Breaking Cocoon (2)
Freya saw Brund subconsciously turned back, but his entire body seemed to be suddenly pushed from behind as his chest thrust forward, and a blood-stained silver spike pierced through from under his chest armor. Brund grunted, with his eyes opened wide, as if he had gotten a heavy blow; he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something to her, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood foam caused by his pierced lung immediately gushed out from the corner of his mouth.
“No-!” Although it is not the first time witnessing death on the battlefield, this time was different; this time she was the commander, which meant that everyone’s lives were in her hands. The trust Brund and the others had in such a mediocre commander like her was exchanged for a cold-blooded death.
All because of her decision.
It was wrong.
She saw the silver monster converge behind Brund like mercury, first the torso, then the head, and in the blink of an eye it had taken shape. The silver face without features, a crescent-shaped mouth like a silent mockery- it seemed to be mocking her and a commander’s tactlessness and weakness. She warned him, but her warning came too late, but just by a little.
The pale, calm face of the dead Lyse, the burning village among the Yulsong mountains, and Brund, who was now staring at her with a blood-stained face and wide eyes, all seemed to flash before her eyes at once.
“Monster–!” Freya felt as if the blood in her body had frozen, she subconsciously and stiffly drew her longsword and her duties as a commander had long been thrown to the back of her mind. She was like a warrior who felt her blood boil and rushed through her body, she wanted to put her life on the line to avenge her companion so as to make up for her shame.
But it was at this time that a roar was heard, overpowering her voice instead.
“Monster!” She heard Alea – the same rugged fellow who had always seemed to have a problem with Brund – make this sound as if he were snarling, with bloodshot eyes, and almost without thinking, he elbowed the giant wolf lunging at him and knocked it away, then turned back and slashed his sword at the silvery monster, snarling, “You damned beast!”
Such a scene seemed to freeze and slow down in her eyes, making her come back to her senses. Everyone could lose their minds out of anger, but she as a commander did not have the right to do so.
Day after day, she thought of her days studying in the Royal Cavalry Academy and the person that opened the door to another world for her; she came from the countryside of Bucce, an awkward girl who came as a recommended student to a place she had never heard of before and had never dared to think about, with nothing but fear and anxiety in her heart. And while everyone around her soared in their achievements, she had to memorize the knowledge that seemed common to the others. Just because everyone else was so b
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