Chapter 135: Revealing The True Identity (3)
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Chapter 135: Revealing The True Identity (3)
The situation in Gehel was handled by Euclid and Iriel.
With a 6th circle grand sorcerer and the saint Iriel in command, overcoming a few thousand soldiers was more than feasible.
Moreover, the enemys morale had hit rock bottom, while that of the Holy Nation was soaring.
Naturally, there was no reason for the Holy Nation to lose.
On the verge of a crushing victory, the Holy Nation managed to recapture Gehel Castle that night.
They did not become complacent, but the joy of victory was indescribable.
A festival broke out in Gehel Castle, once a sea of flames.
Soldiers opened the wine from the underground cellars and enjoyed themselves.
There was no chance of the enemy forces attacking again.
Most of Proxias commanders were dead, and their soldiers were too busy fleeing.
Having experienced the power of Euclid and Iriel, they would be safe for a while.
Euclid stood on an old-fashioned balcony, her blue hair fluttering in the wind.
A pleasantly cool breeze brushed past her.
Iriel approached her with a glass of wine.
What are you doing here all alone in such a place?
As soon as she saw her, Euclid knelt on one knee.
Greetings, Saint.
Enough of that. No need for formalities now.
At her words, Euclid slowly stood up.
It was a tough day, wasnt it?
It was a day where they exerted themselves to the point of exhaustion.
They repelled Proxias army, brought Zik, and relocated them to Gehel Castle.
The day ended only after receiving reports about the situation in Selonia and Siliene and devising countermeasures.
It was a day so exhausting it almost brought tears to her eyes.
Yet, Euclids expression remained calm.
Its okay.
Iriel looked closely at Euclids profile.
She said it was okay, but it probably wasnt.
Having led the battle in Siliene to victory and then joining as reinforcements in Gehel, she must have had the hardest time of anyone here.
She showed no sign of difficulty, masking the extent of her inner pain.
The pair maintained their silence on the balcony, gazing at the star-filled sky.
The stars shone beautifully, indifferent to the days events.
How much time had passed as they quietly observed the sky, sipping wine?
Euclid broke the silence.
Lately, Ive watched many people die or been present at their deaths. It makes me wonder. What is life, exactly? Can one truly be proud of living it correctly?
Her tone was neither inquisitive nor confessional.
Yet, Iriel sensed profundity in the ambiguity.
Is achieving a set goal really all life is about?
Her voice, softer than usual, reverberated across the balcony.
Euclid, already small in stature, seemed even more diminutive that day.
Iriel, still staring at the sky, replied.
I dont know No one can say wandering without a purpose is wrong Perhaps only the gods have that knowledge.
Even she, held in high esteem as a saint, could not claim she knew the correct way to live.
Thus, she had little to offer.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
Given my short life so far maybe living as one desires is the right path?
Euclid took a sip of her wine in response to the ambiguous answer.
It wasnt a freeing solution, nor one that could lift the spirits, but somehow, it was a satisfying one.
She nodded slightly in agreement.
Could this be the afterlife?
When he cautiously moved, his body responded without any pain.
Yet, everything felt too real.
From the softness of the bed beneath his hand to the lively breeze caressing his whole body.
Why was he alive?
His injuries should have been fatal.
Even his vision, which seemed fine, indicated that his previously severed eye had been restored.
What on earth
Zik hastily dressed and stepped outside.
Gehel Castle came into view immediately.
The grandeur of the castle, the refreshing wind, the grass swaying in it, and the fresh air struck him with a sense of reality.
The renewed sense of life, which he thought he had lost, inexplicably brought a lump to his throat.
A few knights passing by quickly bowed their heads to him.
Lord Zik, youre awake!
What a relief!
Zik, almost tearing up, quickly turned away.
Im fine. Instead, report to me in detail what happened while I was unconscious.
Though they were not directly under Ziks command, as the leader of the Duke of Trays House, they had a duty to answer.
