"Smack!"
The scroll fell from his hand.
The scarlet signature was so striking and clear.
Outside the Giant's Mouth Cave, the cold wind still howled, and the snow fell heavily, making the retainers shiver and exhale white mist. But inside the cave, it was warm as a furnace.
However, Alger felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, collapsing to the ground.
His oath, his faith, his years of training and education, everything he pursued, all collapsed in this moment.
He had tirelessly trained in combat, harmonizing with the Giant Eagle, only to become an accomplice in sacrificing lives.
He had pledged loyalty to Duke Brad, never imagining that the one bestowing the sword was his greatest enemy in life.
He received education from the family's instructors, only to become a hound under someone's control.
His life-risking battles and sacrifices ultimately served his greatest foe in life, like a tragic figure from some opera.
