witness.
What will we witness?
As for death, Eberron certainly witnessed it with his own eyes.
She witnessed countless deaths—the deaths of acquaintances, the deaths of comrades she had only met a few times, the deaths of strangers.
But to be honest, she didn't glean any philosophical insights from this death.
Death is just death; it cannot bring her any sudden enlightenment.
She was just a little sad.
"Lord Hanci... what exactly do you want me to see?"
Once again, unconsciously muttering this sentence, Eberlen picked up the medical kit in his hand and walked towards the next wounded soldier who needed treatment.
Hearing suppressed wails and groans, Eberron instinctively looked into the distance.
Three beds away, a man who clearly had half-orc blood was biting a bloodstained towel as he received treatment from medical staff.
Even the strongest man would find it hard to maintain his tough image after losing half his body; not crying out loud was his last act of defiance and resistance.
In the past, Eberlen would probably have turned his head away the moment he saw the other person.
On the one hand, it's about politeness, and on the other hand, it's about maintaining one's politeness—so as not to make one's nausea too obvious.
But now, nowadays... Eberron simply stared at him for a moment, then nodded slightly to him before turning and leaving.
I can't help the other person with their injuries, and even if I went over there, I would only make things worse. So I shouldn't get involved and should just continue doing what I'm supposed to do.
"ha……"
She started walking, and finally sighed softly. She knew how to describe her current state.
numbness.
I know this situation is wrong, but I don't know how to deal with it.
Since returning to the base, Eberlen has been in a numb state, dazed and confused, not knowing what to do.
The fact that Eberron was able to volunteer to come to the field hospital on the front lines of the First War Zone to provide assistance was the greatest act of self-preservation he could make.
"...Is it polluted?"
The moment Eberon returned to the base, she went to see Grand Duke Hanci, but she couldn't get any information out of him.
That somber legend, who presented himself as cold and arrogant, continued his "work," stitching up the bodies of fallen soldiers, unchanged in the slightest.
Grand Duke Hanci seemed indifferent to her return, and after the two stared at each other in silence for a while, he kicked her out.
“Your presence here will pollute them… Get out.”
For such an ambiguous reason.
Without protesting or arguing against this seemingly malicious attitude, Eberron silently left the room, leaving all the darkness and coldness to Grand Duke Frostthorn.
At that time, Eberlen didn't quite understand the meaning behind the other person's words, but now she seems to understand them a little.
"Does saving numb people like me render their sacrifice meaningless? Heh..."
That's a really cold and harsh way of putting it, but it's very much in the style of Grand Duke Hanci.
Just as Eberlen was laughing at herself, she heard a weak cough beside her.
"...Miss, are you mocking my loss?"
Um?
A glimmer of light appeared in Eberron's numb eyes, and he regained some of his energy, turning to look at the wounded soldier who had spoken earlier.
"No, I didn't mean that, I just..."
Without getting excited or flustered, Eberron shook his head and tried to explain to the man, but stopped abruptly as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Uh! You, no, you...you're a warrior too, right?"
The scene before him was so impactful that it made Eberron's dulled mind start working again, pondering the reality of it all.
The other person was not someone he knew, nor a relative or friend; Eberlen was certain he did not know the other person.
The main problem lies in the other person's appearance.
The dry, grayish-white hair covering his entire body, along with the aura emanating from him, clearly told Eberron who the other person was.
A kobold, and an extremely old one at that, who appeared weak and frail.
In stark contrast to the tall soldier on the next bed, the old dog... the old man really looked as thin as a domesticated dog.
Kobolds have a longer average lifespan than humans, and with the influence of magic, a high-level kobold can theoretically live for around five hundred years.
Of course, that's just in theory; most people have never even heard of a four-hundred-year-old kobold.
But perhaps due to his frailty, the old man before Eberron seemed to have lived longer than those records suggest.
Eberlen did not see any external injuries on the other man's body, but even without those wounds, he probably wouldn't live much longer.
He is really too old.
His entire body exuded a heavy, gloomy aura, making him look like a breathing corpse.
On such a battlefield, is there such an old man?
However, the other person's eyes were indeed exceptionally bright, filled with what seemed to be a firm will.
Hearing Eberron's question, the old man smiled, revealing a smile with only two or three teeth remaining.
"Of course! I used to be the most outstanding warrior in our clan. Back then, I didn't know how many young women... cough cough cough, it's all in the past. Well, I won't brag about it in front of people now."
Eberlen: ?
Although you didn't say everything, you've certainly shown off...
Shaking his head, Eberron composed himself, sighed silently, and bowed slightly to the old man.
"...I didn't mean to mock you, I was just making fun of myself."
The old man twitched his nose, seemingly scrutinizing Eberron's heart, but quickly revealed a kind smile:
"Oh dear, it seems I misunderstood you. I'm so sorry, young lady."
"No, it's nothing, I'll take my leave now."
Her lips twitched slightly, and Aberon shook her head to indicate that she didn't care. But just as she was about to turn and leave, she couldn't help but turn back and ask:
"Um, if you mind if I ask, what did you lose?"
No matter how Eberron looked at it, the other person didn't look like someone with severed limbs. Was there something he hadn't noticed?
Upon hearing this question, the old man's mood instantly sombered, and he spoke dejectedly:
"Didn't you notice? Isn't it obvious? I've lost my most precious thing."
"If it's inconvenient for you, you don't have to answer me..."
Raising his hand, the aged kobold displayed his withered, skeletal body, and then said with immense sorrow:
"What I've lost..."
"It's my youth!"
His emotions were genuine and heartfelt; the grief on his face was entirely genuine.
"……ah?"
Eberlen: ?
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