Chapter 241
[Translator – Peptobismol]
“When you get back, give this to Miss Iril.”
What?”
Ronan frowned, bewildered by the sudden statement.
It felt oddly familiar, reminiscent of the things he’d often heard during his past days as a punishment soldier, especially in the midst of desperate battles where death was rampant. Understanding the meaning behind the words, Ronan spat out a curse.
“If you’re thinking something stupid, I’ll really kill you.”
“There’s no other way to break through this situation. If you and Aselle survive, you can figure something out. I’ll try to buy as much time as I can.”
“Buy time? Are you fucking serious?”
Ronan let out a dry laugh, incredulous. This fool was planning to sacrifice himself to save the others. Despite the dire situation, it wasn’t something he expected to hear from someone who hadn’t even lived half their life. Shullifen nodded solemnly.