Chapter 270: Victory is a Side Reward (7)
Whenever the vassals of Sefira discussed strategy, there was one thing that inevitably came up.
“Once Lord Keter takes the lead and suppresses them at the outset, the second wave will sweep in...”
“If the vanguard drains the enemy’s formation with a volley, Lord Keter can finish them off...”
“We disguise soldiers of similar build as Lord Keter and position them to confuse the enemy!”
Every strategy they proposed included Keter, and this was natural. Keter’s archery was practically magic. Who else could create a massive explosion with a single arrow, or strike hundreds simultaneously?
To the vassals, Keter wasn’t just an archer—he was essentially a grand mage. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say Keter alone could shift the entire tide of war.
But that was precisely what bothered Keter.
“Just as you said, Hissop, you all rely on me way too much. Even if I bust my ass alone and win, that’s not Sefira winning. I won. Isn’t that right?”
Keter’s tone had grown blunt. Since he only spoke politely when he believed someone deserved respect, this was a clear expression of disappointment. The vassals fell silent. Keter’s words were harsh, but they weren’t so foolish as to miss the meaning behind them.
Hissop, who was especially sensitive to the political climate, felt Keter’s point keenly.
“There’s already a lot of talk out there that Sefira amounts to nothing without Keter. I don’t agree with that. Even without Keter, Sefira stands strong. We are not a family that collapses without him.”
The vassals agreed with Hissop, but they couldn’t help glancing nervously at Keter. They were worried that Keter, who was a lunatic, would just step out of the Family War.