Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

"And that's why I ordered 'Let them chop you up,' and forbade Sakura and the others from escaping," Daphne said decisively.

After hearing Daphne's last words, Hegny first closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyebrows were furrowed in anger.

"Is that so? In that case, it's time for your shallow plan to come to an end."

This is an insult to those who have already sacrificed their own victory and are no longer worthy of being called warriors.

It is also a sign of respect for the woman's awareness of sacrificing her life for her comrades.

Hegni channeled all his emotions into his longsword, flashed to Funi's side, and unleashed an incredibly sharp slash.

"Daphne────!?"

Cassandra screamed in terror.

While Daphne was still in shock, the protection of the laurel tree was breached, and her body gushed out a shocking amount of blood.

The girl's body swayed, and she fell backward. Cassandra rushed forward and pulled her into her arms. Seeing her arms covered in warm tree sap and blood, Cassandra was so frightened that her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

"Cassandra, Dora...please help me...reply..."

"Don't speak! Daphne! I'll speak right now—"

"—Don't move."

Just as Cassandra was about to chant, she suddenly felt a cold blade pressed against her neck.

Cassandra stared in disbelief as she looked up and saw the stern-faced Dark Elf War King standing right before her.

"As soon as you cast a spell, I will assume you intend to continue resisting, and I will immediately attack with my sword."

"...!?"

"If you want to save your friend's life, surrender immediately, and I'll allow you to heal her wounds now."

This is an ultimatum.

It was also the Dark Elf Knight's last act of mercy, after all, he could have easily killed Cassandra with a single sword strike.

As Cassandra gasped in shock... suddenly a hand with a severely damaged finger rested on her arm.

"Ignore him...hurry up and treat me...!"

"Daphne..."

Daphne, who was clearly in a daze, was muttering as if she had fallen asleep.

But Hegney bluntly stated that he didn't have the patience to wait much longer.

"I'll only wait three seconds. Three, two, one—"

Cassandra apologized softly.

After apologizing to Daphne, Belle, and the others, she immediately let go of the long staff in her hand.

"I'm willing... to surrender...! I won't... resist anymore...! So please... let me save Daphne...!"

Cassandra held the girl in her arms tightly, who was more injured than anyone else, and tears streamed down her face like a burst dam from her tightly closed eyes.

Hegni silently sheathed his longsword.

"Fool……!"

"Daphne, I'm so sorry, so sorry...!"

After scolding her friend for her foolish behavior, Daphne seemed to lose consciousness as if she were exhausted.

Cassandra sobbed uncontrollably as she apologized repeatedly, channeling all her mental energy into a healing spell.

"There are no enemies left here... It took longer than expected."

Hegny turned away, seemingly losing interest in the battlefield where no one else stood but himself.

As Cassandra cast a magical healing spell on Daphne, she watched the dark elf's retreating figure with tear-streaked eyes.

(As a result, our right flank of the Allied forces has been completely wiped out...! Now that we have lost our deputy commander (Daphne), Miss Lily alone cannot turn the tide of the battle!)

On the west side of the urban ruins, the right wing of the Allied forces, located at the northern end of the "main battlefield," fell completely silent.

Looking around, only Aisha and her group, who were leading the left wing to join forces with the remaining central troops, were still fighting. However, the situation was like a candle in the wind, and they would probably be annihilated by the four Jariba brothers soon. The girl's last hope was thus dashed.

(Neither the enemy's main force nor the Grayfaced Ones were unharmed! Furthermore, many valiant warriors remained with the central forces, not advancing towards the east side of the island! Even if Mr. Bell were still alive… there was no chance of victory! Absolutely no chance of victory!!)

To save her friend (Daphne)'s life, Cassandra, who had voluntarily given up the fight, choked up and cried again.

I'm sorry I couldn't fight alongside you all until the very end—no amount of empty apologies will help.

Which deity's "flower" will wither first?

Or will the last family member fall first?

In any case, this war game will end with the victory of the Freya Familia.

(It's all my fault for being so useless.)

So what if you can see "precognitive dreams"? So what if you are a "prophet"?

The pitiful prophet (Cassandra) could only watch as the situation unfolded as she had witnessed the previous night—a nightmare woven from twilight and the end—utterly powerless to rewrite her destiny.

"--Huh?"

Just then—

got windy.

Cassandra held Daphne in her arms, her beautiful long hair swaying in a casual breeze.

This should be the wind that constantly blows across the crater lake, surrounding the "Osa City Ruins".

