Scenario:The Art of Mercy - Chapter 5: Elegy for the Valorous - Episode 2

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The Art of Mercy - Chapter 5: Elegy for the Valorous - Episode 2

Polaris's troops face off against Prince Erik and his soldiers at the front line, and a fierce battle between the general and the prince begins. Erik sacrifices one of his own soldiers and fatally wounds Polaris, but the Erdeni general pushes back and manages to inflict a serious injury on Erik before the Zilantos army finally retreats.



Several days later, the Erdeni army heads out toward the city of Zaha once more.
Just as they had feared, the army's supplies have begun to run low and are now reaching their limit.
Seeing this as the optimal time to march on the city, the troops depart once again, with Leonis and Lyria staying behind to watch over the base.
Polaris: The Zilantos army is within sight. Looks like they're ready to give us a warm welcome... Can't say I'm too happy about that.
Shura: No doubt the enemy foresaw this and made the appropriate preparations for our inevitable arrival.
Polaris: Yes... This is probably the last chance for us to make a move.
Polaris stares icily at the enemy as she stands at the front line, her resolve unwavering.
Polaris: Shura, you should hurry back to our main unit. Leave this here to me. You have your own work to do, don't you?
Shura: ...
Polaris: Shura?
Shura: Please be careful, Polaris.
Shura: Just as it is a vital point for Erdeni, Zaha is also essential for Zilantos in this battle.
Shura: If they have Luhua at the ready, Zilantos must be getting desperate as well.
Polaris: Then all the more reason to give this battle all that we've got.
Polaris: The day that Zaha fell, I lost many of my subordinates…
Polaris: The time has come to avenge them.
However, Polaris's firm words fail to reassure Shura, whose frown only deepens.
Sensing the tension, Polaris smiles wryly.
Polaris: Oh, come on, Shura! You're going to get everyone nervous with that face you're making. You're the strategist here!
Shura: Oh... I-I'm sorry!
Shura: I'm just worried—no, uneasy—about engaging the enemy in our current state.
Polaris: Yes... It's true that our soldiers are feeling less than positive, and there's a lot we need to work around.
Polaris: But that doesn't mean we've lost just yet! We have to keep fighting for what we believe in until the very end!
Shura relaxes a little at Polaris's confident tone.
Shura: Look at me, hardly able to contain my own insecurity... yet I call myself a strategist. It seems I still have much to learn.
Polaris: I see it as one of your strong points, Shura. The insecurity that you feel will prevent you from ever making any reckless decisions.
Polaris: Let's win this no matter what. For us, and for the future of Erdeni!
Polaris: And once this war ends, let's hold a big celebration! I have just the perfect bottle of fruit wine saved up for us!
Shura: That sounds excellent! I'm looking forward to it.
Reassured by Polaris's words of encouragement, Shura gives a firm nod, the look in her eyes no longer wavering.
Polaris nods back in approval with a wide smile on her face before starting her march out onto the battlefield.
Polaris and her front line troops collide with the enemy soldiers under Prince Erik's command, and the battle commences.
Intimidated by the enemy's hostile looks, the Erdeni troops falter. Zilantos takes this opportunity to make their assault.
However, Zawra's unit moves in from the east side, with Altair and the others closing in from the west. The Erdeni soldiers swiftly surround the enemy according to plan.
Playing the main role in their strategy, Polaris's unit gets ready to charge.
Polaris: Our target is Prince Erik of Zilantos! Soldiers, follow me!
Erdeni Soldiers: Raaaah!
However, a single enemy soldier suddenly moves to stand in front of Polaris's troops.
Mysterious Soldier: Ahh... Hel....p... me...
Polaris: ...?
Dazed and off guard, the soldier staggers toward them. His body begins to emit a faint light.
Polaris: ...!
Quick! Get back, everyone!
Mysterious Soldier: Ah...
A pillar of light engulfs the Zilantos soldier and explodes, the impact of the explosion threatening to obliterate both friend and foe.
Polaris's troops escape the explosion by a hair's width. The general stares at where the soldier had stood just a moment ago, speechless.
Polaris: What... have they done...
Erik: Well, darn, that didn't work. I was hoping he'd have a little more stamina than that...
Erik: Man, this is boring... It ended so fast. That's no fun.
Erik swiftly deflects Polaris's attack and looks dubiously at her.
Erik: That was close... Who the hell are you? What got you so worked up?
Polaris: Erik... Third in line to the Zilantos throne. That soldier just now... Was that your doing?
Erik: Sure was. Pretty amusing, right?
Polaris: Amusing?
The Erdeni general widens her eyes at Erik's words. She grips her hammer, her arms shaking with anger.
Polaris: Erik... You fail to possess even a fragment of moral character or intellect. The world would be a much better place without scum like you.
Erik: Hm. Cheeky thing, aren't you?
Polaris: This is a battlefield. I can't tell you what's right or wrong...
Polaris: But what I can tell you is that what you just did is absolutely unforgivable.
Polaris: I'll have you die here... by my hand!
Erik: Hah! Let's see you try, you pathetic runt!
Polaris lunges at Erik, bringing her hammer down on him. The prince raises his own sword to block her attack.
Polaris is small, but swift—she swings at the prince again and again, allowing him no time to recover. Erik clicks his tongue in frustration.
Erik: Arrrgh! The little shrimp keeps moving around and getting on my nerves!
Polaris: ...!
But the prince has no time to complain when up against Polaris's incredible speed.
Polaris: (It's over!)
The Erdeni general moves in the split second Erik takes his eyes off of her. She swings her weapon up, ready to finish him.
Scared Soldier: Eeeek! P-Prince Erik! What are you—
Polaris: ...!
The prince thrusts one of his soldiers in front of him as a shield. Polaris twists her body just in time, weakening her swing to avoid killing the innocent man.
Erik: You're way too soft.
Polaris: Augh!
Scared Soldier: What... Prince... Erik?
Erik runs his sword through the soldier and sinks it deep into Polaris.
Satisfied that his thrust has landed, the prince yanks his sword back with all his might.
Polaris: Ergh!
Erik: Ahahahaha! Miserable filth! And what were you saying before this?
Polaris: Ugh...
Erik: See you later, half-pint. You made a trash general, but I guess it was fun while it lasted—
Polaris: Haaaah!
It was too soon for Erik to gloat. Polaris seizes the opportunity and uses her remaining strength to strike a final blow.
Erik: Augh!
Erik: You're... kidding... You're nothing but... trash!
Polaris lands a solid blow, her hammer sinking deep into the side of Erik's stomach.
Erik: What the hell... What the hell is this! How dare you hurt me like this! I'm gonna kill you! I'll rip you to pieces!
Zilantos Soldier: Prince Erik! If you move like that, it will exacerbate your wound! We must retreat!
Erik: Shut up! Don't tell me what to do!
I'm gonna kill you... I'll massacre the whole lot of you Erdeni scum!
Despite the blood pouring from his wound, Erik is determined to fight, his eyes burning with hate.
The soldier restrains him, pulling him back by force. They retreat from the battlefield and out of sight.
With their general no longer on the field, the Zilantos troops begin to draw back. Polaris stands by herself, watching the enemy slowly retreat to the city.
Polaris: Heh heh... Serves you right... Too bad we didn't manage to... capture him though...
Polaris: Sorry, Shura... Zawra... Leonis...
Polaris: Looks like we... won't be able to... enjoy that bottle I saved... for us...
Polaris: What a... waste...
Polaris whispers softly as her eyelids droop, the light slowly disappearing from beneath them.
A single tear rolls down her cheek from her vacant eyes.