside O'Brien, two lengths to the right of him.

In the meantime, the front ranks of the enemy approached us, their will to fight rose to the utmost, and then we clashed.

"Get them!"

O'Brien's proclamation, and Mazer demonstrates the true value of his aged but still strong body. At the moment he crossed paths with the leading cavalryman, in a moment when not even a blink of an eye was allowed, he accurately inserted his sword through a gap in his opponent's armor and sliced open a vital point.

　Looking back, the enemy's entire body was bent from the impact of falling from his horse, and no matter how you looked at it, it was a fatal wound.

"What happened? Lord O'Brien's spear, Mazer-von-Lindor, is here! Whoever claims to be worthy, come forward!"

　A ridiculously loud voice rang out from overhead, as if threatening the enemy. No, it was not like that, it was actually a threat.

From the infantryman's point of view, the soldier astride a horse is hopelessly strong, and the same cavalryman, perhaps sensing the difference between his own and the enemy's abilities from the attack and defense that had just taken place, is also stepping back.

　They had broken the will to fight with only one sword.

And on the other side of the line, a man named Lanwell, who had just received O'Brien's order...

"Ha! Meltor is a man of great numbers, but he's not much of a fighter! Let's see you inflict even a scratch on us! You softy!"

　Instead of killing like Mazer, he dared to hold the enemy in place as instructed. The meaning of keeping alive an opponent who is not attached to you and can be killed at any time. It was...

"Whoa! Get out of the way! Get out of the line!"

　It was to block the second wave of the enemy that was coming at us with great force.

By using the enemies as a wall, they would stop the followers in their tracks. No matter how many soldiers had lost their leadership, no one would rush ahead by killing their allies.

When the attack on both sides weakened, O'Brien gave us the right orders to move away from the enemy's front line.

The reason we don't leave completely is that we have to take the hate for our allies who are attacking the siege to the backs.

　If any attention returns to them, they will be killed attacking the siege, and if they do so, the bucks who are aiming for Fierro's head will be polished off.

O'Brien, with his own life in danger, continues to give precise, subtle instructions, as if he were threading a needle.

"Next! Here comes the magic! Mazer! Bring Norwin forward!"

"Ha!"

　Immediately after getting through the first wave, an avalanche of countless enemies came crashing in from another location. Among them must have been a magician.

　A huge magic circle floated in the air, and countless huge flaming bullets rained down.

"I'm counting on you, boy! "

"Yes, sir!"

　With Mazer supporting me, I launched my magic without chanting.

　My aim was not to intercept it, but to...

"That's the point, right?"

　I roughly pinpoint the location of the enemy magician from the source of the magic power, and release a huge pillar of fire to burn down the surrounding area.

　The flames burn away the atmosphere, humans, metal, the ground, and everything else. There was a roaring sound, and the pillar of fire flared up even more fiercely.

　Those who were engulfed in the flames screamed their last breaths.

　I have heard that burning to death is the most painful way to die. The people there must be in agony and dying.

　Do they have family? Do they have a lover, someone they love, an object of worship like Crescencia is to me?

　I will deprive them of happiness. I will bring despair into the lives of those who await their return.

　Oh, well. I guess, after all this time, there's no turning back now.

"But, damn it! I don't care!"

　"The people I care about are more important to me than you! I've already made up my mind! That's why!"

　So, I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

　I tuck the apology into my heart. Ahead of my eyes, another new flame was being created, turning this place into a scorching inferno.

"You did good, kid."

　Mazer patted me on the head and pulled out a small crystal from his pocket. A huge wave of magical power flowed from it.

This is a magical tool that generates anti-magic wards, which I have seen several times in the Arcue game.

It is a disposable tool with a short duration of effect, but its performance is the best in the game. It is said to be safe against magic within its warding when fighting the leaders of the Evil Order of Ulgor at the end of the story.

　---Well, physical magic can pass through it, so it is necessary to deal with it. That is the role of man, I suppose.

　Anyway, because the wards boast such high performance, they absolutely do not allow magic of the level that appears on this battlefield today to pass through.

　A high-pitched popping sound.

The shattered crystals, and the extraordinary amount of magic power that had been stored within them, was released, and a translucent membrane spread out like a dome, enveloping me and the others.

　The flame bullets fired by the enemy magician, who was probably already dead, melted away without a trace the moment they touched the membrane.

"Now, charge! Charge!"

The enemy army had the intent to attack us when we were confused by the magic we had been forced to deal with. But they counterattacked with my magic, and instead of using the wards to deal with the situation, they launched a vigorous assault...

"Damn you!"

"Oh, ! Die, you son of a bitch!"

"What the hell are you doing back here?"

'Stop! Stop!"

　The unexpected was compounded by the unforeseen, and an overwhelming overrun began, outstripping even the difference in numbers.

Mazer, Lanwell, and numerous other subordinates forcibly cut through the enemy lines and moved forward.

Meanwhile, O'Brien gave countless orders, and I was being "used" by him to the limit.

Even at this stage of the fight, he was still calm and cool-headed, assessing how far I could go and demanding that I perform at the very edge of my limits.

If I don't respond to his requests, the cavalry, which is pushing forward as one, will collapse. That is why I respond.

As I continued to demonstrate my limits in the line of death, my concentration and excitement raised my limit even higher, and each time I did so, O'Brien increased the amount of work he assigns to me.

　God, this is awesome.

This is seriously amazing.

　The pain of continuing to demonstrate my limits, the unity of support with my allies, and the omnipotence of going beyond my limits.

O'Brien understands what I'm capable of. He sees my limits and tells me to go beyond them.

　I can see why O'Brien has garnered such fanatical loyalty from his subordinates.

　I guess it is not only talent that allows him to command so well while literally controlling the entire battlefield. Tremendous effort and actual battle experience made him such a great general.

　He was an ordinary man. He was not chosen for his physical strength, like Gardias, Schneizel, and Isaac.

　That's why he made it this far through hard work alone.

　I want to make his dream come true. I want to support him.

　That's what I want to support him.

　If I had to fight with him for several decades, my heart would be taken away by him.

　But this, this...

Is this still one notch down from the great general?

　O'Brien's cool-headed atmosphere is painted over by a burning will to fight.

"Don't run away, O'Brien nn! If it's a tag game, I'll play with you all the way to hell, ooooooooooooooooo!""

　A loud, gut-wrenching scream.

　Isaac breaks through the center of his army and comes at us.

"The general of the Royal Army of Meltor is coming'.