Chapter 17 - Volume 1
In other news, I also changed the erroneous EN that I used in the past chapters back into the correct OZ term, because of a mistake I wrote in my glossary earlier.
Chapter 17 – The Goddess of War
The flames continued to rage around them, the golden red light illuminating every one of their faces till their edges of their faces were contrasted darkly.
Brendel raised his head and carefully regarded the young vice captain riding on the horse. Brendel saw that he was equally serious: He pursed his lips and glared silently at him as if to make him submit.
But regardless of who had control of this body, Brendel or Sophie, they would not be affected by him.
“I’m a militia from Anchorite, may I ask Sir captain from Bucce when the guards from Bucce able to command the allied troops from another region? May I ask Sir captain where your appointment order is?”
The riders behind Bretton immediately stopped whispering when they heard Brendel speak. Brendel fought for Aouine in the game for years. His grasp in the kingdom’s laws was beyond any of the young guards here.
He shook his head: “Bring me to see captain Marden. I’m looking for Freya and the others. I can bring you out of this dire situation, but before all that you must tell me, did something happen to the family members of the third militia squadron?”
Bretton’s face completely darkened.
“You? Lead us out?” The young captain seemed to have squeezed the words out from his teeth. When he finished, he turned his head around and gestured at his own members, indicating them to move out from the other side.
He did not even want to waste his breath on Brendel anymore. He even regretted that he spoke to him earlier. He thought about the battle in the afternoon, and felt that it was the biggest nightmare in his entire life. He even suspected that it would continue to haunt him his whole life.
Brendel stood at one side as he watched them leave silently. His mind considered at the various possibilities, but there was only one possibility that made sense. He could not help but call after him: “Bretton.”
The captain immediately stopped.
“Was it Freya’s family?”
Bretton’s body went rigid. He hesitated for a while and nodded.
“What happened exactly?”
“When you find Freya, help me tell her this.”
“What?”
Bretton sighed: “If you find her, tell her that I’m sorry. During this afternoon’s battle, Uncle Cecil and her aunt were unfortunately…”
Before he finished speaking, he heard a clanking noise behind him.
Everyone was startled and they looked back, only to find Freya with a pale face full of disbelief and her sword had dropped from her hand.
The youth Irene who followed after the future Goddess of war looked helpless.
“Freya!” Brendel was shocked at her appearance. He already knew what Bretton was going to say.
“How’s that possible, my aunt wouldn’t……..”
Freya’s voice suddenly broke into sobbing, and tears started pouring from her eyes.
There was a weak spot in everyone’s heart.
Brendel looked at Freya who had always been strong, knelt to the ground. She cried in sorrow, and she appeared so weak that she looked like a small injured animal. This familiar scene had happened many times before in his memories and his throat felt parched. He wanted to say something comforting, but there were no words that came from his lips.
He could only watch over her quietly. He suddenly realized something. Did this cruel war baptized this simple, innocent and kind hearted girl as a future Goddess of War?
History was repeating itself.
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