The battle was over for now, and the long-awaited silence had returned.
I staggered back a bit, fell on my butt, then laid on the bare ground—ignoring the bewildered gazes the soldiers threw at me. My head still ached from pushing my [Door] talent beyond its limit.
Lying on the ground was a habit I picked up from living alone in a massive castle I once called home. Everywhere qualified as my bed.
This battle had been short, but exciting. I got a glimpse of what warfare was like in this world—and I have to admit, it wasn't pretty. I can finally understand why this Earth was considered a prime realm. Even without my involvement, these soldiers would have won a decisive victory against the orcs.
In fact, I wouldn't be offended if someone said I didn't play a vital role in this war. What I did was quite negligible compared to Kenza.
"Clear the bridge," Kenza commanded coldly.
I heard her stepping forward, rifle slung low.
