A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"Colonel, things have come to this point. Anger and cursing are no longer useful. Please make a decision as soon as possible: should we retreat or attack?" an officer beside him advised.

"Retreat? We have no way out! If we retreat now, and this victory reaches His Majesty, I won't be able to keep my head! If we can't bring back Patriot's intelligence and force that person to act, based on the outcome of this battle alone, many of us will lose our heads." A fierce glint flashed in Nikolai's eyes, like a trapped beast. He drew his sword and began to walk outside, giving his final orders:

"Have the war sorcerers immediately unleash their strongest war spells! All mortars concentrate on the target point for a pinpoint attack! I, the colonel, will personally lead the charge. Everyone must fight to the death! Break through the enemy lines! Whoever breaks through the enemy lines first will be promoted two ranks and rewarded with a thousand pieces of gold!"

The final frenzy arrived. Under this command, the morale of the Ursus, which had been dampened by the unfavorable situation, began to rise again, and the war mages began to prepare to unleash their most terrifying spells, the power of which was enough to destroy half a hillside in a single strike.

"Are these Ursus soldiers finally fighting desperately? Hold the line! Don't let them break through!" the shield guards shouted, while the warriors around them fought with all their might to cut down the invading enemy. The earth trembled, smoke obscured their vision, and only the sound of metal tearing through flesh was clearly audible.

At the heart of the battlefield, Patriot narrowed his eyes. He noticed the movement of the Originium energy and clearly sensed that the war mage had begun to fight with all his might. Furthermore, an elite force from Ursus's army was approaching the front lines, their armor distinctly different from the surrounding soldiers. He knew it was time for him to act, to sever the ties of past glory.

“……&*￥%……cough cough……%……￥&”

The warlock, burning his own life force, coughed up blood and chanted obscure verses. He raised his hand high, and the sky twisted into an eerie crimson. Countless Originium particles coalesced into a terrifying meteorite. Under the warlock's control, the boulder plummeted like a fiery meteor, crashing down towards the Shieldbearers.

At that moment, Patriot moved. He charged out of his own lines and leaped high into the air. Black energy swirled around him as he wielded his massive halberd, which he then hurled. The halberd stretched across the sky, carrying unparalleled power, tearing through the void as it hurtled towards the meteorite. Ancient Originium Arts flowed across the halberd's surface, each line pulsating with terrifying power. The halberd transformed into a black, deadly star, ultimately colliding with the fiery meteor.

"boom!"

A massive blast of energy swept across the entire battlefield, like the rising sun illuminating the mountain range as if it were daytime. The violent energy storm raged, leaving devastation and dust in its wake.

As the smoke cleared, a breathtaking scene unfolded before everyone's eyes: Patriot lay at the very front of the battle line, the worn and tattered armor bearing the marks of his bloody battles. He stood tall on the snow, his halberd planted diagonally into the ground, the massive flames illuminating his mountain-like figure.

At that moment, all the Ursus soldiers fell silent. Gazing at this invincible figure, their hearts pounded, their blood nearly freezing. Fear spread like a plague; no one dared to take a step, even their breathing became cautious.

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Chapter 115 Temporary Withdrawal of Troops

Patriot's actions momentarily stunned the Ursus soldiers, preventing them from advancing. Just as the stalemate reached its peak, a mournful horn sounded through the valley. Hearing this familiar sound, the Ursus warriors were instantly invigorated, retreating slowly as if granted a pardon, quietly withdrawing into an open area amidst the wind and snow.

Patriot was clearly aware of the meaning behind the bugle call, so he did not order the Reunion Movement warriors to charge. Instead, he stood there, as if waiting for something.

The retreating army, initially appearing chaotic, had become remarkably orderly by the time they reached the foot of the mountain. The army then split into two wings, revealing a straight path in the center. With the crunching sound of footsteps on the snow, a burly man clad in black armor, wielding a heavy sword, slowly emerged from the path.

Despite the darkness and the considerable distance, Patriot's sharp eyes still discerned the identity revealed by the type of armor the other man wore—a colonel. It seemed he was the commander of this ten-thousand-strong army.

"Hoo... A salute to Captain Bozokas, the legendary hero of Ursus!" Colonel Nikola shouted as he plunged his greatsword into the frozen ground, then removed his helmet.

