Chapter 288: Completion (9)

Chapter 288: Completion (9)

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"Ugh..."

"Professor Gracie, are you conscious?"

Gracie slowly opened her eyes in response to my question.

"Where is this..."

She regained consciousness while tossing and turning.

"...Huh? Rudy Astria?"

I was surprised to see Gracie opening her eyes wide.

Then, she looked around.

"Did I fall asleep while writing a paper? I think I had a strange dream... Something about Aryandor standing in front of me..."

"It's not a dream. You're fine, considering you're talking nonsense."

"Eh?"

Cromwell let out a sigh of relief seeing Gracie like this.

"Good. You're alright."

Astina looked at us with a dumbfounded expression.

"...You call this being alright?"

Gracie widened her eyes at Astina standing in front of her.

"If this isn't a dream... No, why is Astina here...?"

Cromwell slowly began to speak.

"Astina just arrived. The Royal Army came to check on your condition briefly."

"The Royal Army has arrived... But how did I..."

Gracie had received a severe sword wound in the middle of the battlefield.

Right in front of Aryandor, the enemy leader, no less.

In a normal situation, she wouldn't have been able to retreat and would have faced death.

Gracie looked puzzled, as if none of this made sense to her.

"I had a talk with Aryandor."

"Did you make some kind of contract? How did you..."

"I don't know. It was Aryandor who made that proposal."

We couldn't understand it either.

About a day had passed since that battle.

The Academy managed to fend off the enemy without losing any soldiers, allowing them to catch their breath.

However, many questions remained.

Clearly, the battle would have been advantageous for the rebels.

Yet, they didn't push on.

They even gave the Royal Army time to join forces with the Academy.

"Let's withdraw now. Professor Gracie should rest as well."

"Are you leaving?"

Gracie tried to get up at Astina's words.

"Ouch!"

She immediately clutched her stomach and fell back onto the bed.

"Are you okay?"

"Ugh..."

Cromwell then spoke to Gracie.

"Gracie, you can rest. You're not in a condition to get up."

"But..."

"It's okay. You've done what you could. You can rest now."

Gracie bit her lip and nodded at Cromwell's words.

Leaving Gracie behind, we left the tent where she was staying.

Astina looked around and asked Cromwell.

"What's the situation now?"

"It's practically impossible to lose now. The Royal Army has arrived, and we're hearing news of victories from the Empire's outskirts."

The nobles who had rebelled at the Empire's outskirts were being dealt with decisively by Ian's forces.

"It won't be long before Ian can join us on this front."

With that, Daemon had nothing to say.

Venderwood was always a stoic person.

He's someone who completely trusts Aryandor without any doubt.

If ordered to die, he would die; if ordered to live, he would live.

Being a slave originally, that mentality was deeply ingrained in him.

"Putting that aside, how are you feeling? Can you fight?"

"I can't fight properly, but I can still move."

"The upcoming battle will be all-out. Can you hold your ground there?"

"I will."

Daemon closed his mouth at the response 'I will' instead of 'I can'.

Venderwood's condition was not normal.

Although Daemon didn't particularly like Venderwood, it was a fact that his strength was beneficial to the rebels.

Losing such a force right before a total war would be devastating.

"I've never asked you for anything, but I'll ask you this one thing."

Daemon reached out his hand to Venderwood, who was sitting.

"Will you fight... until the end?"

Venderwood stared at Daemon's hand, then grabbed it and stood up.

"There's no need to ask that. Just command, and I will act."

"Thank you."

There were many questions about Aryandor, but now they were facing a major battle.

No matter how suspicious Aryandor was, facing the Royal Army was the priority.

In that sense, Venderwood's words were incredibly reassuring.

"Daemon."

At that moment, Aryandor entered the tent where Venderwood and Daemon were.

Aryandor was fully dressed in full plate armor, ready for battle.

"Let's start moving now."

"Understood."

As they stepped outside the tent, countless soldiers, armed and ready, were waiting.

Undead and many people.

It's unknown how many of these people will survive.

The force might be insufficient to break through the canyon guarded by the Academy.

Yet, they had to go.

Only by breaking through there could they win.

Despite his doubts about Aryandor, he was still the only key that could lead them to victory.

If he reaches the Academy, they can win, so they had no choice but to move forward.

Daemon looked at Aryandor.

They had fought and won many battles together, defeating corrupt nobles and rescuing the oppressed people under them.

So, this time too.

He would willingly sacrifice his own life if needed.

He hoped to bring victory to the people in front of them.

"Aryandor. Shall we go?"

Daemon did not ask about what Venderwood had said.

What's the point of asking now?

They hadn't talked about it on the way here either.

They had decided to trust and follow Aryandor for this battle.

So, there was no need to raise any objections.

"Yes, then."

Aryandor put on the helmet set beside him.

Then he walked forward, through the soldiers.

"Let's go."

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