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

Let's go back in time a little...

The Bucks squad, which had launched an attack on the main line of the Royal Army of Meltor, was losing its momentum in the face of the enemy's thick ranks.

　The Bucks were superior in individual skill, coordination, and tactical understanding, but the only thing that stood out was the overwhelming difference in numbers.

How many lines had they broken though? How many allies did they lose each time? After countless deaths, Fierro's figure was still far away.

"Captain! The siege is behind us!"

"What? Are you surrounded already?"

'No, sir, but it is nearing perfection".

Bucks, who was fighting at the front of the unit, distorted his face when he received the report from his men.

If the plan was correct, his friends would be blaming both sides of the siege. If the blockade was not working, they, who had taken on that role, were no longer---

"Fine, go ahead! Move on! Keep going!"

　Fear, sadness, anger, hesitation, they put all their emotions on their swords and cut off the enemy in front of them. The backs then cut a gap in the enemy line, and jumped into it to cut off their own retreat. The rest of the group followed suit, thoroughly pushing through the small breach.

"Victory in our hands, Your Excellency! Don't look back!"

""Ou!""

　Surrounded by the enemy in front, behind, and to the left and right, there was no escape. If they stop, they will be trampled by the momentum of their allies, and countless enemies will be on their left and right. And there was a line of enemy troops in front of us.

　There was no choice but to advance.

　Therefore, the unit continued its desperate onslaught.

　They accept the minimum amount of wounds, and only eliminate fatal wounds, choosing between the lives of their comrades-in-arms who have been eating and sleeping with them for decades for the sake of tactics---for the Bucks, it is truly a hellish march.

All of these sacrifices were made for the sake of this battle, or rather, for the sake of O'Brien.

　In the midst of this hell, where death is the only option, what they feel is not fear but resentment.

　---Why O'Brien?

　Why did God not give a superior body to a man who wanted to be a hero more than anyone else?

Why didn't God give him even a smart brain?

　Because people don't rush for the pinnacle they can't see.

Because the pinnacle was right in front of them, just one more step, just a little more, just out of their reach, O'Brien and the others went crazy in pursuit of it.

The despair they felt when, at the end of such a struggle, they were defeated in front of a true hero who had both the strength and the wisdom will never be forgotten.

Unforgivable.

Why, why can't I forgive them? Bax asks himself, then smiles.

　---Oh, yes, he did. He saved me.

His parents' house, which had failed in business, was heavily in debt. Even after the family's house was demolished, they still couldn't repay the debt, and the whole family had to be sent into slavery.

At the time, his younger sisters and older sister cried and hated him, and he despaired when he saw them.

But O'Brien saved them all together.

"If this is going to end anyway, why don't you come with me?"

The mine and the battlefield were both hell, but the former offered the chance to make a fortune.

　So Bax takes O'Brien's hand and knows.

The man who would later become the lord of his life had gathered together a group of men just like himself who had nothing left to live for.

　He was surprised to find a man who had lost his wife and children, a man who had been disowned, the third son of an aristocratic family, and even a man with a criminal record.

At first they did not win at all.

　That would be true. They all came from different backgrounds and had no sense of solidarity, so they had no choice but to fight on the basis of their individual skills.

However, as they continued to eat and sleep together, they began to develop affection for each other regardless of their criminal records, and little by little, they began to be aware of cooperation, even if it was clumsy.

To this day, he remembers the first time he got a win.

The tactics that Mazer and he had been secretly practicing were accidentally put to use, and the enemy was overrun.

After achieving success in the battle, they were selected to become executives, and before long they had their own subordinates...

　I really miss those days.

　Every day was fun back then.

　Our abilities increased as we trained.

　We got to know each other better, which led to our strength as a unit, and I even had a sense of omnipotence that I could go to any length.

　It was around that time, I think, that we all began to want to make O'Brien's dream of becoming a general come true.

In the beginning, each of them, including himself, was fighting to get his life back on track.

They lived desperately, laughed, cried, and eventually came to adore O'Brien, and his dream became everyone's dream.

　But the happy days did not last long.

Even with the world's greatest mind, O'Brien's physical condition was at the extreme end of the scale. O'Brien, who had a frail constitution inferior to that of an ordinary soldier, was limited in the strategies he could employ, and the people who supported him were at best top-notch. There was no one who could go beyond that.

　So, at the end of their climb, they bumped into fierce competitors who had also gone through the same death throes as they had, and naturally, they lost.

How many times have they envied the way Gardias and Isaac fought ahead of the pack?

　O'Brien, who could not inspire his allies by standing in front of them, thought hard, and finally achieved the zero degree atmosphere through repeated trial and error.