The higher one's position, the more one understands the weight of the patriot before them and the significance he symbolizes. Even if there are conspiracies, scheming, contempt, ridicule, or even cold betrayal behind the scenes, on the surface, as long as the patriot remains the "patriot" officially recognized as a legendary hero, these people cannot lose sight of basic etiquette and superficial respect.

Moreover, as a general of the Fourth Army, which was a force that revered martial virtue, Colonel Nikolai still held a certain degree of respect for this legendary hero, even though what he was about to do was to completely shatter the glory of this legend.

"..." The Patriot did not speak, but simply used silence to signal the other party to continue.

"Captain, the late Emperor bestowed upon you great favors, entrusting you with many years of service to the Ursus Empire. Your name is still engraved on that monument commemorating the soldiers' achievements. Even if you lead your troops away from the army, that glorious history will not be erased. The gates of Ursus will always be open to you." Colonel Nikolai's voice rang out calmly.

"However... you have repeatedly led rebellions on the ice plains: killing disciplinary officers, disrupting order in the mining areas, and destroying private mines. Your comrades in the army, admiring your past glory, were unwilling to break ties and repeatedly tolerated you. But what you got in return was increasingly fierce fighting and bloodshed. Colonel Tusis of the Second Division of the First Army could not bear the turmoil on the ice plains, so he sent five thousand men to try to bring you back to Saint-Jun Castle and eliminate those treacherous villains around you to quell the trouble. But what you got in return was an even bloodier resistance from you, so that two thousand of my good sons were buried forever in the snow."

"Now, I have come by His Majesty's decree to punish those traitors who stole our army's heavy weapons and plotted rebellion! And now, you are mingling with those rebellious bandits, even directly obstructing our advance. Do you know what crimes you have committed? Can I not consider you to be provoking the army group! To be launching a rebellion against the empire! To be attempting to overthrow His Majesty's rule!"

Colonel Nikolai's voice grew louder, making it audible to both sides. This time, he was determined to definitively label the Patriot a traitor. Only by delivering this message would the Emperor pardon him for his poor performance in battle. After all, it was shameful for a regular army to lose to bandits, but not to a once-legendary hero. Regardless of the outcome of the battle, at least Nikolai would be spared the death penalty.

Moreover, by branding him as a traitor, he could act more freely and even request high-level support from above to counterbalance this legendary hero. This would give him greater confidence in the final victory of the war.

"..." Patriot remained silent after hearing Colonel Nikolai's words. This silence caused Nikolai to frown slightly, but it didn't matter. From the moment the other party made his move, he had already completed his plan. With so many Ursus soldiers witnessing it, Patriot's act of treason was a fait accompli, with no possibility of clearing his name.

"Since you refuse to speak, then I'll take that as an admission... Hmph, I only respect the legendary hero who once struck fear into the hearts of countless enemy armies, not this bandit leader who now occupies the mountains. For the sake of your past glory, I will temporarily withdraw my troops today... Tomorrow, the day will come when the mighty forces of Ursus will utterly annihilate you bandits."

Colonel Nikolai finished his impassioned speech and was about to draw his greatsword from the snow-covered ground and turn to leave. Suddenly, a hoarse yet piercing voice came from above: "You...are you finished?"

In an instant, a chilling cold pierced Nikolai's heart like a blade. His pupils contracted sharply; the deadly danger felt tangible, and a sharp killing intent held his body firmly in place, rendering him immobile. Looking up, the figure standing on the hillside seemed to merge with the sky; the crisis threatening his life originated from that patriot above.

Patriot's voice rang out again, each syllable like sharpened sand scraping against glass: "Even after... ten years, your ugliness... has never changed. The decay of Ursus... stems from your sinful deeds."

"Political situation... factional strife... intrigue... in the past, I couldn't see through it... now, all that's left is disgust and hatred. You... didn't you want me to wear these three hats?" A red glint flashed in Patriot's eyes, and the black aura around him suddenly surged, almost solidifying into a physical form. The immense pressure pressed down on all the soldiers of the Ursus army like a mountain.

"As a soldier, I serve my country and my faith, not its rule. The emperor I once served is dead, and the empire has been corrupted and degenerated by the evils of treacherous officials! Therefore, I hereby formally declare war on this empire! War on the army group! War on the current ruler—His Majesty!"

At this moment, Patriot's fighting spirit reached its peak. Even his originally somewhat uncoordinated voice was completely crushed by his powerful fighting spirit, allowing him to vent his emotions to the fullest.

