Chapter 285: What Justifies a Knight’s Battle? (8)
The once grim and dreary atmosphere of the military camp was suddenly filled with noise and excitement.
No, it wasn't just noise—it was brimming with vitality and energy. The hardened men, worn down by society, had all vanished, replaced by people with moist eyes, as if they had turned into sentimental poets overnight.
Knights, soldiers, and servants all shared a common trait: they held letters in their hands, reading them over and over again or clutching them to their chests as if they were treasures.
Some were even sniffing and sobbing outright, but no one mocked them for it.
Why? Because their own eyes were just as red.
One wrong word, and they'd all be bawling like children.
And the one responsible for this wave of emotion nodded knowingly, as if he had anticipated this reaction.
"Letters from family and lovers are the ultimate treasure for soldiers on deployment, no matter the country."
Just spending a month in boot camp, cut off from the outside world, could make a letter from home a lifelong memory.
Now, imagine being cut off for not just a month, but five years.
At that point, going insane wouldn’t even be surprising.
They’d miss their families, lovers, friends—hell, even the people they'd cut ties with would start feeling nostalgic.