Damian fell silent as he looked at Adda's commemorative tombstone and asked in a flat tone, "How did she die?"
"On the battlefield, after you disappeared, she tried to find you, so she ventured into the northern battlefield but never returned. Her comrades mentioned that she was killed by demons; they could only recover her belongings, and among them, they found the puppet you made for her."
"We only knew that a wave of different demons had suddenly appeared and massacred an entire legion in the south before disappearing. Some of those who managed to escape delivered the message, and when the other legions joined for a counterattack, there was no demon nearby for us to kill."
Damian fell silent once more, hints of pain and regret visible in his eyes for not showing the slightest interest in his loved ones.
Everyone he knew had died; he would have died too if it weren't for Elaine's help, who sacrificed her life for his.
"Do you feel remorseful? This is war; in the end, we will all die, and the war will continue for hundreds of years until a true hero capable of annihilating the Demon King is born." Syndra was not affected by the deaths of her acquaintances at all.
This is certainly a good way to take it, but Damian, who felt that guilt, was a completely different case as he had spent many years withdrawing from the battlefield.
Whether it was his responsibility or not, many people died because he wasn't there for those who needed him.
"I didn't think that being able to extend my life more than normal humans also meant bearing this kind of pain." Damian knew little of what those who lived a long time went through.
Frieren understood Damian perfectly; she refused to form human relationships because they would eventually die, and all her efforts would be more than a waste of time but also research resources.
They would live many years and pass decades in time, so they would see thousands born and thousands die.
This is how the life of someone who lives for thousands of years is.
"By the way, who is the woman beside you?" Syndra became interested in the elven woman standing next to Damian, who had remained silent all this time.
Frieren looked at this woman, who seemed to be on her last breath due to her mana level, which was very concerning.
"Her name is Frieren; she will lead the war in the north alongside me." Damian thought of a joke he might have said at another time, so he remained silent.
"Pleasure to meet you; as you just heard, I am Frieren."
Syndra smiled charmingly and said, "It seems Damian found a fantastic companion; after finding that source of immortality, he also found a companion who won't leave him alone."
"I'm not in the mood for silly jokes, Adda; now tell me, why didn't you accept me as a great disciple when my parents were great mages?"
"Is trash worthy of my attention?" Syndra asked, reminding Damian of how training was in this magic tower.
"Just because of that, you would let the son of a friend die?" Damian couldn't understand.
"Of course, at least he would be buried with a complete body, unlike all these commemorative tombstones in this place. That mercy is what I can offer when you arrive; you were a special boy without magical abilities, but that seemed to change from one moment to another."
Damian understood; he looked at the tombstones and said, "I want the potion you gave me when I was younger; I need it for my army of humans, and if I have it, I will win the war."
Syndra turned around and said, "Find me at the top of the tower when you clear your mind; you seem to have a lot to think about."