"And you—after I declared war, are you prepared to face my marching posture?!"

The moment he finished speaking, his figure blurred into a streak of light. The earth trembled beneath his feet, and the endless mountain ranges roared. In the blink of an eye, he had covered hundreds of meters, plunging down amidst the howling wind.

Nikolai was already drenched in cold sweat as soon as he realized what was happening. The figure that had been far away on the mountaintop just moments before was now right in front of him. Without time to consider whether this was the true power of that legendary hero from years past, instinct drove him to raise his sword to parry.

"Protect the colonel!" Several heavily armored soldiers stepped forward, their thick tower shields stacked high in front of them. Nikolai, too, fought back fiercely, swinging his sword at the last moment.

But he quickly realized that this was not a contest between two equals. The armored warrior blocking his way shattered like paper, along with his prized sword, easily severed. The powerful impact sent him flying like a rag doll, tracing a graceful arc through the air before crashing heavily into the crowd.

Is this the true terror of that legend? Only by being his enemy can one truly understand his ruthlessness. This thought flashed through Colonel Nikolai's mind, and then his thoughts began to wander.

"I spared your life, allowing you to take my words back to His Majesty. But now... take all of you—and get out!"

The sound was like thunder, shattering the surrounding clouds and intimidating the Ursus soldiers into immobility. Only under the orders and reprimands of the officers did the Ursus army finally begin an orderly retreat, gradually disappearing into the depths of the dense forest like the receding tide, until even the last piece of clothing vanished in the blizzard.

The battle was temporarily over. Only then did Patriot's imposing aura slowly fade, replaced by violent coughing and spitting blood. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining the snow on his chest. His Oripathy had flared up again after his ordeal. Fortunately, in retrospect, it had at least bought them a considerable amount of time to rest.

"..." The Patriot reverted to his taciturn self, turning and walking silently up the mountain. Tonight, they had won. Even if only temporarily...

Chapter 116 Rest and Recuperation

"...Phew...No need..."

"Shut up, you old stubborn fool. It's one thing that you didn't follow the plan on the battlefield, but you insisted on taking action. Now you don't even want to get treatment for your illness? Just quietly let Wang Chong help you suppress those activated Originium."

"..."

After the war ended, Wang Chong and his troops arrived at a gentle slope halfway up the northwestern mountain. This area was mainly used to house wounded soldiers who had temporarily retreated from the front lines. The medical team was treating these soldiers, while Wang Chong used his black mist ability to suppress the Oripathy outbreaks in the wounded soldiers caused by the overuse of Originium Arts.

Patriot was one of them. However, Patriot was a bit stubborn and wanted to tough it out on his own. Froststar happened to be visiting Patriot with Wang Chong. Therefore, under Froststar's insistence, Patriot unusually stopped being so stubborn and handed his body over to Wang Chong for treatment.

"Amazing, power." Patriot felt his throat was much better, and speaking wasn't as painful. However, he still had some trouble changing his usual speaking habits developed over this period.

"Is this from yourself? Or from the Demon King?" Patriot's voice was low and deep, deliberately so that no one around him could hear. Seeing this, Wang Chong snapped his fingers, and a black mist wall rose up around them, temporarily blocking out the sound.

“Since Mr. Patriot has already heard about it, then I will speak the truth… The root of the problem lies within myself, and partly in the power of this inheritance. If the power of the Demon King could accomplish this, then that princess would have already saved all the infected in the world… Of course, she was just a few steps short, given enough time.” Wang Chong spoke slowly, his power beginning to subtly circulate. A black crown appeared on his head, along with the power that only the Demon King possessed.

"...You are her successor?" Patriot felt the throbbing deep within his bloodline, and he naturally knew that the Demon King before him was probably real. However, he had never heard of a powerful figure with such a name before, and wondered how the other party had obtained this inheritance in Kazdel.

“Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn’t… but that doesn’t matter, does it? Mr. Patriot. I have shown you my path.” Wang Chong said slowly.

"..." The patriot did not speak, but simply nodded in agreement.

“Old stubborn man, you seem unusually preoccupied today, ever since you returned from the battlefield. And why did you use your power so impulsively today? It would have been fine if you had killed that commander, but you let him go…” Froststar couldn’t help but ask at this moment.

