"Speaking of which, this battle seems to have started because of me, no matter how I look at it."

Tasia laughed helplessly and sat cross-legged beside me.

From the elf's side, Tasia ran from his marriage as a royal and stole the clan's important treasures, but ended up fleeing to Elysis for so many years in a muddle.

From the Elysis side, the city lord was killed by the elf, the system was nearly subverted by their plans, naturally it is also bitter.

"Well, at least tell the truth to Cyric first, so he knows you didn't kill his father ......"

"Yes, but it's not necessary, you've met Cyric, right, what did he say?"

"Cyric he ...... has been discouraged by the failure of the plan, he said it doesn't matter if you killed his father or not, the war is always there."

Tasia nodded approvingly and looked in the direction of the magic tower, which is where Cyric was -

"That's right, it doesn't matter at all if I killed his fatger, his father died at the hands of the elf after all. Goodbye then, Finlan, I'm going back."

Tasia got up and patted the hem of his clothes and waved at me.

"Go back? Back to where?"

"Back to Griffin, tomorrow is the third battle of the Holy War, I want to participate in that so-called ‘Holy War’ as the strongest person of the younger generation, after all, the face and interests of the race are at stake ...... Hey hey, don't put on this expression well. Do you know why Cyric did not stop this war from happening?"

"...... because it will affect his prestige, right, after all, he is already the only candidate for the city lord."

"That's true, but ...... maybe I'm being too villainous, I think he's venting."

"Venting?"

"Well, the anger of being denied, the aggravation of being rejected, and besides, do you think his father's death really didn't affect him at all?"

He finished these words at me, stood up straight with some swaying, and waved his hand at me, signaling that he was about to leave.

I looked at his back and could not restrain myself from shouting out loud -

"Wait! Tasia! Why don't you stop this war too!?"

"Because! Because! Me! Too!! Ah!!!"

His voice was so sharp like a knife stabbing into my heart.

Tasia, finally unable to sustain that hypocritical smile, vented his anger towards me.

The anger of being denied, the aggravation of being rejected, perhaps it was because he also felt the same way that he thought of Cyric like this.

Tasia snapped out of what he had done and coughed softly.

"Sorry, I'm going back, see you tomorrow."

......

I see. ......

My idea that "no one cares about the so-called reform except Nerissa" is so wrong... ...

Cyric, Tasia, and Nerissa, all three of them are constantly thinking about this matter, even as if it were their lives.

This so-called war is just an outlet for Tasia and Cyric to vent their anger, aggression, and angst.

--Then next, go to see Nalisa ......

The next day, with Cyric's permission, I easily obtained visitation rights.

However, what shall I say ......

Just reassure her not to be upset, and since Fae doesn't appreciate kindness, let's leave them alone.

Okay, that's it ......

I slowly pushed open the door of the prison cell and imagined what she should look like now.

Like the two of them, becoming depressed, lost and overwhelmed? ......

"Finlan! What took you so long to return!?"

"Uh? Oh!!!"

Nalisa was as vibrant as ever, looking at me with burning eyes.

"Go and stop this war! Go talk to Tasia, Cyric! How can you play with both of their lives!?"

"Both of their lives?"

"Why are you as dumb as ever! Isn't this war a bet on Tasia and Cyric's lives!

"Ha!?"

She clenched her fist and gestured towards me viciously -

"Aren't you the only one left awake now!?"

......

Tasia, Cyric, they all cared so much about this revolution that they became this way after its defeat, even to the point of gambling their lives on the war.

In other words, the only one who didn't become crazy because of the defeat was me who was bent on pleasing only Nalisa.

That's right, I'm the only one who can solve this matter!

"Hey, Finlan, how far has the war gone now?"

"The third battle of the Holy War, the battle of the strongest of the younger generation, and the ones who are on the stage are Tasia and Cyric."

Her eyes widened, she looked around and lowered her voice -

"Can you get me out of here?"