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The Holy War(7)

Below verdant green leaves, a thin layer of mist drifted about, painting a picturesque scene of the serene Frada Forest. However, some people broke the tranquility. A knight lifted a bunch of shrubs and leaves with his sword to let his horse out from behind the bushes. Then, he saw a group of people sitting on the forest ground not far away.

Makarov raised his head and inspected the person behind the knight closely. His once tensed face relaxed. He shook off the leaves on his shoulders then stood up and said, “You all are finally here.”

The young man was not sitting upright on the horse’s back. He looked at them with an uptight face and said nothing.

Makarov instantly knew that something was not right.

Within his scope of vision, many knights in black and red robes appeared in the forest and surrounded the Royal Faction.

Dozens of drawn longbows with razor-sharp arrowheads aimed directly at everyone near the campfire.

It was the army of Duke Anthony.

“What’s the meaning of this, Eikkel?!” Makarov questioned loudly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Makarov,” Eikkel looked at them and declared arrogantly, “You understand that if I am still a knight, I will never take another oath!”

Makarov immediately knew what Eikkel wanted, but he did not believe that he would be so erratic at this moment. “Don’t be stupid, Eikkel. You know what’s right. We should immediately rescue Prince Haruz and escort him to the Archbishop. This is our last chance.” Makarov pleaded.

“No.” Eikkel interrupted. “I know what is right - justice and ideals! You told me before about where the Royal Faction placed their faith in, but we still questioned ourselves. Are we still on the right side then?”

“Don’t tell me that the many defeats have caused us to lose our courage to reform. The Royal Faction once promised to take action according to the oath, but what happened after that? Was it all just talk?”

The young man lifted his head and looked towards the direction of the port of Ampere Seale. Under the blue sky, it looked like a pure white city.

It was so white it looked as if it was shining, making it hard to gaze directly at it.

“No, what we need is to pick up the spirit that the people of Aouine have completely abandoned. This should be the one common desire that everyone should have - the Royal Faction, Her Highness, and all of Aouine.” He looked back at the now stunned people and added, “The battle is far from over. Are the members of the Royal Faction leaving the battlefield now?”

“You’re a lunatic, Eikkel.” Makarov could not believe that his student said such a thing, he quietly signaled to Buga who was at the side, asking him to stop this crazy young man.

But Eikkel seemed to be unusually somber. He turned to Buga and said, “Teacher Buga, as the new Count of Carolan and the only heir as the commander to Duke Anthony’s army, I order you to ally with me. I won’t order you to kill your own companions and the p

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