Moreover, they held personal respect for Zik.
The youngest ever Sword Master.
The weight of that title was no small matter.
Here was the man who had reached a realm all swordsmen aspired to.
Not long after you collapsed, the Saint arrived.
At their words, he immediately reacted.
Zik quickly turned back, almost shouting.
You mean the Saint woke up!
The knights awkwardly smiled and replied.
Yes The Saint killed most of the monsters on the battlefield. He also fought the Sword Masters. Then he carried you and went into the forest
Did he owe his life again?
It was the second time he had been protected by the very lord he was supposed to guard.
He clenched his fist.
Despite being a Sword Master, he had recently felt insufficient.
Far from serving the Saint, he felt like a burden.
What a useless person I am.
As Zik trembled, two knights approached him.
Ah! By the way, if you wake up, the Saintess asked to see you.
The Saintess?
Yes. The knights on duty were repeatedly told to convey this message.
Understood. Go ahead, you may leave now.
The two knights bowed and left.
Zik watched them for a moment before moving.
He didnt know why the Saintess wanted to see him, but he had to respond if called.
Considering they were in Gehel Castle and not Selonia, she would likely be in an annex or office.
He re-entered the annex where he had been resting and started to tidy up.
He wouldnt allow himself to meet a saint in an unkempt state.
After checking his appearance again, finding nothing amiss, he sheathed his sword at his waist.
He then headed to the lords office where the Saintess was likely waiting.
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Chapter 135: Revealing The True Identity (3)
The situation in Gehel was handled by Euclid and Iriel.
With a 6th circle grand sorcerer and the saint Iriel in command, overcoming a few thousand soldiers was more than feasible.
Moreover, the enemys morale had hit rock bottom, while that of the Holy Nation was soaring.
Naturally, there was no reason for the Holy Nation to lose.
On the verge of a crushing victory, the Holy Nation managed to recapture Gehel Castle that night.
They did not become complacent, but the joy of victory was indescribable.
A festival broke out in Gehel Castle, once a sea of flames.
Soldiers opened the wine from the underground cellars and enjoyed themselves.
There was no chance of the enemy forces attacking again.
Most of Proxias commanders were dead, and their soldiers were too busy fleeing.
Having experienced the power of Euclid and Iriel, they would be safe for a while.
Euclid stood on an old-fashioned balcony, her blue hair fluttering in the wind.
A pleasantly cool breeze brushed past her.
Iriel approached her with a glass of wine.
What are you doing here all alone in such a place?
As soon as she saw her, Euclid knelt on one knee.
Greetings, Saint.
Enough of that. No need for formalities now.
At her words, Euclid slowly stood up.
It was a tough day, wasnt it?
It was a day where they exerted themselves to the point of exhaustion.
They repelled Proxias army, brought Zik, and relocated them to Gehel Castle.
The day ended only after receiving reports about the situation in Selonia and Siliene and devising countermeasures.
It was a day so exhausting it almost brought tears to her eyes.
Yet, Euclids expression remained calm.
Its okay.
Iriel looked closely at Euclids profile.
She said it was okay, but it probably wasnt.
Having led the battle in Siliene to victory and then joining as reinforcements in Gehel, she must have had the hardest time of anyone here.
She showed no sign of difficulty, masking the extent of her inner pain.
The pair maintained their silence on the balcony, gazing at the star-filled sky.
The stars shone beautifully, indifferent to the days events.
How much time had passed as they quietly observed the sky, sipping wine?
Euclid broke the silence.
Lately, Ive watched many people die or been present at their deaths. It makes me wonder. What is life, exactly? Can one truly be proud of living it correctly?
Her tone was neither inquisitive nor confessional.
Yet, Iriel sensed profundity in the ambiguity.
Is achieving a set goal really all life is about?
Her voice, softer than usual, reverberated across the balcony.
Euclid, already small in stature, seemed even more diminutive that day.
Iriel, still staring at the sky, replied.
