[At that moment, the Allocen Front.]
The back-and-forth exchange continued. A traditional battle between the human alliance and the Demon King's Army, one where the concept of prisoners didn't exist, raged on.
"Percival. How many human soldiers have we killed so far?"
"Fifty."
"And how many have we lost from our legion?"
"...Five. All the same person."
At Percival's report, Gremory beamed. In terms of casualty exchange ratio alone, the results were nothing short of overwhelming.
"Are you alright?"
"Heh heh, it's not as if I actually died. An avatar's death doesn't feed back to me at 100%."
"...Even so, there must be some pain involved."
"It's nothing. The less mana I put into making the avatar, the greater the pain, sure. But it's fine. I'm not so stupid that I'd endure excruciating pain just to hold the line."