It's just an ordinary, unremarkable airflow that we don't need to pay any attention to at this point.

Adventurers or valiant warriors wouldn't care at all.

Therefore, this is a turning point in the prophecy that only the prophet (Cassandra) knows.

"It's the wind... the wind is rising... why is the wind here?"

Cassandra remembered.

I recall the "prophecy" she made in front of Bell and the others.

She recalled what she had seen in her tragic nightmare: a glimmer of "hope" passing through the final twilight.

"It really is... getting windy..."

Cassandra looked up as if drawn by a force.

Looking up at the azure sky.

Feel the dazzling sunlight.

Looking at that shadow that seemed to be a bird spreading its wings and soaring in the sky.

The wind slowly descended from the high sky.

A gust of wind suddenly blew up—

With a click.

A gust of wind, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps, descended upon the battlefield.

"──────"

Hegny turned around.

The dark elf immediately noticed that the "greatest threat" had appeared.

The War King, his eyes wide, immediately drew the black sword from its sheath.

"Who goes there!?"

Just as Hegny was about to leave the area where he was fighting the right wing of the Allied forces, he flung his black cloak aside and turned sharply to look at the battlefield once more.

A long, dark green cloak appeared directly in front of Hegny's field of vision.

The newcomer was a woman whose face was covered by a hood, revealing only a pair of elf ears.

The clear eyes hidden under the hood were sky blue.

"Who are you?!"

The gust of wind did not respond to this question.

"I'm going to join the war next. Are you ready, my compatriot?"

She simply drew the "dark green wooden sword" from her waist, demonstrating her fighting spirit.

"Prepare? What preparations!?"

The gale only gave one answer.

"Be prepared to be defeated by me."

"—Ridiculous!!"

Direct conflict.

Both of them transformed into incredibly fast winds, and the dark green wooden sword and the jet-black longsword clashed fiercely before the girl's (Cassandra's) astonished gaze.

“““!?””””

The sound of clashing swords instantly resounded through the sky. The survivors of the faction alliance, including Lily, the valiant warriors led by Hedin, and the Grayfaced Comforters led by Haici all turned their gazes in surprise at the same time.

A fierce sword duel ensued. Dark green and jet-black cloaks danced wildly like a whirlwind, leaving only afterimages of green and black. Clashes and counter-clashes, flashes and echoes—a wooden sword imbued with blue-white magic clashed repeatedly with a longsword cursed with black iron, sparks both dazzling and terrifying.

“Drink it!!”

"!!"

Hegni's blade flashed across the elf's vision, lifting the hood from her head.

Flowing in the wind—was a beautiful head of long, golden hair.

The elf, Ryu, whose shoulder-length hair, displaying its "original hair color," was tied into a ponytail, roared and launched a counterattack.

“Drink aa ...

"Hmm—!?"

The dark green wooden sword deflected the black cursed sword and tore part of the cloak.

The evenly matched battle raged on, and just as the adventurers and valiant warriors were stunned by the sudden elven duel, a thunderous cheer erupted in the "city center."

"Who...who is this woman?!?!"

Starting with Ibli's booming voice, cheers swept across the entire Orario like a tsunami.

The previously silent crowd and thugs all excitedly leaned out, their eyes fixed on the elf whose beautiful figure was reflected in the "mirror."

"Hey! What's going on here!?"

"Are they ally of the Alliance!?"

"It's that masked adventurer... the one whose surname is Rio, right?"

"That old joke is enough!" "She clearly had no intention of hiding her identity!!"

"Hey~ I remember [Hayate] has already passed away~!"

What is this guild, the biggest official lie-making machine, doing?!

"By the way, she's evenly matched with our [Dark Essence Demon Sword]!"

Among them, the gods were the ones who cried out in agony—no, it should be said that they were the most excited, a mixture of sorrow and joy, making a great commotion.

This is the thirtieth floor of the Tower of Babel. The goddesses who support the faction alliance and the gods who resonate with Freya are all shocked and stand up from their seats. Some even hold their heads and wail.

This fast-moving sprite did not cover its face with a cloth.

She let "wind" swirl around her, no longer concealing her identity, and appeared on the battlefield as an elf.

In stark contrast to their previous deathbed silence, the gods, now in a state of chaos and filled with screams and exclamations, were excited by the premonition that the battle was about to take another turn.

(—She can actually keep up with my swordsmanship!?)

On the other hand, the person most taken aback by this was none other than Hegni himself, who was fighting him on the battlefield.

Those sky-blue eyes, and those incredibly sharp swordsmanship.