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

Schneizel, who had been waiting in the fortress city of Ausstadt, learned of O'Brien's death from a messenger's report.

"Damn it! Order all units to retreat! It's a siege from here on! I'll hold the clock until the General's arrival!"

　The reason he had not been able to launch a sortie until now was to keep his strongest pawn, "Schneizel," unaccounted for.

　For the enemy, he is the strongest warrior who will definitely be killed if they meet him on the battlefield.

Therefore, if they wanted to make the most of their excellent personnel, they needed to be constantly on the lookout for Schneizel, which would inevitably greatly limit the movement of their troops.

If he goes out, he can kill one person.

If he does not move, he can stop the entire enemy.

If the choice were to be made, the latter would be the only way to go.

However, the situation would change if O'Brien died.

Now Ausstadt has only one person who can fight with Isaac, and that iSchneizel.

　So, as Schneizel shouted, the only way to win from this point on was to wait for reinforcements and buy time.

"Oh, it's all over!"

　Someone said in resignation.

The sense of defeat was deep in the air, the sense of loss among those who had lost their great lord, O'Brien.

　The air of "we can't win" that is created in this way gradually fills the place.

　Weakness is easily transmitted from one person to another.

　If one person falls, all will fall...

"It's not over yet."

　A gentle yet powerful voice blows away the despair. I turn around and there he is, the strongest man of all.

The Great General Galdias.

　The man who should have given up is shaking with tears in his eyes.

　It was not fear.

　It was the presence of General Galdias that connected his broken heart, supported it, and made it hotter.

　Just by being there, he inspires and pulls up even those allies who have given up.

　The many victories he has accumulated inspire hope in everyone.

　This is the great general.

---The sword of the Kingdom of Arcadia is now here.

Ghardias appeared in the fortified city and shared with everyone the tactics O'Brien had laid out before the excitement had even cooled down.

　Gestures and hand gestures, choosing vocabulary that strikes the heart as much as possible, instill the resolve and longing of the man O'Brien.

Those who listen are those who lived as O'Brien's loyal vassals, but were left without the last word on how to carry out the mission.

Or those who had nothing to do with O'Brien, but were recruited solely for the sake of this battle.

　Regardless of their position, everyone who understood what Galdias was talking about was explosively motivated to fight.

　Schneizel, among them, said...

"Did you really think about that?"

"Schneizel, what about you?"

　Schneizel's question was short but sharp.

　As a general, he looks at Schneizel as if to pierce him.

"I... I..."

　The man who was assured of being the next great general could not give an immediate answer.

　He was unable to give an immediate answer. In other words, the Kingdom of Arcadia.

　He weighed all of these against his beloved daughters and wavered at the final line.

　As a general, he cannot choose between the two.

　Happiness, to be satisfied, is indulgence. It is weakness.

　The time given to human beings is equally twenty-four hours. The more one turns one's body and soul to pampering, the further away from the perfect general one will be.

　It is only an illusion to become strong by having someone to protect you.

In this age of battle, love is sometimes a weakness.

One cannot carry the nation with it.

　That is why he is wavering.

Seeing Schneizel's conflict, Galdias kept repeating.

"I think there are two things that a general is required to fulfill"

"Two, you say?"

"Yes. The first is to be the sword and shield of the country. It goes without saying that the general is expected to protect the country. This is a matter of course. What do you think the other is?'

"That's ------"

　Preparedness and feeling. Schneizel's mind is filled with common words and phrases, but he cuts them off, thinking that they are not in the cards.

 

　　After thinking for a while, Schneizel shook his head apologetically.

"I don't know."

"It's about the next one."

"The next lead, the next lead. Is that right?"

"Yes. The way of being a general, the essence of supporting the nation, strategy, and personal military prowess. Everything that has been passed down from generation to generation as a general is to be passed on without reserve to the next. That is our role. And what about O'Brien?"

"Yes?"

Schneizel was taken aback by the sudden mention of that name.

"The man who would surely have become a general if not for me has fulfilled both of these tasks. He defeated Fierro, overturned a desperate gap in strength, and is gone. How does that make you feel?"

Hearing the words that followed, he realized the true meaning of Ghardias' words.

Of course there are pros and cons. But when I heard it from your Excellency's mouth, I thought it was a grand end. I will not let this will be in vain, for I will avenge his death of ..."

And so O'Brien connected. He could have fought to stay alive, but he chose to die in order to connect.

"Not dying is not the same thing as ------"

He was a genius who competed with me for the position of general with just his head. If he had not chosen his strategy, he could have survived against Isaacs and waited for my reinforcements. And if the next general was unworthy of the job, he actually would have."

"So you think he deserved it?"

" Yes, I was trying to make a little connection rather than leaving myself with too many lumps in my throat. . I don't know how much that guy appreciated it. You have been entrusted. I'm going to ask you one more time. What will you do now?"

Those who have gone before, those who are left behind, and the will that ties them together.

　Will the man who has risen to the level of a general at the end of his life smile at the choices of those who live today? Or...

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　A few minutes later, an unusually quiet group of people were setting out from the fortress city.

Leading the way were those who had been O'Brien's loyal retainers.

They have taken in the last thoughts of their fallen master and carry the flame of loyalty in their hearts.

　The reason they do not let it out is so that Isaac and the others do not realize that they are moving toward the enemy's main camp.

　Therefore, Schneizel, who was hiding in the middle of the group, was quietly waiting for the right moment with his resolve in his heart.

　Quietly, yet swiftly, he makes a wide detour around the battlefield and aims for the enemy's main camp.

　Normally, no matter how stealthy they were, they would have been noticed, but this time, O'Brien had stirred up the battlefield and they were able to advance without being seen.

Even this seemed to be in line with O'Brien's plan, and each member of the group felt a shiver run through their hearts.

　And at the end of their march, when they were close enough to the flank of the enemy's main camp, which was in the midst of chaos, they shouted out,

"Let's go, boys!"

「「「「 Oh!!」」」」

　Replacing Schneizel in the lead, the group charged into the enemy at full speed.

　The Mertor army realized a beat late, but there was nothing they could do in the midst of the chaos. No, even if they had been fully prepared to begin with,

"Oraaaaaaah!"

　There would have been no one who could have stopped the man who was pushing forward at the head of the column.

It did not matter if he was an infantryman, a horseman, or a shield-bearer. All Schneizel had to do was swing his great sword and the front line of the enemy would be blown to pieces.

　The enemy could not even run away because of the new strike of the great sword that had been drawn back by the time they jumped into the hole that was created in this way.

"I am the man who will be the top of the era of warriors!"

　--- a cry that would normally have been heard only after seven years, when he became a general.

　The significance of hearing it now from his mouth is immeasurable.

　His encounter with Norwin and the new development that Norwin had created had accelerated him to this point.

　The man who had succeeded O'Brien's will was one step closer to becoming the truly strongest.

　It was only a few minutes later that the enemy's main camp fell.