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

O'Brien died in front of me.

At the very end, he showed some kindness, looked at me as if he was leaving something to me, and was then crushed by Isaac's great sword.

His men, who had moved to secure my retreat, were all killed by Isaac.

They each chose to let me survive rather than take revenge, despite the hatred of having the Lord of their lives taken from them, and despite the fact that their avengers were right in front of them.

I felt the death of all of them, all eight of them, on my shoulders. A lot of heavy, painful thoughts that I wanted to throw away at any moment.

With only that in my heart - I was running away from them in a hapless way.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

　I can't even avenge them.

　If I turn around, I die. If I fight, I die.

The only option I had was to turn tail and run.

　And that would have been impossible if O'Brien and the others hadn't bought me time.

"Damn it!"

　A sense of hopeless defeat washes over me.

　This misery is what separates me from Isaac. Don't ever forget this.

　Someday, someday, I will cross it.

　--When is that someday?

"Get that kid down!"

"Don't let him get away!'

Arrows are shot, spears are thrown, and targeted magic is fired from the enemy forces swarming below.

　I feel like an idiot.

 

They swarmed desperately against the eight year olds, but no matter how many hundreds of them there were, they were nothing compared to the burning presence that was rapidly closing in behind them.

　 i used wind magic to push back all the oncoming obstructions, further increasing the speed and altitude of my escape...

"What?"

　A gun, and the impact as if his head hit the wall. On the way up, something bounced me and I lost my stance.

When I looked up, I saw a semi-transparent plate-like object in the air, where there should have been nothing.

　It must be some kind of defensive magic or warding!

　This is the worst. I can't escape to a higher altitude where Isaac can't physically reach me.

　Oh no, oh no, death is getting closer and closer.

　What to do ?

I can't just run away. The interference from below will take time, and eventually it will be a dead end.

　The only way is to kill the warder.

　Where is he?

I looked around at the enemy forces spread out below me as if I were devouring them.

If I sense a wave of magic power, it's easy enough to trace back to its source. Find it right now and open a path to life...

'What the hell?"

Magicians who normally would not take bold actions were exposing themselves here and there, or deliberately activating similar vibrations from hidden places, in other words, the same warding magic.

Quickly looking around me, I saw countless faint wards.

This warding itself is a basic skill, one that everyone learns in the process of learning magic.

　If the wards were strong enough to block my view, it would require specialized training, but that's irrelevant now!

　Don't run away from reality. Don't turn your back on the situation.

What must be observed now is that a large number of sorcerers have invoked the same spell at the same time, making it impossible to narrow down the number of surgeons immediately.

　The enemy wants to take me out by risking a lot of time and money to train a magician.

　What should I do? Should I attack that guy who is emitting the strongest wave for the sake of the time being?

　But what if it's a bluff?

　No. The more I think about it, the worse I feel. The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes.

　I'm just going to keep my distance and--

"Ah, ha ha."

　Without warning, a smile bursts out of my mouth.

　I am not crazy.

No, in a sense, I may have been made crazy.

　I noticed that something with a tremendous presence was rapidly moving toward me.

The petty dangers below us were instantly blown away, and even the despair that loomed behind us faded.

　A simmering will to fight fills the battlefield.

　It was somewhat similar to Isaac's burning atmosphere, yet distinctly different.

While Isaacs simply paints over the battlefield as he pleases, I feel now that he is forcibly and forcefully pulling me up into the air....

"Hahaha, terrific!"

　What about despair!

How could I have given up in this situation?

I'm losing O'Brien here, I can't just run back !

The approaching battle cry pulls me up and raises me up.

　I looked in his direction, and there was hope.

'Norwin! Here I come!"

"Schneizel, ha-ha-ha, you're awesome!"

　Saraswathi, Lucy. Your dad is the greatest.

　Schneizel, accompanied by an old soldier and a group of men who are probably O'Brien's men, interrupts the situation.

It is met by--

"Finally, something lively!"

Isaac smiles ferociously at the " strong man" who is just like him.

The two strongest candidates of the old and new   gen are about to clash