I'll kill you after I finish this game!

As always, Elunere pointed out Beatrice's inner thoughts with her sharp words, criticizing her immaturity.

“I don’t have time to clean up your mess. If you’re scared, find a corner to squat in. I, Elunere von Wittenberg, don’t need weak subordinates.”

"So if you keep making those cowardly complaints, I'll leave you alone... no... I'll just kill you. If I can tolerate a half-baked person at the Black Round Table, I'll have no face to see Lord Heydrich. I'll only say this once, so remember it."

If one day they really do part ways, Elunere will definitely 'save' her beloved subordinate, Beatrice, in the same way as the Black Round Table.

She could not tolerate the withering and decay of her subordinates' souls, so she would keep them shining forever just before they withered and decayed.

"...Yes, I will be careful."

Beatrice was speechless upon hearing this. In the past, when Elunerei accused her like this, she could still be carefree and laugh and joke, but she couldn't do that now.

Looking at Eluneore, whose face was half-burned, Beate Torres made up her mind that she absolutely could not let her go down the dark path.

She did not want her compatriots and those she cared about to lose their humanity, so she longed to become a beacon of light, cutting through the darkness and guiding those lost souls.

Therefore, if Elunere gets lost, Beatrice will also transform into light to guide her forward.

"I will not leave your side. As a soldier, I want to fulfill my duty to the end. As long as I am your subordinate, this resolve will never change!"

Beatrice earnestly expressed her determination to Elunere beside her, unaware of the change in the atmosphere around her.

Moreover, Elunere, who had received Beatrice's declaration of loyalty, became somewhat serious, and her eyes sharpened.

“Alright, then I will issue the order again, Kirschiesen.”

Elunere heeded Beatrice's words and simultaneously issued a stern order to her subordinates: "Immediately enter a state of combat readiness, or you will face certain death..."

"Ugh?"

Upon hearing this, Beatrice was taken aback.

But in that moment of stunned silence, the roar of engines and maniacal laughter swept in along with a terrifying storm.

“Boom, boom!!!!”

A white storm suddenly swept through the golden corridor, the sound of the storm enough to tear eardrums. The storm deliberately crashed towards Eluneore and Beatrice.

"Humph!"

"ah!"

Faced with this sudden and swift attack, Elunere snorted coldly, while Beatrice was startled, as if she had never expected to be attacked in this place.

Although their reactions differed, the two battle maidens dodged to the left and right respectively, allowing the storm to sweep across the space between them.

However, that storm was conscious and had life.

The moment they tried to dodge, the same creature immediately followed and bit them.

"Yahoo!!! Eeyaha!!! Aha ...

Amidst the storm, maniacal laughter, the screeching of tires against the ground, and the clatter of bullets, the pale, demonic figure, brimming with murderous intent and madness, continued its rampage towards the two war maidens.

With an icy expression, Elunere snapped her fingers, and endless flames enveloped her while also shooting towards the crazed figure.

Once Beatrice entered battle mode, she directly manifested the Thunder Sword, with dense electric currents leaping across its surface. The moment she swung the sword, it tore apart the sweeping white storm.

The exchange was over in an instant, and after the figures, filled with killing intent and fighting spirit, separated, they were able to clearly see the face of their attacker.

It was a white-haired boy with an angelic face, wearing an eyepatch over one eye, riding a motorcycle used on the German battlefield, holding a Mauser, and looking at the two war maidens with an excited smile on his face.

"You, you are..."

Beatrice looked at the boy in front of her and felt that he looked familiar, but she couldn't remember him for a moment.

"It really was you. I heard you were dead a long time ago... Ugh, really, I just said this place is the city of the dead. I'm being a bit stupid for not realizing it."

Upon seeing the man who was supposed to be dead, Elunere immediately recognized him.

At the same time, the thought of doubt that had just arisen was nipped in the bud, and his tone was somewhat helpless as he admitted that he had not yet adapted to this place.

The boy in front of me was supposed to be dead long ago, but the reason he appeared in the City of the Dead is self-evident.

However, in response to the opponent's attack, Eluneore asked in an icy tone:

"What was the meaning of that attack just now? Was it a welcoming ceremony?"

"Oh my, good evening, it's been a long time!"

The white-haired youth, Schreiber, gave an irrelevant answer. Having previously attacked the two men, he now greeted them with a polite smile, saying:

"I'm glad you still remember me. As for that question from earlier... well, how should I put it? Your attempt to scare me like that is quite troubling. The fact that you're here means you've also been honored to become Lord Heydrich's henchmen, right? And that you're residents of Valhalla just like me, right? Do I need to explain what Valhalla can do?"

Valhalla is the Hall of Heroes, the final resting place of the chosen warriors who died in Norse mythology.

In the Hall of Heroes, besides being served and entertained, the main purpose of heroes is to fight constantly.

Warriors fight each other relentlessly, and those who die in Valhalla are resurrected to continue the battle until the final battle of Ragnarok.

Schreiber quite liked that kind of life, so he longed for the kind of life in mythology that was filled with mutual slaughter.

"I see. There's really no need to explain further. I don't care if you crave those days of mutual slaughter."

