After that, it became one sided.
They were no longer able to resist any of our magic.
Most of the remaining enemy had no method to defend themselves from the saint ranked fire magic our soldiers shot out.
The defeated enemy could not even easily withdraw because of the pitfalls.
Over the course of their retreat their chain of command dissolved and their movements became erratic.
To be sure, Roxy and I then attacked with Saint ranked magic.
They became like ants trapped in a heavy storm.
They panicked and ran about wildly.
Inside the pandemonium they fell into pitfalls and were struck by lightning.
One after another they died.
Now I understand what that person meant.
People are garbage.
However not everyone was in a panic.
Some of them escaped the pitfall zone, some were outside the range of our saint ranked magic.
There were not many, but some got within range and attacked with magic.
Almost all of them were resisted, but a few hits landed on the fort killing some of our men.
Enemy archers took up swords and possessed the fort.
Only 300 defenders were left to meet them.
Of course from the roof we cast magic on them like a rain of stones.
Finally, we had worn the enemy combatants down to only a few.
Some had lost the will to fight, others were still struggling.
Some of them were taken prisoner and some of them were killed.
I do not know the statistics involved.
Our losses number relatively few.
This was something that might be called a historic victory; the enemy withdrew.
When the battle ended commander Garrick raised a shout of victory.
The magic soldiers, archers, and I also broke out in cheer, our faces beaming.
I also cried.
I did not know whether I was pleased or not.
My awareness of having killed people was lacking, but so was the sense that we had won.
It was my surroundings that become filled with cheer and excitement.
Those soldiers that previously had feared and avoided me ran up and clapped me on the back.
Some were patting shoulders, others embracing.
One of those was a young female archer.
It's thanks to you, you did it, thank you.
When told this delight overflowed from me.
Finally there was Roxy.
Roxy leaped into my arms.
She was so excited that I got an uncommon Roxy initiated kiss.
The men around us whistled and raised cheers and jeers at us.
I'm happy, just happy.
The source of my happiness isn't that I'm being embraced by a woman.
It might be the effect of what they call group psychology.
The wild enthusiasm has certainly paralyzed my heart.
It's not bad.
I couldn't think about the people I had killed with my own hand or anything else.
I am good.
Anyway we won with almost no damage on our side.
I should be happy about it.
So to say that I don't have to think about it is fine.
I'm fine.
I did it for the first time; surprisingly it may not have been that big of a deal.
This is how it is living in this world.
It isn't necessary to forever be bound by the ethics of my previous life or to the rules I'd established in my youth.
There is a time for the spear and a time to hold back.
I should no longer hesitate if I need to kill a person.
I am in control.
"Prince Zanoba has returned!"
This was said by a messenger who had come from the lower floor.
During the chaos of the battle I had forgotten completely about Zanoba.
I ran downstairs in the blink of a eye.
But the scene at the bottom of the stairs was frightening.
A group of people with clearly different hair color is surrounded by ten of our soldiers.
They were filthy with leaves, dirt, soil, soot, sweat and blood.
One of our men, a ferociousness man in splendid armor raised his voice to greet me.
"Ah, Shishou!"
Who was this?
I thought I knew who it was.
Who was this with his victim's blood in his hair?
There was damage all over his armor.
Even his glasses were smeared with blood.
"Zanoba?"
Zanoba is Zanoba.
He looked like a different person who looks exactly like Zanoba.
It was so much so that I wanted to complain.
I just couldn't make the connection between this man and Zanoba in my head.
"You are..."
When I approached the crowd split in two.
So I swallowed my words.
At Zanoba's feet was a kneeling figure.
This guy tied up in a net was also covered in mud.
It is a net that I recognize.
It is the magical item that I had lent to Zanoba.
"Thanks to Shishou, the surprise attack was a success, we caught the enemy's commander."
"Ah, ummm..."
The soldiers around the fort are praising the dozen or so muddy warriors.
The eyes they turn towards Zanoba are different than when we first came to the fort.
They are different from those eyes filled with suspicion.
They are eyes full of respect.
I mean, only ten men.
Why are there so few?
When they left there should have been almost 100.
"Um... where are the others?"
"They were killed. They died honorably in battle."
Oh, I see.