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

After Isaac was defeated, the army of the Kingdom of Meltor chose not withdrawal but rather total surrender.

The king of the battlefield who single-handedly overturned the battlefield. Losing him must have been a feeling of despair beyond imagination.

If I were asked if I would be able to fight after the deaths of Galdias and Schneizel, I would probably answer that I couldn't. A general is just that.

　A general is just that.

On top of that, even Fierro, who was the second most capable man after the general, was killed, so no wonder they couldn't stand up to fight.

　--Finally, , finally, it's over.

"Huh."

After a few days of fierce rivalry, then running the battlefield with O'Brien, and finally the old and the new converging, Schneizel survived, and now, finally, it is over.

"I'm tired. I don't want to do any more work".

　I feel so tired that I sit down in the middle of the battlefield., but Mertor has surrendered, so I guess it doesn't matter.

　

　Even now, Schneizel and his army are setting up a vigilant line against Mertoll.　Isaac is so powerful that I almost forgot that this battle isn't over yet.

If Argiano is in the background, there's no way this is going to end peacefully.

　What will happen?　What will begin?　Or has it already begun, just because we are not able to perceive it?

Once again, my eyes are alert and I observe my surroundings. Then I could see a few people approaching us.

　They lacked the presence of Argiano's minions, but they were ready and waiting for us, ready to fight.

"Are you hurt?"

'Uh, yes."

A few old soldiers kneel down in front of me., as if i was their master.

"We, the Jade Squad, have been given our last orders by Master O'Brien: to serve you as our lord and master, and to do so with all our hearts and souls".

"Uh, yeah. ......."

Could it be that they are not enemies?　At least, I don't feel any killing intent or hostility, or rather, I have seen these people in the city.

"I'm sorry. I'm still a little off my cool".

"No need to apologize."

　No, I mean, uh...

　If these people are telling the truth, did O'Brien pass on the men he left behind to me?

　It's natural to assume that I'm the one who will probably be the general after Schneizel, and that I helped him, but I never thought he'd go this far.

From O'Brien's point of view, I was just a cheeky kid that Schneizel had brought along.

I wonder if he has taken aside my personality and background and appreciated my pure ability.

Well, if he went that far, I had no choice but to respond.

'I understand. Compared to Master O'Brien, I will be an inferior master, but I look forward to working with you from now on."

I guess this is how I will gradually take over and make the current grow.

　But my ultimate goal is to save Crescencia, so if my path to the Great General is not connected to that, perhaps--

It is an inescapable guilt that I hold in front of the old soldier who has sworn his allegiance to me.

I might be ignoring the Lord's last command to which I had devoted my life.

　But I suppressed those feelings and stood up strongly.

　What I need to do now is neither to feel relief nor to be tormented by guilt. I must prepare for the next battle and overcome the ordeal that Argiano has prepared for me.

Schneizel is much stronger than before, and that fox lady Almire has mastered magic. Everything turned out just as you predicted, Veldra.

　Two figures stand side by side, looking down on the battlefield from a distant hill.

One of them, a man in a clown's outfit named Arjano, traces his fingers across his black mask and smiles wanly.

　He turns to speak to the black-clad figure standing next to him.

The outfit hides the silhouette of his entire body, and he has a deep hood over his head and his face is covered with a jet-black aura.

The only thing that could be discerned was that he was tall, and that he was a man who made even his supposed companion Arjano wary.

"I guess so."

　His voice, interrupted by the aura, sounds unpleasantly like a mechanical tone. Veldra further spoke to Arjano, "But here comes the hard part.

"'But here's the best part. Fierro and Isaac. And with the lives lost in this battle as our sustenance..."

"We are going to bring forth the evil god's household, right? Finally, we're going to let them know that they're at worst a threat to those who are at the tip of their fingers, even our greatest enemies."

"Right".

'But it's not fair, though, is it?"

'What?"

'No, you see..."

Argiano looks down at the battlefield below and lets his sardonic smile deepen. The look of mockery was like a mask that hid what was behind it.

Isaac and Fierro, both of whom were capable of carrying the generation, and now, when you add those two and the many deaths, it's all we can do to bring out the household. Don't you think it's ridiculous? You know ?

"Of course not. Royalty and fighters are different."

Well, royalty is the product of superior bloodlines. The princess is like a mutation among them, and it is only because she is a superior one that she is able to become a vessel. Well, let's cut the idle talk and get on with it, shall we? Do your best, because I have high expectations for the yong generation".

In another realm that Norwin has visited twice, a large door guarded by a young man who calls himself Fail. Arjano, with the disastrous miasma that leaked from the back of the door on his fingertips, threw it toward the fortress city of Auschtadt, far away from here, not the battlefield.

The next hell awaits inside the city where Arthur, the hero of Arcadia Quest, has his residence.