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.
If you raid that huge army with 100 people it becomes like this.
But isn't it strange?
Wouldn't we have won this battle even without making this raid?
They shouldn't have had to make a desperate raid like that.
"Just what... did you win something from the raid that would be worth the lives of 90 men?"
"Of course we did. This person is a member of the enemy's royal family. If we negotiate with him as a hostage the war should end."
Oh, I see...
I get it.
Yeah.
I understand now.