Why them?

They wanted nothing else. He just wanted to see the top of the mountain with everyone else. Why deprive them of that only thing they wanted?

He know that it is wrong to direct his feelings to the people around him. Of course it is. It's a dream that was held without permission and lost without permission. It would be a nuisance to others.

But even so, for one more time, he wanted to experience the moment of running to the top with his friends, no matter what it took. He wanted to make O'Brien the strongest.

That's why...He won't let them take it away from him this time.

Decades had passed since the defeat in the battle for the position of general, and all the misdeeds of the past had been for this moment.

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Fierro stared at Bax with eyes that turned to something incredible.

　How many deaths had he been through? His whole body was covered in his own blood and the blood of others, one of his eyes was crushed, his left arm was shattered, and his legs were shaking.

　Just by standing still, a puddle of blood had formed at his feet. He was apparently wounded all over, and if he pressed his fingertips, he would have collapsed, but he still managed to break through the hopeless gap in strength and reach the back of the Mertor Royal Army's main line.

"Master Fierro!"

"Don't be dismayed. It was unexpected that they came here, but there is no reason for us to be defeated".

　Fierro calmly assured them of this.

Bax has only a few dozen men with him, and most of them have already been critically wounded as well.

　In contrast, Fierro's side has 200 elite men who have been nourished with energy.

　Even if they only build a wall with them, the opponent will die on their own. There was no need to fight them properly.

"I didn't expect to be stuffed this far, O'Brien's second-in-command."

"Ha, ha, ha, ah, now, it's going to get more unexpected."

"I'm not going to let this go any further... you two, get your asses ground up."

""Ha!""

　The elite who received Fierro's order start to move as if they were popping. In an instant, the bucks were surrounded, and it became difficult for them to even resist.

"What do we do now?"

Fierro controls the situation as if he is slowly cooking. He is reluctant to do so, but with the overwhelming gap between the two sides, it would be a solid strength not to make a bad move.

Over a long period of time, the siege is gradually getting narrower and narrower.

　Bax, bleeding from all over his body, roused from his daze and readied his sword.

"I'm going to make a hole. I don't care who it isa".

No, I'll take the role of the dead man, then.

What about me?

　Just as O'Brien had a second-in-command named Bax, the voice came from a man who was Bax's loyal servant.

"Bax is the most breakthrough of all of us, isn't he? And I've contributed the most to it among us. Please take the last delicious part. Don't you?'

　He asked the people around him in a playful manner, and they all unanimously agreed.

" Thanks for taking care of me."

" We'll all have a drink together again."

That's right, Bax,. Let's make a big show of it over there. We turned the tide when we took down Fierro.'

"Yeah, right."

This will literally be the last plunge. Probably everyone here will die.

And yet, strangely, there was no fear.

　It is more beautiful to live out one's last moments vividly than to die slowly in despair.

They would deliver victory to O'Brien.

　Therefore,

'Everybody, charge in!"

Bucks gave the last order in his life.

　Instantly, the will to fight explodes. They, who had been clad in an atmosphere of zero degrees under O'Brien, deepened their coldness and attacked.

　Extreme concentration. It is O'Brien's way to bring out the limits of the personal, and it could be said that they are now concentrating beyond their limits.

Bax's loyalists leap at the thinnest point of the encirclement.

　Not swinging a sword, but an unprotected assault with arms outstretched. Naturally, he is stabbed through the entire body with the sword, but that is exactly what he aims for.

"Aaah, gaaaah, i, maaah!!!"

　By concentrating as many attacks as possible on himself, he reduced the damage to the enemy's attackers and his allies at the same time.

The enemy soldier who pierced him was cut down by a Bucks squad member before he could draw his sword. Then, just as there was a break in the siege, the real attacker appeared. Bucks, using all his remaining strength, completely broke through the fragile encirclement with a full-bodied blow.

"Go! Kill Fierro! Now we've got ourselves a victory! Move!"

While Backes, who had risked his life and soul for the current assault, was unable to move, his men started to run toward Fierro at once.

　A few of them were held back by the pursuing enemy soldiers, but most of them made it to the target.

Seeing this, Bax finally smiled in relief, confident of victory...

"My head is not so sweet after all."

　Fierro's body moved like an explosion.

　Numerous sharp slashes flashed cleanly and uselessly, aiming only at the neck, followed by the heads of Bax's men dancing.

　Only a few moments passed. By the time it had passed, those who had made it through the siege had been annihilated.

'So, is your plan finished?'

Uh-oh."

　A sense of despair soaked Bax's body. It was the same one that O'Brien had experienced when he lost his dream.

