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🕑 Added 2024-01-31 05:04:35 +0000 UTCChapter 860
In the demon-like visage before him, Sunz recalled the appearance of Yuder Aile, which he had seen with his own eyes yet found hard to believe.
Covered in blood, Yuder stood as something far beyond the comprehension of an ordinary human. How could a person not fall, not cry out in pain, or even remain unflinching in such a state?
The sight was shocking and terrifying, yet they all felt a frustrating inability to explain their feelings. The nature of these emotions was clearly articulated by Kanna.
Everyone here feels ashamed and infuriated.
Yes, that was true. Sunz and Emon felt ashamed. They thought they had fought hard, but in retrospect, they had merely hidden behind the Cavalry and taken the easy tasks.
Had they, since awakening their powers, ever fought with all their might like Yuder Aile, even once, risking their own bodies to the brink of destruction? Had they ever volunteered for the more dangerous and arduous tasks, leaving the easier ones to others? Had they sincerely considered that those in higher positions should bear more responsibility and shed more blood?
They had not. Not even once.
They only realized this fact after seeing the battered Yuder and the Cavalry Commander standing beside him. Their clean clothes unstained by blood, their unharmed limbs, and lives spared by others' sacrifices... it was unbearably shameful.
Who was Yuder Aile again? The benefactor who showed the way forward for them who lived each day in mundane misery, unable to die. He had taught them not to underestimate their powers and had treated their promotions as deserved, without jealousy or caution.
Yet, even in his dire state, Yuder Aile had made unbelievable efforts to resolve the cracks and monsters. Disappointed in themselves for almost retreating in fear at his mere appearance, Sunz and Emon fought harder than ever. Although still less crazed than the Cavalry members around them, their shame grew as their fear seemed to numb away. They unleashed emotions they didn't even know had been building up, finding strength in their outburst.
"What are you doing! I won't let anyone retreat even a step!"
"Open your eyes! You are proud members of the Empire's Special Forces! This is your duty!"
The Special Forces, who had joined the Cavalry from the southern branch, were initially startled by the shouts of their Captain, but soon they too roared fiercely.
"Aaaah!"
Initially, when the unit had just formed and trained a few times, they were apprehensive, unsure of how far and how to use their abilities, especially since most of the other Imperial forces were non-Awakeners and they were conscious of their gaze.
But today was different. Influenced by the Cavalry, the Special Forces no longer hesitated to use their powers when needed.
"I can hardly believe this isn't a dream but reality."
"Indeed, General."
General Gino, holding his sword, shook his head in disbelief. His adjutant, Meghna, usually composed, was half-lost in shock. In their view, groups of Cavalry members and Empire soldiers in uniform, without distinction, were throwing themselves into battle, unleashing their abilities.
Fire and water surged, and all sorts of dazzling powers, barely visible to the eye, targeted the enemy. Some transformed their bodies into stone in an instant, while others wielded parts of their altered forms instead of swords to strike down monsters.
Light burst forth, and then pitch-black darkness engulfed the monsters. Arrows, formless yet precise, pierced their vital spots. The wind gathered hail into a small storm, and winged beings flew above, capturing and hurling monsters into it.
As a child, lying in bed, he had heard tales from the adults about the magic era a thousand years ago. Watching these incredible powers being wielded effortlessly by human bodies, he found it hard to believe.
Even though he himself was a swordmaster capable of wielding aura, he was still amazed.
Watching this surreal and unfamiliar scene, the old general chuckled softly.
"When I first heard Duke Peletta's words and saw this horde of monsters, I thought my old body would finally meet its end here... but seeing this, I'm ashamed to have thought so."
His life had been lived steadfastly guarding the Empire's heartland, which made certain things clear.
The nobles grew increasingly obsessed with their own gain, uncaring for the nation or its people, who were exhausted and dying from exploitation, dreaming of escape.
The imperial family, powerless, floundered without achieving meaningful results, while the few righteous individuals were overwhelmed by merely maintaining their positions.
General Gino had thought perhaps there was no hope left for this empire. Was it just the empire? Everywhere he looked, the world seemed the same: decaying, with new things being suppressed and any sprouts of hope trampled before they could grow. Powerful mages dwindled, and despite diligent training, no new swordmasters emerged.
There were times he felt everyone might have given up, caring only for their own lives as accumulated frustration and helplessness turned their interest away from the world, desiring only to detach from everything but themselves.
Yet, the old general persisted, ashamed to show the children born into this world a more broken and fallen state than it already was. Holding his position, he did all he could to teach his successors, knowing nothing but the sword. That was his way.
But did he truly believe the world would improve? No, he was content if it could just maintain its current state...
Clutching his age-old beloved sword, the general felt its aura, brighter than it had been in a long time, illuminating the blade in a vivid blue light.
The last request Kishiar had made came to mind.
"General. There's no need to exert yourself commanding the Cavalry. Let them act freely, and you, for today, I hope you show yourself as the empire's greatest swordsman. Is it too much to ask?"
The young duke, pale and bloodied, had spoken those words with feigned calmness. Gino always vividly remembered the beautiful young man from his childhood. He was one of the most painfully promising, yet destined to be broken and lost.
Always burdened with guilt for not having helped someone who was virtually expelled from the palace, General Gino had rejoiced immensely upon learning that this person had blossomed in a place where no one could protect him and had returned.
How could he possibly refuse such a person's request?
Taking a deep breath, General Gino raised his sword, while Meghna bit her lip and followed closely at his side.
"General... please be careful."
"Of course."
Initially, Meghna had tried to dissuade General Gino from fighting himself instead of commanding.
Her opinion was that they should wait for more reinforcements, including Galexentre and the Special Brigades, who were yet unseen.
But how could they ignore those already battling while waiting for the others to arrive? The Special Forces soldiers mixed in the fray were also under General Gino's command and responsibility.
General Gino smiled at his devoted disciple, who had strived for so long to meet his expectations. Meghna was someone who had given up much due to the pressure of succeeding her master as a swordmaster.
Yet, the general knew her real talent lay more in command than in swordsmanship. Perhaps he could teach her today that she had qualities surpassing even those of her master, who was more confident in swordsmanship than in command.
"I'll be back, Meghna. I leave the rest to you."
As the old general walked, not ran, his sword shimmered with aura. Moments later, a group of monsters charging at him was cleanly bisected by his controlled yet breathtakingly powerful aura.
Comments
Antoinette Kalmus
Hmm, I need to go review the manwha. Did they make Gino a Zaddy? I hope they did this fine man justice.
Lele_Dod
For some reason this chapter and the previous one made me want to cry... I'm so happy that everyone is starting to understand how incredible Yuder is and how much he is suffering in silence, never complaining 🥺
