Role

Chapter 15

I asked my Drillmaster, what would he do if he were in my place.
I know those who slew my Empress. My child. While I do not mourn Sulirye's
death, I mourn the loss of hope.
Ruvende's words are wise. If it were in the moment, he would kill them.
She was no direct enemy of my village, but she was no friend.

Would I want to raise a child to die in battle?

That is our life. We are villagers. Berserkers at heart.

I want to let go, kill them all, those who slew her five on one. The healer,
using the staff of striking to pummel her to the ground.

I will not. That is the nature of this war. People die. Hopes are crushed.
And still I will endure, and fight, until my last breath.

I mourn what will not be.