There was fire everywhere, and many people were screaming. I[1] had no choice but to fix the helmet hindering my sight while biting my lips. Not only was I breathing hard, but I started cursing.

“Shit. Shit…”

“Fire! Fire! They’re not people of the empire but traitors who have been possessed by the witch. Don’t stop firing your arrows! Don’t let them enter the imperial castle no matter what! Don’t show them mercy! Don’t let them come in!”

‘Traitor. They’re traitors.’

Despite telling myself that this was my job, I found it hard to pull back the bowstrings of my bow, and I was sure I wasn’t the only one who felt this way. My comrade next to me couldn’t pull his bowstrings either. All we could do was shoot it toward the sky while praying that it wouldn’t land on anyone.

‘Shit! Shit! Shit!’

“Don’t look at the sky! It’s the whisper of the devil. They’re lying about it being the blessing of the goddess! That’s not the goddess’ mirror! Everything Oscar is saying is a lie! You must not fall for her words. Don’t believe anything she’s saying! Only His Majesty is right! Do not be surprised!...