160 My Time to Shine? (2/2)

As I was ruminating in my thoughts, the tide of battle had once again shifted in favor of the Royalists.

Most of the guards are down. They aren't all severely injured but mostly exhausted of their stamina.

With all that spinning, why am I not surprised.

Also, the Royalist guys aren't delivering any finishing blows to the downed enemies.

What, is that supposed to be some kind of chivalry on their part?

Like medieval knights, or sengoku samurai? I don't really get it, but they seem to have a 'way' of the blade dancer.

Perhaps these blade dancers have developed a style of fighting much more civilized that the rest of the world.

If all wars were fought this way, world peace might've been a lot less of a problem.

I wouldn't like it though.

I love the kind of world where pure and unadulterated violence beats all. What I was witnessing currently was frankly a bit too white dove for me.

Okay, looks like it's over.

”Victory for Oriana! Now, you shall stand aside.”

”D-d.a.m.n you...”

”We won, we really won...” Clara sighed in relief.

Yup, all's well that ends well. Wait, now that I think about it, I didn't get much time to shine.

Ah well, it's just a concentration camp event. I'll be sure to get more chances once outside. Maybe…

So while I was considering making a forced appearance anyway, one man made his move.

”This farce has gone on long enough...”

He, one of the Royalist guys, muttered and then suddenly cut down one of his allies.

The middle aged man who was slashed down his back collapsed to the ground.

”Batt!! Stay with me, Batt…!” Clara screamed and ran over to the downed man.

”Guin!! What, why...” She thundered at the man who cut one of their own.

”He was an obstacle for my goals. That goes for you too, milady...”

”Guin, I don't understand...”

”Then let me show you.”

He then pointed the tip of his sword at Clara's neck.

”I don't plan on giving my life for a clueless la.s.s like you.”

”N-No, Guin, you told me, you said that you believed in me...”

”Well, I lied. You don't have the right to rule over others. Didn't you know? All your so-called subordinates laugh behind your back every time you look at their faces for confirmation. They call you the idiot yes-girl.”

After listening to his jeers, Clara held her head down in shame.

Right, I should come out sometime soon.

— And then.

”Good work, Guin.”

Said the gray haired man— Maximilian.