 

　　For Bax, who is used to seeing Isaacs and Galdias, Fierro's strength is far from perfect, but he will surely reach the same level someday.

"Don't be ridiculous".

"Is that the will?"

"This is not the way we want to be..."

"I don't know. Everyone is here with some kind of resolve. If you win, you've achieved it. If you lose, you're trampled like garbage. That's all there is to it, isn't it?"

　That's right. If you lose, everything is trashed. That is why the Bucks have been saving up their strength here, even if they have to get their hands dirty.

　"We can't let that go to waste. Too much has been lost to waste. "

Many of the men who had fallen on the road to this place, those who had fallen around them, and those who had followed O'Brien's lead, would have died.

　If they died here, all of their deaths would have been in vain.

"Aaahhhh!"

　Whipping his old body with full wounds, Bax raised his sword high and ran.

　An enemy soldier stabs him in the back from behind.

　It hurts.

 

　So what?

Keep moving.

　He spewed blood, guts dripping from his stomach, and still ran through the gap between himself and the enemy.

"Die!"

"I refuse!"

　But his resolve was mercilessly cut short. Bax looks on in stunned disbelief as the sword he had swung at him is sliced away from his arm.

　Fierro, with a single flash of his sword, further severed his left arm, completely depriving Bax of any means of resistance.

"Aaaaaaahhh ！！！！."

　Still, he does not stop.

The things he has taken from the people around him, the companions he has lost up to this day. And most of all...

"Take him, sir, with your own hands!"

"Damn you!"

More cuts, but he does not fall, does not stop. Bax continues to resist with all his might, ignoring the death that approaches the more he moves.

Fierro, yielding to the unusual pressure, unconsciously takes a step backward,

"Ah!"

　He stumbled over Bax's subordinate who was lying behind him, exposing a fatal gap.

　The man who has been chasing a dream for decades is not so naive as to miss that moment.

　In a split second, he closes the gap and is about to swing his sword, but then he remembers that he had lost his arm and opens his mouth wide as quickly as he can.

　Then he bites deeply into Fierro's neck, biting off an entire artery of flesh.

"Geeeeaaaaaaaaaah! Gaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

　Two or three more times, the enemy finally caught up with him and tore his whole body to shreds, but he continued to inflict fatal wounds until the moment he was ripped away from Fierro.

"You, how dare you take on Master Fierro!"

　Bax, who had already exerted his last ounce of strength, was decapitated by an unknown enemy soldier, and died.

　He lost both hands and his head, his legs were cut off, and his stomach spilled its guts. His horrific death was like that of a beast.

　However, his own chivalry, which he carried out even while distorted, dirty, and crawling on the ground, had severed Fierro's fate.

"Hu---huh, ah, ah..."

"Master Fierro!"

"Be careful! The rescue unit is on its way!"

'Damn it, I can't stop the blood."

　The hero whose name was to be mentioned alongside Isaacs and Galdias in time to come was defeated by O'Brien's will.

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　About an hour before Bax died out, Galdias had arrived in the fortress city of Ausstadt.

　He would normally have led a large force to reinforce the city, but at O'Brien's request, he flew alone on horseback to shorten the time considerably.

Upon his arrival, he was greeted by one of O'Brien's loyal men. He was one of O'Brien's radicals, with whom Galdias was well acquainted.

"What's the situation?"

　The question and answer were accompanied by a sense of urgency.

Depending on the battle situation, Ghardias would have to take full authority and command at once, but this could be interfered with depending on the mood of the other side.

　But the general's concern was not---

"From now on, I transfer all authority to you. Do as you please with the rest."

"What? Wait, did you just say will?"

The old soldier, blazing with loyalty, replies tearfully,

Yes, I did. Everything has been planned from the very beginning. The death of Lord O'Brien and the radicals who support him will allow for a smooth transition of the chain of command to you. Rest assured, I have enough people left to move the army."

　---Yes, it was all a set-up.

As long as O'Brien is here, the place will never be able to escape the warped power struggle.

So, against the mighty enemy Isaac, O'Brien's forces alone will fight their way through, inflict a heavy blow on the enemy, and then they themselves will disappear.

　Then there would be no obstacles to the battle of Ghardias or to this land after the war, and all would go well.

O'Brien, foreseeing this, successfully completed his plan.

"Please, use us! We will transform our anger, our grief, and our anger into power, and we will strike out!"

　The man, boiling with emotion as if about to break down, bows his head to Ghardias.　

"I understand,. Tell me the situation of the battle".

'Yes, sir."

The strongest man in Arcadia has entered this battlefield with his brave warriors who have turned into soldiers of the dead.