Niko's hands shook as he stared at the spells in his hands. These were the things he worked hard for. He felt glad he did all of the things he did even though a lot of them hurt him.
The suffering of commanding such a large number of mages and the burden of any casualties on their side was worth it. Unknown to him, his eyes started to water as tears fell down the side of his cheeks.
"This is just too much…*sniffle*"
"You deserve it." Lawrend nodded his head.
Niko looked up at him and clasped his hands in prayer.
"Your Imperial Majesty, I will be a devout believer from now on!" Niko shouted.
"That's your choice. Wipe your face. You don't look like the future commander of this imperial army," Lawrend replied.
"Y-yes…"
Niko realized he was crying and wiped his face with a small towel. He was extra careful to not get the parchment paper of spells to get wet.