"Mr. Patriot, he has completely severed ties with the past. The halberd he swung was aimed at Mr. Patriot himself, not at that Ursus commander. He was not worthy. Am I right, Mr. Patriot?"

However, it was not Patriot who answered Froststar, but Wang Chong, who was still undergoing treatment.

“…Hmm.” Patriot responded, which was tantamount to acknowledging the answer. A look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes as he said, “That man was not wrong. I was ultimately blessed by the late emperor. Now, to commit such a rebellious act is indeed a betrayal of the late emperor’s trust.”

"So you hesitated and wavered? Impossible, you're such a stubborn old man, how could you be so easily swayed by words of this magnitude?" Froststar frowned.

“I am not hesitant. The day I led my people away, my beliefs had already determined the path I would take. After meeting Talulah, I am even more willing to believe in the path taken by the Reunion Movement. I am also willing to launch this struggle, and I will not stop until the moment the war ends. But to say that I don’t have this hurdle in my heart would be a lie.”

"The reason I'm holding out today is because I've discerned their intentions from the extent of their attacks. Some of them... still harbor illusions about me, while others are eager for my death. And that one person wants to force me to reveal myself and make a move, to force me to become that traitor in front of the Ursus Army Group..."

What Patriot said next was almost identical to what Black Serpent had guessed: Patriot had used the enemy's psychology to devise a plan to deplete their manpower. If news of such a great victory hadn't come from the southwest, Patriot could have dragged the war on for even longer.

"And I will eventually take action. It is because I saw my past self in that person's words, and I saw how the evils I had witnessed in the past gradually pushed me away. I also saw the root of the obstacle in my heart—it was everything I had paid for, it was my resentment. And now, I must shatter it, declare war on it completely, sever the past, and cut off every possible way out. Now, I can only move forward."

After Patriot finished speaking, he seemed relieved and relaxed. At that moment, Wang Chong also withdrew the black mist, thus suppressing Patriot's illness. Wang Chong removed the black mist wall and said, "Now that your body is better, your mind is clearer. Mr. Patriot, please rest well and welcome the new day."

"Yelena, remember to give some of the brown sugar I gave you to Mr. Patriot. I'm going to continue my treatment with someone else." After saying this, Wang Chong turned and left.

……

"Well, Talulah, have you finished tallying the casualties this time?" Wang Chong asked.

"The total number of dead is over 10, and the number of wounded is over 200. We still have 700 men capable of fighting. As for the other side, based on the information we have, they have already lost over 1600 men, and there are countless more wounded and some dead that haven't been counted yet. Conservatively speaking, they should still have over 7000 men capable of fighting left." Talulah looked at the list of the dead and sighed slightly.

“There’s no need to blame yourself. The current exchange ratio is already beyond our expectations. This is even with three elite units and a large amount of captured heavy weapons that we haven’t used yet. However… the real stalemate is yet to come. When the enemy delivers the news of today’s declaration of war to the Emperor of Ursus, there will likely be even more devastating casualties. You need to be mentally prepared for that,” Wang Chong said.

“Don’t worry, I’m not some newbie. I’ve fought in battles big and small, and death is a word I hear all the time.” Talulah paused after speaking, then asked, “What do you think the Ursus emperor will do to us next? Now we’ve completely raised the banner of rebels.”

“Who calls themselves a rebel? Let me correct you first, we are now the righteous army.” Wang Chong stroked his chin and said, “I heard from a friend of mine that the current emperor is quite diligent. Since he took office, he has used his power to suppress the old nobles and support the new nobles to check and balance them, so as to better exercise the power in his hands and gradually repair the country so that Ursus can truly get out of its predicament.”

"From what you're saying... this guy was a good emperor who cared for his country and its people?" Talulah said, frowning slightly.

"So what if he's a good emperor? Does being a good emperor mean he can escape the support of those wicked people? Don't be fooled by his current crackdowns, his words about caring for the people and turning around the corrupt court... Why hasn't he achieved anything after all this time? Ha, it's like I said before: an emperor sits on the throne with the support of those wicked followers. He doesn't dare to drastically eradicate the bloodsucking cancer within the empire, otherwise, he'll only be replaced by his own supporters. Otherwise, why do you think the former emperor of Ursus died so mysteriously?"