I dont know No one can say wandering without a purpose is wrong Perhaps only the gods have that knowledge.
Even she, held in high esteem as a saint, could not claim she knew the correct way to live.
Thus, she had little to offer.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
Given my short life so far maybe living as one desires is the right path?
Euclid took a sip of her wine in response to the ambiguous answer.
It wasnt a freeing solution, nor one that could lift the spirits, but somehow, it was a satisfying one.
She nodded slightly in agreement.
Could this be the afterlife?
When he cautiously moved, his body responded without any pain.
Yet, everything felt too real.
From the softness of the bed beneath his hand to the lively breeze caressing his whole body.
Why was he alive?
His injuries should have been fatal.
Even his vision, which seemed fine, indicated that his previously severed eye had been restored.
What on earth
Zik hastily dressed and stepped outside.
Gehel Castle came into view immediately.
The grandeur of the castle, the refreshing wind, the grass swaying in it, and the fresh air struck him with a sense of reality.
The renewed sense of life, which he thought he had lost, inexplicably brought a lump to his throat.
A few knights passing by quickly bowed their heads to him.
Lord Zik, youre awake!
What a relief!
Zik, almost tearing up, quickly turned away.
Im fine. Instead, report to me in detail what happened while I was unconscious.
Though they were not directly under Ziks command, as the leader of the Duke of Trays House, they had a duty to answer.
Moreover, they held personal respect for Zik.
The youngest ever Sword Master.
The weight of that title was no small matter.
Here was the man who had reached a realm all swordsmen aspired to.
Not long after you collapsed, the Saint arrived.
At their words, he immediately reacted.
Zik quickly turned back, almost shouting.
You mean the Saint woke up!
The knights awkwardly smiled and replied.
Yes The Saint killed most of the monsters on the battlefield. He also fought the Sword Masters. Then he carried you and went into the forest
Did he owe his life again?
It was the second time he had been protected by the very lord he was supposed to guard.
He clenched his fist.
Despite being a Sword Master, he had recently felt insufficient.
Far from serving the Saint, he felt like a burden.
What a useless person I am.
As Zik trembled, two knights approached him.
Ah! By the way, if you wake up, the Saintess asked to see you.
The Saintess?
Yes. The knights on duty were repeatedly told to convey this message.
Understood. Go ahead, you may leave now.
The two knights bowed and left.
Zik watched them for a moment before moving.
He didnt know why the Saintess wanted to see him, but he had to respond if called.
Considering they were in Gehel Castle and not Selonia, she would likely be in an annex or office.
He re-entered the annex where he had been resting and started to tidy up.
He wouldnt allow himself to meet a saint in an unkempt state.
After checking his appearance again, finding nothing amiss, he sheathed his sword at his waist.
He then headed to the lords office where the Saintess was likely waiting.
