Hearing this, Turner, who was just finishing his last sip of porridge, suddenly stopped.
Pain and helplessness flashed through his weathered eyes, and after a few seconds of silence, he took out a badge marked with knife scars from his chest and placed the badge in front of Sheriff and Zack.
Both former centurions paid their respects the moment they saw it, recognizing it as the emblem of the Winter Wolf Army's elite reconnaissance troops.
"Someone said the same thing to me last time."
As Turner ran his hand over the scarred military emblem, he said hoarsely,
"I made a promise to those brave men who were willing to follow me. I declared I would lead them to a true cause, to offer Loyalty to our motherland and achieve glory. However, just seven days after I made that vow, all my brothers died in that...
Ah, to this day I can't forget the scene of being carried out of a pile of corpses by Master Yuri.
I also can't forget how that shameful defeat cost us something so important."
