The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

But he wasn't scoffing; he was pleased.

This is actually a good thing.

If he could, Cole would prefer that no one ever had to understand the cruelty of war, or become like him, a cog in the war machine.

But now that she's here, she has to find out the truth behind it all.

"Judging from your attire, you must be an office worker, right? Is this your first time on the front lines?"

Eberron's silent reaction gave Cole an answer; he clicked his tongue and sighed.

"I see. How cruel... But the person who sent you must have their own plans. They must have high hopes for you."

High hopes?

Ah, maybe.

Eberlen didn't want to explain, nor was there any need to.

But is it really just a matter of whether or not one can accept something so simple?

As he was thinking this, Eberron suddenly noticed Cole's eyes.

The eyes were bloodshot and looked somewhat cloudy.

!

!

Inside, she felt a strong will.

A jolt of electricity seemed to run through his body, and Eberron instinctively straightened up, looking at Cole's scarred, stubble-covered, and weathered face.

This is a middle-aged man weathered by time; beneath the numerous scars on his face, it is difficult to discern any trace of his youthful features.

No, it's not like that.

He is not a decadent middle-aged man.

Cole, he is a soldier.

They are warriors who fight to the last, and who refuse to surrender to the enemy even if it means their own death.

"From the moment we stepped onto the battlefield, we were fully prepared."

Cole smiled at Eberron and repeated the statement in a calm tone.

"All the preparations, of course, included the option of our death."

“We were not forced to come here, and we are not the useless cannon fodder you arbitrarily assume we are.”

他 说:

"Because this is a war for each and every one of us."

Looking directly at the young and naive clerk, the veteran, a survivor of countless battles, spoke gently:

"We are warriors who protect this world, and that is why we are here."

With pride, Cole spoke calmly yet forcefully.

"So... madam, please don't take it upon yourself to grieve for us."

Please don't.

Please do not mourn for the soldiers without authorization.

Chapter 411 Let Victory Debut for Us (Second Update)

Warriors fighting on the battlefield face mostly malice from their enemies.

Anger, hatred, resentment... malice is everywhere.

Vulnerable people may break down under such negative emotions, but strong warriors will become even stronger.

But there is one thing they cannot accept.

mercy.

It doesn't matter if the enemy pities or despises us; it doesn't matter if they see us as useless pawns or ants.

Those people will eventually realize the consequences of underestimating them and pay a bloody price!

But there is a different kind of compassion, that comes from... the compassion of the people who protect them.

That kind of gaze would sting them.

Because they make such sacrifices, they are never seen this way.

"Please do not mourn for us; that is not respect, but an insult."

With a serious expression, Cole stared at Eberron and slowly began to speak:

"Although you may not mean it that way, your thoughts are demeaning our honor."

Do not……

Upon hearing these words, Eberlen's expression changed drastically, and he shook his head violently in a fit of rage.

No, no!

This shouldn't be happening!

Suppressing her inner turmoil, she asked loudly and rapidly:

"But! Aren't you all dying without a doubt? And no one will even know!"

In response, Cole loudly replied:

"They never need to know!"

"What!?"

What soldiers need is never the approval of others, or even their understanding!

If they don't understand, they don't understand. That's nothing; it won't shake their resolve.

There is no need to vindicate them.

That's enough for them as long as the people they want to protect can live the lives they desire.

Will suffice.

As for how much pain one has endured, or how many times one has escaped death, these are not important and do not need to be emphasized.

Overwhelmed by Cole's imposing manner, Eberron wanted to argue several times but ultimately remained silent, only uttering a question in the end:

Is it worth it?

Is it really worth it to be unknown and misunderstood?

"Of course it's worth it, why would you think it's not?"

Even though they are covered in wounds and constantly face the danger of dying in deserted places, the warriors who fight for others find it all worthwhile.

"You know what? Some extraordinary beings praise their gods when they are about to die. We don't believe in those things. Guess what we would say at that moment?"

"We will praise ourselves."

With pride, Cole raised his head and spoke:

"They are willing to die for gods whose thoughts are unknown, so why can't we sacrifice ourselves for our own people?"

他 说:

"Praise humanity."

Long live humanity!

Shocked.

In his past life, Eberron had never experienced such a shock.

Although the person before me was weak and dying, his conviction was incredibly vivid and dazzling.

As if blinded by the dazzling light, Eberlen squinted slightly and turned his head to ask:

Aren't you afraid of death?

"Of course... I'm afraid!"

Cole doesn't deny his fears; instead, he accepts them openly.

“I have never been a person who is not afraid of death. If I can survive, I will choose to live without hesitation.”

"But we had no choice, or rather, we had already made the decision long ago."

With a proud laugh, Cole began:

"We are willing to dedicate everything to protecting this world."

After a moment's hesitation, Cole still struggled to raise his right hand, which was wrapped in bandages, and reached out tremblingly towards Eberron.

Shake hands, shall we?

After only a moment's hesitation, Eberron took off his right glove and grasped Cole's outstretched hand.

Startled by the sudden grip on his hand, Eberron let out a gasp.

"what."

In a final burst of energy, Cole gripped Eberron's hand tightly, his eyes gleaming as he gazed intently at her.

"If we must be honored, then let victory be our tribute."

"You must achieve final victory!"

Feeling the strength and warmth from his palm, Eberlen's lips moved, and he raised his left hand to cover his face, trembling as he lowered his head.

"……Um."

Tick.

"Ok!"

……