Section 375: Farewell

He walked all the way to the door of the room and reached out to push the door. At this time, he also hesitated slightly-because it was actually very inappropriate for him to come in and disturb such a private conversation. In his brief moment of hesitation, he heard a soft sobbing sound coming from within.

It was the cry of the little girl.

If it were a different person, he might not be able to hear the sound of the two doors at all, but Ashrufat has a sense of hearing beyond the scope of normal humans, so he can hear the voices inside. And nothing else was heard except sobbing. At least not the voices were heard. At this moment, it should be the little girl crying alone.

Others might have pushed the door open because of nervousness and excitement, but Ashrufat stopped his tracks. He knew very well that there was no anger or hatred in this slight cry, just a simple emotional catharsis. Ashrufat unconsciously remembered that the little girl seemed to have promised him that she would never cry in front of outsiders.

That seems like a long time ago, and it seems like it was just yesterday.

That terrible rainy night, that adventure to rush out of the city gates. That scene...... Presumably the little girl also saw the scene where he summoned the demon. Since then, however, this rumor has not spread, and eventually disappeared naturally.

Speaking of which, at that time, I don't know what kind of mood it was, and I actually agreed to serve her. Maybe, just maybe, he was not willing to end his life as a rich man in the countryside of a small place.

Or was it that the little girl at that time touched his heart with that kind of firmness and courage that he thought he was very guarded? Or was it all his self-imagination? he was very willing to help this little girl.

There was a crisp sound of glass and table clattering. It was the priest who had never said anything and had taken a sip of his wine and put the cup back on the table.

Ashrufat instantly realized that he had hesitated here for too long. Standing in the doorway like this, holding the doorknob and not moving, must be eye-catching. He laughed, let go of the handle, and turned back to his seat.

"What?" asked Essien.

"It's nothing, just a sudden feeling that maybe I'm in a bit too anxious. Ashruphat laughed.

"Ashrufat, you have to leave...... Really?" This time, it was Essien who asked.

"It's just a temporary trip, and it's estimated that it will only be a year or two, and if it's fast, maybe a few months later. Ashrufat smiled and replied. "That's it. It's the mother-in-law who thinks too much. ”

He turned to look at his mother-in-law. The old woman was still smiling, but unmoved by Ashrufat's words. Perhaps, in the face of the experience and wisdom she has accumulated over the years, there is no need to debunk this kind of Cheng dù's lies.

Although the sibling negotiations over there continued, Ashrufat already knew the outcome. Although he didn't want to, he had to admire his mother-in-law's vision. Skadera may have been a capable court master and a loyal and reliable minister, but he really didn't know the little girl.

What she seeks is to fulfill her responsibilities...... And I, perhaps, noticed this...... Ashrufat poured a glass of wine and took a sip. In his mouth, he felt only the touch of a cold liquid, and apart from a slight difference in taste, it tasted the same - in fact, there was no difference between wine and water.

This may be the only flaw in his superhuman body. It is said everywhere that wine is a refreshing, relieving fatigue, stimulating or helping sleep, but he doesn't feel it at all.

The conversation that followed was rather fragmented, focusing on post-war matters. This kind of conversation was not interjected by the mother-in-law, but Ashrufat, Essien, and Skadra were talking together. The priest of the church, who had not spoken before, also said a few words casually.

Finally, there was a sound of the door opening. All at once almost all eyes were on the door. Then everyone clearly saw the brother and sister walking out.

The faces of both men were not very good—but it was not the kind of bad that tore through the skin and was extremely angry and indignant, but the fatigue that human feelings must have after being nervous and vented, and behind the fatigue, a kind of relaxation and happiness could be faintly perceived.

No one knows what the outcome of this conversation will be, but seeing the two men standing together -- very intimately close to each other -- anyone already knows what the outcome of this conversation will be.

......

Ashrufat finished writing the last word on the letterhead, then carefully signed his name and timed. When he had done this, he carefully sealed the envelope and rang the bell to call one of his guards.

The older orderly had already been killed in the previous battle. It was a terrible battle, and even Ashrufat, as the commander-in-chief, was bloodied in his robes and personally went into battle to kill repeatedly. In this kind of battle, the life of a soldier is as fragile as a candle in the wind.

