Shirin silently turned around and looked in the direction of the third post, which looked like a standing stone statue.
"You promised me."
She didn't look back, and the others around her didn't dare to speak, so they could only watch in silence.
Mephistopheles did not follow, he left alone in the opposite direction to everyone, and went deep into the mist.
However, in a serious environment, there are always unscrupulous people who will come out to ruin the atmosphere.
Anthony is such a person.
When others were silent, Anthony looked around at leisure, and finally found someone who would pay attention to him. He poked Andrew gently with his elbow and asked quietly:
("Hey, what did Mephisto say to get the alchemist to agree?")
The alchemist had such a tough attitude just now, not like a woman who would give in, but in the end she still marched towards the base with them and let Mephistopheles leave.
("Seriously, I'm really curious! What do you think?")
Andrew: “…………”
To be honest, Anthony was really curious and...envious about what Mephisto had done.
That's right, it's just envy.
I also want to know how to make a woman be obedient!
Master Mephisto, teach me!
Antony, who has read countless women, had no doubts about the relationship between the alchemist and Mephistopheles from the beginning.
From the way the alchemist looked at Mephistopheles, Anthony could tell how close the relationship between the two was. He didn't think that an outsider like himself could get involved.
Not to mention, Anthony himself has no interest in married women at all.
No sexual interest at all!
I, Anthony, love young girls the most in my life!
Any type!
No age limit!
But I have not been a good wife in my life, and I am not a pervert!
Although his self-persistence was meaningless in the eyes of many of his peers, he didn't care and didn't even bother to explain it to those people.
"Real geniuses are not understood by others."
Andrew, who was approached by Anthony to chat, listened wordlessly to what Anthony was saying, but just nodded in a perfunctory manner.
Andrew wasn't actually listening.
Andrew didn't want to care about that guy who didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't have that experience.
In addition to paying attention to the surrounding environment, the remaining 90% of his energy was focused on other aspects. He had been silently watching Eberron walking beside him.
Of all the people, except for the wounded who could not speak, Eberron was the most silent.
The once high-spirited secretary who dared to argue with Grand Duke Hanthorn in order to prevent the sacrifice of the soldiers from being in vain is now more like a walking corpse that could fall at any time.
"…………"
Watching silently, Andrew was worried about Eberron's condition, but now that Mephisto's life and death were unknown, he couldn't stop and comfort him.
Even if Eberron does have some special status in Andrew's heart, he cannot pretend that nothing happened when his friend is in danger.
Andrew can't do it.
In the end, Andrew could only hope that Eberron could overcome it on his own.
Not to mention, she should have known what was behind all this.
"This... is the baptism she must go through."
This is her only path.
Once she gets through it, she will no longer be a "commander" who only sits in the command room and issues orders.
What if Eberron didn't make it through?
Then give up as soon as possible and leave this battlefield that is full of blood and putrid smell.
The world of the awakened does not welcome children who can only dream.
This is a bloody war zone.
It is the place where the bloody feud between humans and extraordinary creatures has erupted for thousands of years.
This is the battlefield.
No etiquette, no etiquette, only the battlefield, the battlefield of life and death.
This is a war about the survival of the race.
War has never been a game of housekeeping, and people who only live in fantasy have never been welcome.
Yes, victory will bring supreme glory and will be admired by thousands of people.
But behind the glory, there is always sadness.
One general's success will destroy ten thousand bones.
Eberron lowered his head, the aristocratic elegance and confidence in his body disappeared, leaving only deep confusion.
The worldview constructed over the past twenty years is gradually collapsing.
Ever since she followed Duke Hanthorn's order and followed this special team, what happened was basically different from what she imagined.
I didn't become a bastard protected by everyone, because I didn't have such a chance.
There is no caution like most people's combat reports, and they are almost marching along the way without any pauses.
However, there was no overwhelming penetration into the hinterland, no confrontation with the army of extraordinary creatures.
All he saw was death everywhere.
Most of those deaths belong to the enemy, but a large number of them belong to our own side.
The deeper you go, the more shocking the death becomes.
This is only what she can see, but how many deaths are there outside of her sight?
Even around here...
With his eyes wandering aimlessly, Eberron saw a dark object not far away, and his eyes gradually widened.
That is……
!!?
"vomit……"
Eberron wanted to vomit, but there was nothing in her stomach that would make her vomit up.
While helping to treat the wounds of the wounded, no, she had already vomited several times before that, and vomited all the food in her belly.
Now there is only sour water left in my stomach. I want to vomit but can't vomit it out anymore.
Holding his chest firmly with his right hand, Eberron restrained his urge to vomit and used his remaining will to look away from the corpse that had been there for some time.
Don't look away. It took her a long time to recover. With anger and more confusion, she said to herself in her heart:
"You are such a pervert for letting me come to a place like this."
Grand Duke Hanthorn, you...
"...What exactly do you want me to witness?"
Witness their death and your own powerlessness?
Do you really want me to understand how crazy your decision is?
Are you trying to scare me into retreating?
And just when Eberron was deeply confused, a weak voice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence:
"Ahem... Madam, are you a little unacceptable?"
Eberron:!
Suddenly, a weak voice made Eberron, who had been silent for a long time, raise his head and follow the sound to look in the direction of the person who spoke.
Behind Andrew, Cole, who had been seriously injured and dying and in a coma, woke up and gave Eberron a embarrassed smile that was not pretty.