"So, this is how it ends, huh?"
He let out a bitter laugh.
But he wasn't surprised or upset.
He knew he was going to die like this.
"Ugh."
He let out a long breath of steam.
It rose into the sky.
"Hey, there's a live one over there."
Seeing his breath, a few enemy soldiers walked over.
"Just leave me alone. I've got a hole in my stomach anyway."
He wanted to say that, but he just kept quiet.
Suddenly, he remembered a spring day 20 years ago.
"Was it when I was 18 that I ran away from my village, dreaming of becoming the greatest general?"
He'd been on the battlefield for 20 years since then.
All he had now was a few coins and the title of a simple soldier in the First Army.
"What a joke. General, my ass."
His past life flashed before his eyes.
"What if I had joined the surprise attack? Or, what if I had stayed in the Bait Village and recruited soldiers? Or, what if I had joined the monster hunt in the Winter Valley?"
Countless paths diverged.
He always went head first without hesitation.
The results weren't great.
That's why he's dying with a hole in his stomach.
Soldiers with evil faces were closing in.
"Damn it."
Curses rose up in his throat. One of the masked men lifted his sword.
*snap*
The blade pierced his chest.
"Fuck…"
A weak voice escaped his lips.
Roan, a spearman in the First Army of the Lines Kingdom, died like that.