Book 7: Chapter 39
I was sitting on the gunpowder barrel. I looked at the three before me and seriously asked, “That’s the current situation. The problem we’re faced with now is very serious. And that is, what are we going to do? We’re just one step away from our dream, but it’s one very hard step to take.”
This decision affects the lives of our entire team, yet we were discussing it while sitting on a few old-broken barrels of gunpowder, dressed in filthy clothing stained with blood.
It didn’t look formal in the slightest.
Lorana wiped her long-sword. I got a glimpse of what it meant to hold the title of the continent’s number-one Sword Saint. She didn’t use any enchantments or even mana. She relied purely on her sword skills to defeat an entire platoon of enemies, slaughtering all of them without letting her clothes get damaged.
She narrowed her eyes after hearing my question and asked, “That, Your Majesty, depends on how you’re thinking about it… Let me reword that. When faced with this question, are you considering it as the Prince or the future Emperor?”
I hesitated for a moment and then asked her, “Is that somehow related?”
Lorana snickered and replied, “Of course it is. If you’re considering it as the prince, then you can leave now, since it’s not absolutely necessary for you to complete this task. Leaving won’t affect your identity or status as the Prince, as you can leave it to Her Majesty. You just need to return to the city. If you are considering it as an Emperor, then you must complete this task. I believe that if it was Elizabeth, who was in your shoes, she’d surely continue. She definitely wouldn’t leave this place.”
“I don’t think that our soldiers have the strength to continue, though…”
I looked at my soldiers around me, who were exhausted and lying scattered all around. Those who could still move looked white as a sheet. I looked at them and couldn’t imagine how they could continue advancing in their state.