Chapter 155

Chapter 155

The night before the siege of Saint Mathilde began.

I became a priest because I didnt want to fight.

Eugene sighed as he paced around the gallery. Beyond the tall towers of the Palace Royale, the vast plains of Saint Mathilde were packed with overwhelming military encampments.

Just the thought of those people walking in this direction would overwhelm the defenses. Theyve clearly surpassed the level of forces that can be defended against.

This is insane, seriously.

How is this even a starting quest? Is this what first-year quests are supposed to be like? Or is it because of Ivan? Is it some kind of level scaling?

Eugene grumbled as he checked the soldiers armaments and inspected the gallerys defenses. Sleep just wouldnt come.

War is supposed to be an enjoyable event when consumed as games or movies. But when youre in the middle of it, it feels more like horror than thrill. His hands kept trembling.

It seems you cant sleep.

Oh, Oscar.

Eugene tried to avoid eye contact. Oscar walked from the entrance of the tower. Standing under the torchlight, his face was obscured by shadows.

Embarrassing. Eugene tried to move away with a nod. Then, Oscars voice came from behind him.

Have you perhaps spoken about the impending fight?

I dont convey such things in that manner.

I see.

Oscar turned his head with a deliberate motion. There was a moment of hesitation. It seemed like he wanted to say something but was reluctant to speak first.

Perhaps.Have you. has the God revealed anything else to you?

What do you mean?

Oscar cautiously began to speak, then closed his eyes tightly and stepped back. After muttering a few times, he lowered his head again.

Soon, he regained his composure.

No. Nothing. Please, try to rest even a little.

If what Oscar wanted to ask about is that, then.

No. Please dont say it. Ill hear about it after today. Its not yet time for more hope.

Oscar soon turned his body and left. His heavy footsteps echoed on the solid stone floor of the gallery.

Eugene glanced at his retreating figure for a moment before turning his gaze back to the plain beyond the castle walls.

Sigh.

It was a problem knowing so well what he wanted to ask, what he was afraid of.

Eugene scratched his head for a moment, then slammed his head back and sighed again.

[Ivan Petrovich Yermov]

[Character: Affinity towards Jill Ber de Etarique]

[76 (Very Favorable)]

[This value is not subject to volatility due to the death of the subject.]

This is insane, seriously.

Eugene spent the night with wide-open eyes. At that moment, just like everyone else behind those castle walls.

Episode 155. Elegy.

It always rained at moments like this. Is this also some kind of clich? Hed rather it wasnt. That would be too cruel, as if the world wished for his death.

Ivan watched the procession in the rain.

Eternal rest grant unto them.

And may perpetual light shine upon them.

Behind the knights walking in the pouring rain, a massive coffin followed.

The wet armor clung to them. Etariques armor was quietly marching behind the coffin.

Praise be. Praise be. Praise be.

Do not mourn those who left first. You stand among them as well.

He thought as he looked down at the coffin covered in flowers.

Poor guy. In the end, hes now forever unbeatable. He thought.

Approaching soldiers could be heard. Beyond the soldiers trying to stop him, Elizavetas voice was heard.

Do not obstruct his rights in Tylesse!

With Elizavetas cry, the soldiers of Krasilov raised their weapons. As the elderly king of Tylesse waved his hand, the soldiers bowed their heads and stepped back.

In the silence that followed, Ivan dug into his bosom and pulled out a small insignia. The symbol of the Cleanup Unit, the last remaining one. The one he couldnt bring himself to discard after retiring.

*Clack.*

When he turned over the insignia made of steel, the engraved name appeared. [Lieutenant Ivan Petrovich]. He placed the insignia with its pin facing downwards on the coffin.

*Thud.*

He punched the insignia into the coffin with his fist. Again and again, until it was firmly embedded. *Thud, thud, thud.* Like the beating of a heart.

In representation of the previous era, Lieutenant Ivan Petrovich Yermov. You were, and still are, a member of the hero party. (Jill Ber)

*Thud. Thud.*

Until it couldnt be driven in any deeper. He pounded it with his fist.

Dont be so damn timid. Have some confidence. Otherwise, wont you be anxious leaving the kids behind? (Jill Ber)

The burdens of the previous era will be borne by the previous era. Stand as the vanguard of todays heroes. (Jill Ber)

Carry the burdens of the previous era and fulfill the duties of the previous era. (Jill Ber)

Light the way for todays generation. (Jill Ber)

When he finally stopped his fist, Ivan nodded as he looked down at the coffin.

I make this promise.

In this era, no one will mourn each other.

So, lets finish the unfinished stories when we meet again someday.

Ivan turned and left. Dmitri smiled bitterly and held an umbrella over his head.

Eternal rest grant unto them.

And may endless light shine upon them.

The righteous will be remembered forever.

The righteous will not be the subject of gossip.

The elegy ended. The funeral of a homeland hero concluded.

In the rainy October, along with the war of Tylesse.

*

Say it again.

Ivan asked in a low voice in front of the soldier lying on the bed.

The soldier, dressed in the uniform of the Capital Defense Forces, hesitated with a frightened expression before tightly closing his eyes.

Who, what, how did it?

Izha was the only soldier who returned alive from the Bernini Mountains. Except for him, all members of the Eastern Knights and all the Capital Defense Forces who marched into the mountains at the time were consumed by the dragons flames.

I I just told you what I saw I swear

So, say it again.

At Ivans question, the man shrunk into himself. It was too terrifying a gaze for an ordinary soldier to endure. He cautiously glanced around and spoke in a low voice.

T-the hero appeared and

Assassinated My Lord the Grand Duke.

He said.

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