19 Eighteen

The emotion you'll felt after you've won the war is not really that good.

Seph is the one who could support that statement. Standing almost literally at the piles of dead bodies of both enemies and allies, what enfold him the most is not joy nor happiness but instead a great wave of regret.

Desperately hanging at the edge of his conciousness, that's when he realized that his victory is nothing but another switch. After this war, there will be no peace but more wars to come, more lives to steal, more veangance to lit.

His first life in this world is trully unpleasant.There's only expectation to meet, people to please and a kingdom to protect. Even with hundreds of peerless beauty and geniuses to satisfy him from craving after love what he only felt was isolation. Uterly disgust.

But at that last moment in the place where he and his soldiers killed thousands of enemies he finally understand the reason behind the void inside of him.

There was no one trully waiting for him to comeback.

"m—..., m—"

Not so far from his position,seph spotted a soldier that based from his armor is from Silwa kingdom trying to crawl as much as possible despite of the arrows deeply ingraved at his back.

Minutes from now, his brother and his sidekick will arrive to cure him from this poison that one soldier used to him through his arrow. Seph knows that he will be alive compared to this man.

The poison is not lethal enough to kill him, the worst that could happen to him is losing his senses in just few days.

"vi—vinia"

From his position he could see the mouthful of blood that soldier cough after saying that word. Sighing Seph slowly walked to him using his sword to support his every step. Refusing the pleadings of his body to not move, Seph find himself trying to help the soldier to get up on his knees.

"Wh—"

"Practically speaking you will not be alive for less than an hour due to excessive blood loss, but...you're desperation is inspiring"

The soldier after hearing the words from this monster only let a horse laugh. The soldier is probably five years younger than him at most, but you could see the hardship he has to endure to keep alive.

He notice the small cars around his neck, those were not from this war. Those markings were from shackles, meant that this boy is probably a slave before becoming a soldier. With years of fighting and thousands of death, the other countries became desperate to the point that even those who are not skilled to fight are force to fight for their kingdom.

Coughing more blood the young soldier let another laughter.

"Pr *cough* nant, w *cough* *cough* ifw"

Saying every word with difficulty he look at this prince whom has a stone cold face but a rather kind eyes. This General that came from Qui is rather interesting.

Between the two of them, he's the one who would soon the supreme ruler later but the aura this prince is giving is worst than him. Cracking a smile, the young soldier tap Seph and mouthed with great difficulty.

"You're lost"