A ferocious and cold smile appeared on Elunere's face. Despite the mad dog's frenzy before her, she also displayed the composure and pride of a warrior. She looked at Schreiber and said coldly:

"I haven't settled the score with you yet, so I'm always ready to play."

"Wait, wait a minute, Major!"

Seeing that a fight was about to break out, Beatrice wanted to speak up and stop them.

"Shut up! Do you think that thing in front of you can understand human speech? You want to communicate with it?"

Elunere glanced at Beatrice with a cold look to shut her up, then looked at Schreiber, who was smiling in front of her, and said coldly, "Besides, this mad dog's logic isn't that wrong. This is the world we live in. In that case, doing as the Romans do is the best way to show loyalty to Lord Heydrich!"

Ellenore showed the utmost tolerance and acceptance towards anything concerning Heydrich.

Since this is Lord Heydrich's world, how could she, as a guard, feel any sense of rejection?

She needs...no...must adapt to Heydrich's world more than anyone else.

Even if the person in front of her is a madman, Elunere cannot allow him to surpass her.

"But that's too much..."

"Hehehehe, aha ...

Schreiber burst into laughter, feeling extremely pleased with Elunere's enlightenment and finding it pleasant to be around her. He sincerely praised the older sister before him:

"Ah~ let me just say, this isn't sarcastic~~~ big sister~~~, you're really beautiful! Are those beautiful burns on your face from the war?"

"That's right, this scar made me realize my true nature. Perhaps it's just like your right eye."

Raising a hand to lightly touch the large area of ​​burns on her face, Elunere's icy expression suddenly turned ferocious. Her eyes flashed with burning fire as she pointed at Schreiber's right eye and sneered:

"I long to be forever burned by the flames unleashed by my master, therefore my demon name is Samiel Zentaur (Magic Cannon Soldier), a centaur who takes pride in being transformed into an alien half-body."

Centaurs are monsters with the body of a horse and the upper body of a human.

This aptly portrays Eluneore's possession of cannons that are absolutely unavoidable, resulting in half of her body being burned, a mixture of beauty and ugliness.

The term "half-human, half-beast" refers not only to her appearance but also to her mental state, which is that of a half-human, half-demon. When Melcrius gave her this demonic name, it was more of a sarcastic remark.

"Really? Gray also said I'm a dire wolf with a problem in my head."

Schreiber touched his blindfolded eyes, then chuckled happily. He glanced at Eluneore, then at Beatrice, and grinned, saying:

"That one over there... well, never mind, I'll kill him first and then think about it. Because in my eyes, everything is just a tire track left after I speed away, so... here I come, big sisters~~~"

"Bring it on! I'll burn you to ashes and show you the fiery power of this world!!!"

With Elunere's unilateral response on behalf of Beatrice, the battle between the members of the Black Round Table... no... it officially began.

A violent storm, scorching flames, and swift lightning erupted within the Golden Demon City.

There is no doubt that they both harbor the most genuine murderous intent to kill each other; in such a world, this behavior is as normal as breathing.

............

This incredibly intense and massive commotion was also noticed by the members of the Black Round Table who gradually arrived at Weavers Castle.

No one felt anything was amiss; they could tell who it was just by sensing the atmosphere of a battle.

After all, with Schreiber around, it's perfectly normal for anyone to fight him.

That guy would indiscriminately display murderous intent towards anyone except Heydrich; his colleagues didn't understand it at all, nor did they want to.

Therefore, within the Thirteen Knights of the Holy Lance, besides the vice-leader who was feared by the members, Schreiber was the most worrisome.

Because he really would kill the other members of the Black Round Table.

The other members don't want to get involved in the fight with Schreiber right now, because the most suitable person will intervene.

Let's stop here!

Suddenly, a clear and calm voice rang out, and all the members of the Black Round Table inside the Castle of Viwells could hear it.

That was the heart of the Golden Demon City, the one at its core, Yzak issuing the notification.

"Stop! Wolfgang Schreiber, Elunere von Wittenberg, Beatrice Kirschnersen! Your actions are in accordance with righteous loyalty, and with the truth of this city."

"[But tonight, someone else will receive the favor of destructive love. Since it is your duty to witness that moment, you must not indulge in intimacy that can be repeated at any time in the future. This is the command of the Golden One.]"

"[I repeat, please stop immediately. Disobeying this order will be considered a rebellion against the gold!]"

In the heart of the Demon City, after Yzak relayed the imperial decree on behalf of Reinhard, even though Schreiber and Eluneore desperately wanted to continue fighting, they had no choice but to stop this farce.

Schreiber didn't need to consider Reinhard's orders at all, and Elunere, who was loyal to Reinhard, was even less of a concern.

They are here tonight following orders; disobeying orders would be considered treason.

Neither of them wanted things to go this way, so no matter how unhappy they were, they stopped and immediately headed to their destination.

That place is the arena inside the Demon City, and now, apart from Heydrich and Melcrius, all the other members of the Black Round Table are present.

And that ceremony had already begun!

“BOOM!!!!”

The roar of artillery fire, tearing the earth apart, echoed through the air.

"pound!!!!"

A deafening roar, powerful enough to shatter the clouds, continued to erupt.

"Ooo ...