Actually, Oliver Walker remained composed not because he feared neither life nor death, but because the moment he entered the military camp and went off to war, unleashing slaughter, he had already considered that this day might come.
This life, though short, has still been spectacular!
He has killed countless people!
Yet he only died at the hands of one!
It's not a bad deal!
However, soon after, the faces of Emilia and Olivia Walker surfaced in his mind again, and at that moment, he felt a deep sense of unease.
The north wind tousled his hair, and in what should have been a tranquil night, the air was thick with the stench of blood and an aura of solemnity.
In this life, he has been true to the pyramid!
And true to the comrades who fought alongside him!
It's only his family he has wronged, having spent so little time with them.
As for the girl, even though he couldn't fulfill the promise he made to his mentor, he truly did his best!
