‘In the end it ends like this.’
A hollow laugh forced itself out.
However, I’m not surprised nor do I feel it to be unfair.
Because I knew that I was going to die like this.
He let out a long sigh.
The steam slowly drifting from his mouth rose up towards the sky.
“There was a bastard alive over there.”
Noticing the steam from his breath, a few enemy soldiers came walking towards him.
‘Just let me be. Anyways, there’s already a hole in my stomach.’
He wanted to protest with that, but in the end he just let it be.
He remembered the spring from 20 years ago.
‘Was I 18 years old, when I ran out of the town saying: that I would become a great general that would command the entire world?’
After that, he kept struggling on the battlefield for 20 years.
And the results from all that ended with; that he only had a bit of money in his hands and that he belonged to the First Spearman Corps.
“What Great General? I’m going to die freezing to death. Damn it.”
His life flickered by like a revolving lantern.
‘What would have happened if I had participated in that surprise tactic? No, if I had enrolled when they were enlisting soldiers for the region of Bate? No, no. If I had gone West in that winter; when there was a monster subjugation operation?’
His thoughts brought him to the crossroads of his life with plenty of alternatives.
At that time, he foolishly chose one side without hesitating.
But the end results weren’t that good.
And because of that, he now lay with a hole in his stomach awaiting death’s cold and final embrace.
Soon, he could see the hostile expressions of enemy soldiers closing in…
The curse ran through his throat.
A steel sword stabbed his chest.
His voice uttered feebly, devoid of strength… rolling out his final breath.
Roan of the First Spearman Corps, from the Rinse kingdom died just like that.
Proofreader: st8_lupe \ Revised Edit: Sai101
Editor Notes: ‘Corps’ altered to ‘Division’ (Personnel 3,000 ~ 15,000)