Story of Longevity

　　 Alice Tria-Fibrari, this is my name.

　　 Except for the unimportant identity of the princess of the sacred Kingdom of Würthstein, I think I am just an ordinary person.

　　 This is not self-defeating, nor is it complacent.

　　 is a real fact.

　　 I live in a world full of sorrow and war.

　　 Since I was born, what I have heard and seen most is not prosperity or peace. It's a series of wars and deaths.

　　Since many years ago, the black magician [Speep the Eternal Tribulation] summoned the evil and cruel dragon group [Winterwilt], this country, this world, there has been no laughter and peace.

　　 The princess of a country, if it were in peacetime, maybe I would grow up peacefully surrounded by flowers and dolls.

　　 But as far as I can remember, around me, these things didn't exist from the beginning.

　　 In addition to the books on marching command, the ones I have come into contact with most are weapons, armors, and war horses.

　　Maybe when I was young, I was full of complaints about such hard training and learning.

　　 However, after my first success in my studies, the first time I walked out of the royal capital, and stepped onto the battlefield, all the complaints and all the cowardice disappeared in my heart like being washed away by water.

　　 Only deep regret and fighting spirit remain in the bottom of my heart.

　　 Why didn’t I study harder? Train harder?

　　 If I had stronger power, they would not die.

　　 My comrades-in-arms will not die, my people will not die, the knight who eats together will not die, and the kid waving at me will not die...

　　No one will die.

　　……

　　 Only I survived.

　　Because I am the princess of this country.

what is this?

　　 Because of my identity, did the old knight who protected me take his own life?

　　 [No, you are hope, the hope of all of us, Alice. Alice Tria-Fibrari]

　　 The elderly father told me so.

　　 I returned from the battlefield alive. After recovering from my injury, I was awarded a weapon, an incredible weapon——

　　【Armor】【Gaizi von Berlichge】

　　 This is an ancient magic weapon that only the blood of the royal family can control. Originally, it was a weapon used by my father when he was young.

　　 But time is so unfortunate. Just when the previous generation was old and still young, such a disaster occurred in the world, and the source of all evil-seeing the eternal robbery, maybe it was just aiming at this point...

　　I gained strength and returned to the battlefield. Time will not wait for anyone.

　　 In one breathing time, countless people will die on the battlefield, and how many people can I save in that breath?

　　 I can’t wait to use every second of my time to kill one more evil dragon, which would mean saving a lot of lives.

　　 I started my own killing, I started killing all the time!

　　 Kill, kill, kill!

　　 Kill more dragons, kill for justice, and save more people!

kill……

　　 But, one day, I suddenly found out that I was wrong. I was really too weak.

　　【Armor】【Gaizi von Berlichge】

　　 Its power is indeed strong, but I am too weak to use him.

　　 I cannot be in two places at the same time.

　　 I can save here, but I can't save there.

　　 I have strong power, but I can only protect my side and the distance I can see.

　　 But [Winterwilt] is a group of dragons.

　　 They have spread all over the continent.

　　 We intercepted the army of dragons lurking in the mountains, but we couldn't protect the villages we had stationed before.

　　 The question of choosing one of two.

　　 Did you abandon this village in order to save more people?

　　 Or to save the village and give up the army that intercepted the dragons?

　　Me, Alice Tria Fibrari, is still too weak to protect such a small village?

　　 Then I want to talk about how to guard this world from the army of [Winterwilt]?

　　 I shoulder the hope of everyone who loves my world, but I can’t even do such a simple thing.

　　 None of the five major cities has been retaken so far, and even a small village of Magrats has been lost. Not even a little girl given to Chen Nuo can be saved...

　　 What the **** is it for...for what is the current power?

　　 Looking at the item in my hand that was given to me at parting, I no longer have the joy of victory in my heart, the joy of killing and abuse, and only the deep regret that has been asleep for a long time.

　　If I have more powerful power, no matter if it is repeated grief or continuous war, everything can be prevented...

　　……

　　 As if my prayers were fulfilled, suddenly one day, that girl in military uniform appeared in front of me.

　　 accepted her invitation, and I came to this deadly land of gods.

　　 Yes, if I use one word to describe this place, then use the word dead.

　　 Although the world I live in is full of death and war, everyone lives with the pure faith of right or hatred, or fighting spirit, or hope for the future.

　　 But the world in front of me is more like purgatory than mine--

　　Although I am in this beautiful world, everyone in this world is extremely tired. I can't see anything that can be called faith in them.

　　 Everyone lives like a walking dead, a terrifying land of gods.

　　 But this is the world, but there is a [Creator] who created the world I live in.

　　 Is there anything more terrifying than this reality?

　　 Somewhere in this world, there is a person who has no good faith or hope in his heart. With the mentality of allowing everyone to play, he created a world full of war and death like mine under his hands.

　　 How could this kind of thing happen to it!

　　 I am coming now.

　　 If this is really an opportunity God gave me, a chance to change the world with my own hands, I will definitely save my world from war at all costs~www.ltnovel.com~.

　　 Listening to the advice of a girl in military uniform, on the way to capture the Creator, I handily rescued a magical girl who knew the world very well from a group of people who were also summoned to this world but had different beliefs.

　　 then found and captured my creator with her.

　　 But that night I pointed a sharp spear at this so-called cartoonist and asked him to forcibly change the world view of the world I live in. I found that the adaptation had no effect.

　　[Winterwilt] has not disappeared, the dead people have not been resurrected, and even my strength has not increased at all.

　　 Even now I can’t even return to the original world.

　　 This attempt was unsuccessful, it can even be said to have failed!

　　 When I took the man who was the creator of our world to question the girl in military uniform who brought me into this world, she answered like this.

[His Excellency Alice Tria, I am not lying. The world is also very strong. Order is necessary in any world. After giving it enough shake, collapse and disharmony, it will be the creator's turn. Come to exert strength. 】

　　 [So, I hope you will shake the common sense of this world, Your Excellency Alice Tria. 】

　　 I choose to believe her again.

　　 After that, I, the magical girl I rescued, and a despicable middle-aged man with a mouthful of alcohol took action for the subversive plan of the girl in uniform.

Until one evening, when we persuaded a woman who was also a foreigner, but who always smelled of lies, we had a violent encounter with the other selected group of people who had different beliefs. The conflict, the battle is on the verge...