Chapter 135: Revealing The True Identity 3The situation in Gehel was handled by Euclid and Iriel.With a 6th circle grand sorcerer and the saint Iriel in command, overcoming a few thousand soldiers was more than feasible.Moreover, the enemys morale had hit rock bottom, while that of the Holy Nation was soaring.Naturally, there was no reason for the Holy Nation to lose.On the verge of a crushing victory, the Holy Nation managed to recapture Gehel Castle that night.They did not become complacent, but the joy of victory was indescribable.A festival broke out in Gehel Castle, once a sea of flames.Soldiers opened the wine from the underground cellars and enjoyed themselves.There was no chance of the enemy forces attacking again.Most of Proxias commanders were dead, and their soldiers were too busy fleeing.Having experienced the power of Euclid and Iriel, they would be safe for a while.Euclid stood on an old-fashioned balcony, her blue hair fluttering in the wind.A pleasantly cool breeze brushed past her.Iriel approached her with a glass of wine.What are you doing here all alone in such a place?As soon as she saw her, Euclid knelt on one knee.Greetings, Saint.Enough of that. No need for formalities now.At her words, Euclid slowly stood up.It was a tough day, wasnt it?It was a day where they exerted themselves to the point of exhaustion.They repelled Proxias army, brought Zik, and relocated them to Gehel Castle.The day ended only after receiving reports about the situation in Selonia and Siliene and devising countermeasures.It was a day so exhausting it almost brought tears to her eyes.Yet, Euclids expression remained calm.Its okay.Iriel looked closely at Euclids profile.She said it was okay, but it probably wasnt.Having led the battle in Siliene to victory and then joining as reinforcements in Gehel, she must have had the hardest time of anyone here.She showed no sign of difficulty, masking the extent of her inner pain.The pair maintained their silence on the balcony, gazing at the star-filled sky.The stars shone beautifully, indifferent to the days events.How much time had passed as they quietly observed the sky, sipping wine?Euclid broke the silence.Lately, Ive watched many people die or been present at their deaths. It makes me wonder. What is life, exactly? Can one truly be proud of living it correctly?Her tone was neither inquisitive nor confessional.Yet, Iriel sensed profundity in the ambiguity.Is achieving a set goal really all life is about?Her voice, softer than usual, reverberated across the balcony.Euclid, already small in stature, seemed even more diminutive that day.Iriel, still staring at the sky, replied.I dont know No one can say wandering without a purpose is wrong Perhaps only the gods have that knowledge.Even she, held in high esteem as a saint, could not claim she knew the correct way to live.Thus, she had little to offer.Updated from novelbin.comGiven my short life so far maybe living as one desires is the right path?Euclid took a sip of her wine in response to the ambiguous answer.It wasnt a freeing solution, nor one that could lift the spirits, but somehow, it was a satisfying one.She nodded slightly in agreement.Could this be the afterlife?When he cautiously moved, his body responded without any pain.Yet, everything felt too real.From the softness of the bed beneath his hand to the lively breeze caressing his whole body.Why was he alive?His injuries should have been fatal.Even his vision, which seemed fine, indicated that his previously severed eye had been restored.What on earthZik hastily dressed and stepped outside.Gehel Castle came into view immediately.The grandeur of the castle, the refreshing wind, the grass swaying in it, and the fresh air struck him with a sense of reality.The renewed sense of life, which he thought he had lost, inexplicably brought a lump to his throat.A few knights passing by quickly bowed their heads to him.Lord Zik, youre awake!What a relief!Zik, almost tearing up, quickly turned away.Im fine. Instead, report to me in detail what happened while I was unconscious.Though they were not directly under Ziks command, as the leader of the Duke of Trays House, they had a duty to answer.Moreover, they held personal respect for Zik.The youngest ever Sword Master.The weight of that title was no small matter.Here was the man who had reached a realm all swordsmen aspired to.Not long after you collapsed, the Saint arrived.At their words, he immediately reacted.Zik quickly turned back, almost shouting.You mean the Saint woke up!The knights awkwardly smiled and replied.Yes The Saint killed most of the monsters on the battlefield. He also fought the Sword Masters. Then he carried you and went into the forestDid he owe his life again?It was the second time he had been protected by the very lord he was supposed to guard.He clenched his fist.Despite being a Sword Master, he had recently felt insufficient.Far from serving the Saint, he felt like a burden.What a useless person I am.As Zik trembled, two knights approached him.Ah! By the way, if you wake up, the Saintess asked to see you.The Saintess?Yes. The knights on duty were repeatedly told to convey this message.Understood. Go ahead, you may leave now.The two knights bowed and left.Zik watched them for a moment before moving.He didnt know why the Saintess wanted to see him, but he had to respond if called.Considering they were in Gehel Castle and not Selonia, she would likely be in an annex or office.He re-entered the annex where he had been resting and started to tidy up.He wouldnt allow himself to meet a saint in an unkempt state.After checking his appearance again, finding nothing amiss, he sheathed his sword at his waist.He then headed to the lords office where the Saintess was likely waiting.