Wang Chong shook his head and continued, "Moreover, even if he diligently repairs the country temporarily through his own efforts, what then? As long as the way evil operates is not broken, and a new system of rules and a new system of distribution are not established, evil will always breed. Just like the immense prosperity during the reign of the late Emperor Ursus, that prosperity was merely a facade masking the decay within. Once the late emperor died, the entire empire immediately revealed its true colors, and within a few years, the whole country was impoverished."

"Finally: The temple may be rebuilt after it burns down, but what use is a ruined temple if people's hearts are burned away? What do you think, Talulah?"

Chapter 117 The Emperor's Decision

“I understand what you mean… So, no matter what the emperor does, we don’t need to worry about it affecting our correctness, right? And the emperor, who has already lost the hearts of the people, his fate was already sealed,” Talulah said.

“Yes, that’s correct in a macro sense. But what follows is the real analysis, which will determine how we proceed from here,” Wang Chong said carefully. “After the letter was sent back, the emperor was furious, but with Ursus unstable and military operations in various places crucial, he wouldn’t send other army groups to wipe us out. Besides, in the emperor’s eyes, we are just bandits from a small hill with less than ten thousand men, and the Third and Fourth Armies on the Ice Plains are enough. The only one we need to worry about is Mr. Patriot, who has already been exposed.”

“Therefore, our two main adversaries on the ice plains right now are the Third and Fourth Armies. As for Mr. Patriot, the Emperor will probably send his Imperial Guard to assist in the campaign, or even more powerful generals to target him. Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals, it has always been this way since ancient times,” Wang Chong said.

"They are just internal guards, nothing to fear. With me here, they can't cause any trouble. Besides, those 10 internal guards I swallowed alive have probably made the emperor very wary. The emperor doesn't know who did it. He may think it was a patriot, or he may think it was someone from another enemy country... Internal guards are a valuable combat resource, and he won't send them out again anytime soon."

"Therefore, the current situation is actually quite easy to resolve. The emperor will not launch a large-scale campaign to annihilate us, either because he underestimates us or because he is wary of other forces and situations that he himself is not in control of." So the opponents he sends will be easy targets for us to deal with. For example, this army of 10,000 men will at most receive some heavy firepower equipment and war mages as reinforcements on the battlefield.

After listening to Wang Chong's explanation, Talulah nodded and said, "So the next deployment will not change?"

"With you, me, and Frostnova leading the raid, that's enough. Don't even mention ten thousand, I'd dare to slaughter an army of one hundred thousand," Wang Chong said casually. "But you should also understand that our cause cannot succeed with just a few of us. What the Reunion Movement needs most right now is time to develop. We can win easily this time... but not next time."

"Are you trying to... show weakness?" Talulah immediately understood Wang Chong's actions, recalling the news that Wang Chong had just mentioned about the emperor looking down on them.

“That’s right, we can’t appear too weak, otherwise most of those who have remained neutral observers won’t trust us to succeed and join us. After all… they’ll side with whoever wins,” Wang Chong said with a smile. “But similarly, we can’t appear too strong either. Too much strength leads to breakage, and a tall tree catches the wind. At that point, it won’t just be the Ursus Emperor watching us closely; even those outside will interfere. The Reunion Movement can’t withstand a large-scale war, at least not now. At the same time, the Reunion Movement must maintain its autonomy and principles; we can’t let those outsiders infiltrate us.”

"After defeating this army of 10,000 this time, I reckon that the Ursus Emperor will send at least 30,000, and at most 50,000, troops to encircle and annihilate us next time. Even if we win next time, we can't win too easily, and we must be prepared to retreat deep into the mountains to begin a protracted war of attrition and guerrilla warfare. We must use space to buy time, allowing the seeds of revolution to sprout and mature completely, like wheat seeds sown in spring..."

Then, Wang Chong slowly told Talulah about the series of follow-up plans he had constructed in his mind, causing Talulah to sometimes frown in thought and sometimes become extremely excited. In the blink of an eye, the night was already very deep.

……

In the morning, in the study of Saint-Germain Castle.

"Your Majesty... these are the matters discussed today. In addition, this is a message from Beiyuan... due to its extremely serious nature, we urge Your Majesty to make a decision as soon as possible."

A middle-aged Ursus man holding a ceremonial staff handed an urgent secret report to the desk of the man with an air of authority, an imposing presence, and wearing a crown—Fyodor Vladimirovich, the current emperor of the Ursus Empire.

