Reincarnated into a Game As the Hero’s Friend

nder normal circumstances.
I can do it, albeit a bit forcefully, because of the Zeavert household influence.
As the oil is often used in diplomatic ceremonies, the Zeavert household knows its circulation in the market.

In other words, I just used my father’s name (without his permission) to buy the oil.
I’m probably going to be scolded later, but it’s better than dying.
The battle around the capital also makes it easier for me to gather the oils in a short amount of time.
It’s the only thing I can be thankful of the battle.

Since there are only ten slingers, they didn’t create something big like a flame war.

The reason I choose to bring the jars to the battlefield despite the existence of magic is that the fire created by spells and these flame jars is different.
The fire created by spells will die out not long after the spells hit the enemies, while fire created by flame jars can last longer.

Why? I don’t know.
The principle of magic is still a mystery to me.

Anyway, I don’t care as long as its works.

The demons that went on fire started to roll on the ground.
So what’s hot is still hot, eh.
They become obstacles for other demons, obstructing the enemies’ overall movement

Because of them, a gap is created between the enemies in front of us, and the enemies after them.
If we defeated the enemies right in front, Our retreat would become easier.

“Push them back!”

“Get Them!”

“Die, you bastard!”

Several rounds of jars throw are enough for my troop to get used to them.
Now they started to prepare to attack after a round of jar throws.
Thanks to it, the reaction speed of my troop increased.

After we exterminated the enemy’s current front we stepped back again.
Not that I don’t want to run, it just behind me is the Royal Guards so I have no choice but to keep fighting.

Well, this situation is on the better side.
Because the Royal Guard has been taking care of and protecting injured personnel.

Additionally, human legs can’t match up to the beasts’ legs.
The chance of being killed after running away here is way higher.

“Welner-sama, The flame jars have almost run out”

“Alright.
Although we still have some potions left, tell the hunters and proters that they have my permission to retreat.
Make sure they brought our horses back to the mansion.”

I replied in a hoarse voice.
I don’t have enough energy to keep shouting like before.
The enemy didn’t relent even for a bit, so I’m mentally tired.
Comet to think of it, back when this world is still a game, didn’t a similar thing happen? No matter how many times I killed mobs unless I also killed the boss they will keep coming.
Where the heck are these guys keep coming from?

The capital walls had gotten closer, but I don’t think I can handle this anymore.
Should I just give up? I can at least close the curtain with a dramatic end by throwing the remaining flame jars.

As I started to give up, the enemies’ movement suddenly became strange.
Some beasts look confused, and others look flustered after they see us.
Some insect-type beasts even started to attack other demons.

I followed my instinct.

“This is our chance! Push them back!”

“Welner-sama!!??”

Ignoring the knights’ doubt, I swing my spear with all my power.
A bit later, The Zeavert army that had been accustomed to following my order followed me. 

The last to react is people who just joined my troops.
As a result, we created a spindle-like formation and succeeded in killing the enemies at an unprecedented speed.
Currently, those demons are no longer a demon outbreak (Stampede) but just a ragtag of demons.

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To tell you the truth, I don’t remember what happened after.
After the battle, I learned that I rushed to the enemy line and rampaged inside.
Apparently, The sight of me mowing down terrified demons makes me look like I’m the devil myself.

No, I don’t enjoy slaughter! It must be the effect of my pilled-up stress…probably.

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Not long after, a second army comes to our rescue.
It was probably thanks to the knights that returned with the Royal Grandson.
We worked together with that enemy to pulverize the ragtag group of demons and successfully drove back the demons in the truest sense.

“…We won..”

“WE WON!!!”

“IT’S OUR VICTORY!!”

Cheers of celebration followed after.
I managed to stand by using my spear as a cane in its midst.

Huh? Is this a dream? We won!?

It took time for the word me to digest that fact, and the second a sense of relief came, everything turned black.
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T/N:

3/5 chapter that I’ve owned! The first battle has finally come to an end! Anyway, I heard that the horizontal line that I used to indicate POV and scene change sometimes didn’t appear.
So I changed it with a special character.
Tell me in the comment if it also doesn’t; show up