However, it was the sacrifice of countless people that finally brought about victory.

"Give the letter to Barranca. Ashrufat said. The guards were a new man, and Ashrufat didn't even remember his name—and of course, he didn't need to remember his name anymore. Because this letter may be the last order he gave as commander-in-chief.

"General, do you need me to give me some words in passing?" the guard asked.

"Sue him, this man...... It is like when he made a great feat on the battlefield and then died. Ashrufat said.

"Such as?" said the subordinate.

"He's a herald. Ashrufat said. Although he did not die on the battlefield, he did his duty. Go to the quartermaster to pick up the one piece of equipment you need, then immediately go to the White Fort and deliver this letter to General Barranca. ”

"I see. The guard nodded, took the letter and left. At this time, with the complete collapse of the Chaos Legion, the road from Newstria City to the White Castle has been cleared.

Already...... There's not much to do. Ashruphat sat in his chair and looked at the ceiling for a moment. Then his gaze returned to a map hanging on the wall. A red line is drawn on the map. That's the route he deduced, the remnants of Chaos who had captured the star carving, and left. They had gone in the other direction, avoiding the battlefield where Ashrufat and Marven would fight.

There was a knock on the door. There was no need for more, just from the position of the knock, he could tell that it was the little girl knocking on the door.

"Come in, the door is unlocked. Ashrufat said loudly. He didn't look back, so he just heard the door open, and then a small footstep walked in.

"Ashrufat...... You...... Angry?" he asked, hearing the little girl behind him, in an uneasy tone.

"I—why do you think I'm angry?" Ashruphat finally turned his head. He didn't stand up, though, and just turned his chair in a different direction.

"Because I'm ...... I gave up the throne because...... I'm no longer ...... A queen too. The little girl lowered her head, but her fingers were playing with the corners of her clothes restlessly. The small gesture itself illustrates the uneasiness in her heart. Perhaps it was the change in status that led to the change in her mentality, before, when she and Ashrufat were alone, they never seemed so restrained and uncomfortable.

"You know, I don't care about those. Ashrufat replied. "To be honest, I don't think you're making the wrong choice - I don't think there's a right or wrong way to do it. But you've avoided at least one ...... Pointless battles and massacres. I felt comforted. Because I'm afraid of war. ”

"Scared?" the little girl looked at him with surprise. "But you ......"

"I just won a great victory?" Ashrufat laughed. "That's what others say, I'm actually afraid of war...... Because this time, I almost lost. ”

"But you still won, didn't you?"

"That's my luck. Ashrufat replied. "I made a lot of mistakes...... Too much wrong in fact. If it weren't for the luck of Essien, who arrived at the most critical time, I would ...... now" He wanted to continue, but found that he couldn't. What would he do when the whole army really collapsed? He wasn't quite sure. He knew that he had a chance to fight back - the odds weren't great, but there was always a chance. In addition, he carries a large magic stone on his body, a thing that can be transformed into dark magic energy at any time. If you use that thing......

"I remember," Ashrufat said. "A man once said something very funny to me: 'Some people say that I am arrogant and rude, but in fact I am just afraid, some people say that I am strategic, but in fact I am just guessing with my brain, and some people say that I am invincible, but in fact I am just lucky.'" I look like I'm confident, but I don't have anything in my heart. ’”

He remembered the speaker, a very old man, lying in a chair, dressed in his usual clothes, with a kind and smiling expression. Is this a fragment of a memory from another soul? or is it his true past? No, that person...... If his reasoning was correct, the old man should have been Thomas, his mentor, and possibly his father.

"Now I understand. Ashruphat said. "Really, don't look at me winning, but I was really just lucky. In the eyes of others, I was confident, but in fact, at that time, I didn't have anything in my heart. ”

"Everybody has luck, the only difference is that some people are prepared to hold fleeting luck in their hands. Others were unprepared and could only watch in pain as opportunities slipped through their fingers. The little girl said.

"At that time, I was actually scared too. Ashrufat said. "Even though I tried to pretend to be calm, I was scared. I'm afraid I've failed your expectations and buried my entire army in this defeat. I'm even more afraid that I'll die in the chaos if I'm not careful. Don't look at me like this, in fact, I'm still quite afraid of death. ”