This immediately stopped everyone's argument, and they all rushed over to comfort the Imperial Tutor.
"We...can never go back."
Everyone:?
What's the meaning?
What do you mean by "we can't go back"?
Once she had recovered, Fenrir turned her head to look out the window, where the wind and snow were intensifying.
And the rooms here... are the houses that the teachers built outside his home a hundred years ago.
"Perhaps I am really not suited to participate in governing the country. The village chief's assessment of me back then was correct."
When it's time to gracefully retire, then it's best to step back...
After a sigh, Fenrir revealed the emperor's schemes, the noble alliance, the demons, and the future of the empire.
Everyone stared wide-eyed. Such an important imperial force as theirs was being thrown out like a pawn?
They were clearly the empire's elite, so how could they be so easily abandoned by the emperor?
Where is the Imperial Tutor? Where is the Imperial Tutor?
He is currently the only nine-star pioneer in the empire, how could he be!
But... that's the harsh reality.
Fenrir knew the hidden power of the Empire.
For example, the emperor's royal guards are no less powerful than the personal guards who follow Fenrir the Sword Saint.
There were also the Imperial Guards of the First Prince Dakra and the Royal Knights of the Second Prince Tius.
These are all forces that the empire has been secretly accumulating.
Most importantly... he's not the only one to become a Nine-Star.
A month ago, he personally nurtured the Emperor into the empire's second person to advance to the ninth star, which was also one of his backup plans to enable the Emperor to suppress everything after he left the empire.
Use the death of the Imperial Tutor to incite the madness of the Noble Alliance!
Those nobles who have long wanted to rebel will surely not sit still, and the emperor has already laid a trap. This battle... is not only for the royal family, but also for the future of the empire.
Gradually, the snow lessened, the wind subsided, the night passed quietly, and the bright moon gradually disappeared into the mountains. A ray of sunlight, just beginning to rise, shone through the fine snow into Fenrir's room.
Beside him was his companion, who had been silent all night.
"Sir, we can't just keep hiding like this!"
At least I... I can't do it yet...
It was hard for a knight to accept this, because his two best brothers had died, one at the hands of the Demon King and the other at the betrayal of the Noble Alliance.
He must get revenge, he absolutely must!!!
"Just like I said, if you show yourself, the ones who will oppose you... are the Empire."
The emperor wanted to turn the empire into his personal fiefdom so that the entire nation would work together, and anyone who tried to sabotage his plans would become his enemy.
Even if they show themselves, the Noble Alliance will not let them go.
It could be said that... in such a vast empire, they had nowhere to go.
"My lord! Is this truly the only ending for us?"
The knight finally broke down. Could he not even get revenge?
If we want revenge, we have to fight against the entire empire, which is impossible!
"Lord Fenrir, perhaps we can offer an idea."
The three magicians thought about it all night and finally came up with a plan.
What is it?
Fenrir looked at them in confusion, while the three mages exchanged glances and then spoke in unison.
"Establish a new force, temporarily abandon the past, and our goal is to take in the orphans of families destroyed by demons on the border, and to be reborn in the empire in the name of fighting against the demons!"
Will forming a new faction really be effective?
Looking at everyone's serious expressions, Fenrir had his answer.
"Lord Fenrir! At such a crucial moment, only you can nominate a name for our future power, so please bestow one upon us!"
"Please bestow a name upon me, Your Excellency!"
The knights echoed the magician's sentiments.
Seeing how serious everyone was, Fenrir suppressed the blood welling up in his throat and swallowed it hard. After thinking for a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Everyone has a demon living in their heart, lying dormant in the depths of their soul, like a sharp blade yet to be drawn."
But what gives it meaning and direction is always the hand that holds the handle—your choice.
Fenrir stood up, took a deep breath, and continued:
"Recognize the demon that dwells in your heart, do not let it devour you, but understand what the abyss looks like, so that you can walk more firmly in the sunlight."
The weak are driven by desires, while the strong wield the reins; that's how it is.
I would like to formally extend this invitation to you as a Witcher.
Welcome to...The Witcher.
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