Fyodor opened the secret report in his hand, and after reading its contents, even though he had cultivated the ability to keep his emotions hidden for over a decade, the emperor still showed resentment and slammed the report hard onto the table.

“Good, really good… Twenty years after the Third and Fourth Armies were sent to the icy plains, I never imagined they would degenerate to this extent! First, the supplies transported to the army groups were stolen, and a camp of a thousand men was plundered and slaughtered by bandits. Now, leading ten thousand men to besiege those bandits, they have suffered another defeat in their first battle! The Empire has supported them for so many years, and this is how they fight?! They are simply a bunch of useless parasites sucking the blood of the Empire!” Fyodor angrily rebuked.

“Witt, tell me… what else can these fools do besides tarnishing their honor and instigating rebellions that nearly brought the country to its doom? What use are they to the Empire?”

"Your Majesty... please calm your anger. No matter how incompetent the Third and Fourth Armies may be, they are still the pillars guarding the Ice Plains and resisting the invasions of the Eastern Kingdom and the Great Yan. Moreover, there are reasons for their defeat, aren't there?" said the Speaker of the Imperial Council named Witt slowly.

“You mean that Patriot?... Ha, if Wendigo were to make a move, it wouldn't just be a matter of them losing the first round and leaving temporarily. I know his fighting style too well; once he moves, it's a fight to the death. In that case, the battle report I received wouldn't be a retreat after a setback, but a complete rout! Tusis and Nikolai... do they think I'm as easily fooled as they are?” Fyodor chuckled coldly as he spoke.

“Your Majesty, a frog in a well cannot know the vastness of the sky. Even the most foolish pack animals, when provoked, will eat anything other than grass. Your Majesty, if you want to deal with them, you need a suitable reason. Just like the respectable reason they fabricated to prevent Your Majesty from taking their heads,” Witte said slowly.

Fyodor fell silent, then raised his head, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and slowly said, "That's ten thousand lives..."

“But they have already failed. You should know that those ten thousand men… couldn’t hold back that beast. After all, he’s a legend… how many legends are there in this world?” Witt said calmly. “A defeat that can be controlled is at least easier for us to use to do more, don’t you think? This is an opportunity. An opportunity for His Majesty to consolidate power and save this country again.”

“You’re right, my friend… So, you should know how to handle the support mentioned above, right?” Fyodor said in a deep voice.

“Understood. The army group will not make any moves, and His Majesty’s personal guards will remain around him. All they will receive are supplies of food and weapons.” Witt bowed, and just as he was about to leave, Fyodor called him back once more.

"Speaking of the Royal Guard... those 10 missing guards, have they still not been found?" Fyodor asked slowly.

“We haven’t found them yet. But according to the intelligence gathered by the other guards, they should still be alive. Otherwise, there would be traces of the kingdom on the ice plains.” Witt stood up and said.

“So what exactly are they doing? Witt… are they planning to treat me the same way they treated that old man? To stand idly by and watch me die—or perhaps, they're even planning to betray me!” Fyodor said, a deep sense of dread creeping into his eyes.

“No, Your Majesty, as long as you remain the ruler of Ursus, they will not do such a thing,” Witt said earnestly.

Fyodor neither nodded nor shook his head, but finally said slowly, "I understand, you may leave." Only then did Witte leave the emperor's office, preparing to return home to handle some matters.

As Witt walked through the city of St. Glory, watching the hardworking people begin their day's work, their vibrant energy brought him a sense of peace and enjoyment. He wished the entire Ursus Empire could have the same vibrant and refreshed feeling as St. Glory in the morning.

"Hey, are you going to Kashina's class today?"

"Hehe, of course, Kashina's lectures are very interesting. Some of her viewpoints are completely different from what I've ever thought of; I never imagined there could be such a way of looking at things."

Just then, two students walked past Witt, seemingly engrossed in discussing the upcoming lesson.

"Student days, ah, such a distant past. To see these students so enthusiastically devoted to their studies proves that Ursus's future isn't so bad after all. That teacher named Kasena seems to be quite capable as well."

Witt vaguely remembered the name, leaving a slight impression on him. Little did he know the upheaval this name would later bring to Saint-Germain. But that was a story for another time.

Chapter 118 Honeysuckle's Strange Thoughts

"You're going to the battlefield too? What about little Lisa? She needs someone to take care of her, right?"