"Alright, that's enough for now."
Cough cough.
"yes."
A hoarse, dry voice came from deep within the room, causing Andrew, who was giving the report, to shut his mouth and put down the documents in his hand.
"...That concludes the report. If you have no further tasks, I shall take my leave now."
After saying this, Andrew was about to leave as usual, not expecting any further response.
But just as he turned around, he heard a voice inside:
"Ahem, Andrew..."
!
"My lord, I am here."
Andrew immediately turned around and knelt on one knee, respectfully waiting for the other party to continue speaking.
"Don't be so nervous. You have another mission today and need to leave the team briefly, right? Cough cough..."
In the dimly lit room, Andrew knelt on one knee in the doorway, listening intently to the weak voice inside, and answered earnestly:
"Yes, sir. I am going to welcome a friend who has volunteered to come to the front lines. I have already submitted the details in the report."
With his head bowed respectfully, Andrew did not look at the figure hiding in the shadows.
Even without seeing, he could sense the other person's weakness and pain.
However, it is powerful.
Even if the other party appears so weak, their strength is beyond doubt.
This is a legend.
He was also one of the three legends sent by the Tribunal to the Second Front.
Fera, title: [The Constipation Knight]
A legend with a very strange and rather unpleasant-sounding title.
But contrary to Fira's strange title and withered appearance, this legendary figure, who was plagued by illness, was not really weak; he was highly skilled in commanding large-scale battles.
He had already proven his abilities.
The warriors under his command consistently had the lowest casualty rate among the three legends and were the most respected.
Unlike another Grand Duke of Coldthorn, whose warriors, despite achieving the best results, also suffered consistently high casualty rates and required constant replenishment of their ranks with new recruits.
"Coming to the front lines voluntarily? You must be out of your mind... The kids from other branches? Ah, you probably don't know..."
“I know, sir.”
After spending some time with him, Andrew had gained some understanding of the language used by this consumptive knight.
In this legend's eyes, all other branches of the Watchers were collectively referred to as divisions.
In his eyes, all the Overwatch members who came to the front lines, including himself and Crow, were just clueless kids.
“He didn’t come from other departments; he was a comrade-in-arms from the court.”
"Ah... I see. There's a child who dreams of becoming a hero."
Cough cough cough...
After coughing laboriously for a long time and pausing for quite a while, the tuberculosis knight finally continued:
"Then let's leave it at that. Let him stay here with me a little longer, and he'll come to terms with reality."
"We are not heroes, we are just a group of warriors who want to protect their homeland, and even heroes can die."
Just when the Constipation Knight was losing interest, Andrew had to dampen his spirits once again.
"……grown ups."
"Cough cough, huh?"
"Take a gentle breath through your nose," Andrew said in a deep voice.
"My friend, he will not fight under your command, he..."
Looking up, Andrew gave a wry smile, but he still insisted on saying:
"He voluntarily joined Grand Duke Hanci's team; he was going to the front-line war zone."
"He's going to the Bloodbath Zone."
The room fell silent; even the coughing stopped.
After a long silence, the Constipation Knight slowly spoke:
"That's settled then, you can go now."
"yes."
Andrew rose, bowed deeply to the knight in the shadows, and strode out.
Silently watching the former Raven, who had shone brightly in a previous match, depart, the Constipated Knight sighed deeply:
"Since you're so eager to die, there's no point in me saying anything more."
rustle……
The sound of papers turning filled the air; Andrew's two applications had long been placed on the Constipation Knight's desk.
"One is an application to host a friend for an outing, and the other... is it an application to transfer to another team?"
Ferra knew from the beginning what Andrew was going to do and what choices he would make.
"What kind of friend would you do this to? As my scribe, you know the situation on Hanci's side best."
Shaking his head, Fera wasn't mocking Grand Duke Hanci's actions. Although the other party had a strong desire for victory, he wasn't a madman who would send his men to their deaths in vain.
"That guy Hanci only has two redeeming qualities: a little bit of cleverness and a terrifyingly cold heart."
It's just that the other person's heart is indeed much colder than mine.
In a war concerning the life and death of both humans and supernatural beings, can such a decision be considered a mistake?
Fera didn't know.
However, he couldn't bear to see those children, whose eyes still held light, die in vain.
Raising his hand with the syringe inserted, he stamped his seal on both applications Andrew handed him.
pass.
"Just do your best to survive, kid."
"The front-line battle zone is not a beautiful place to pursue ideals."
That place was a living hell that had been turned into a meat grinder many times.
"Just friends?"
Looking beyond the curtain of shadow, the frail legend seemed to be longing for someone.
The legendary figure, whose life was sustained by a specially designed ventilator, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and murmured:
"...My friends, how are you all doing now?"
...
...
friend.
Regarding his relationship with Ning Feng, Andrew considered himself to be a friend.
Perhaps the other person's achievements are more outstanding than mine, and I owe a lot to them for how I am where I am today.
Although they didn't communicate much, he felt that their relationship could be described as that of friends.
There's not that much dragging things out between men.
So when the other party sent the message, he agreed without hesitation.
Even though he understood that this meant he would lose everything he had accumulated under Fira and instead face an uncertain and dangerous future.
But so what?
Now that the family has been revived with his help, he has broken free from the shackles that had bound him for so long.
Now that we can live for ourselves and take some risks for our friends, isn't that a good thing?
Andrew straightened his clothes in front of the teleportation array.
"Welcome, my friend."
Seeing the couple whose faces were covered by masks, he went up to them and smiled:
"It's Mr. Mephistopheles, isn't it?"
Even if it's risking one's life for a friend of a friend, that's fine.
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