Chapter 1212. Finishing Touches (2)
Wiggins wasn’t so keen on shooting the breeze with the Iemoto.
Although he felt pity, trying to make his enemy feel better was something only a moron would do. Had the situation gone awry somewhere, even if only by a little, the one despairing right now would’ve been Wiggins, not the Iemoto.
Despite knowing this, Wiggins still responded because the Iemoto cut such a tragic figure right now.
“What you’ve done wrong was to stay here.”
The Iemoto looked up at Wiggins. “...Staying here?”
“Yes. This place isn’t a battlefield,” said Wiggins with a rueful shake of his head. “My lord is the type to stand and fight on the frontline. So, to him... Anyone who doesn’t fight can’t be called a martial artist.”
“You have to stand on the battlefield to be called a warrior? Is that what you’re saying?”
“That’s right.”
Wiggins’ gaze locked on the Iemoto had gotten a little colder. The pity in his gaze began dissipating. Trying to figure out why Kang Jin-Ho didn’t acknowledge the Iemoto helped him organize the messy thoughts in his head.
“This war must’ve been the most important war in your life. Even if you had won, you’d still have to contend with countless losses of your men. And defeat would’ve meant losing everything. Knowing that, why were you hiding in here? A martial artist of your skill level would’ve definitely been a massive help in the war. You should’ve been there, cutting down as many enemies as you could.”
“How foolish!” The Iemoto suddenly roared out in a fit of anger. “I am a king! My death would’ve meant the end of the war, too! Which king would be insane enough to risk such a danger and fight on the frontline?! A king must stay behind in the safe zone and watch the flow of the battle! That is the Art of War. That is how it’s supposed to be!”
“Sure, you might be right.”