082. Aslan's Saviour -3 (Part One)

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"It's been a while since I've entered a warzone."

An old man kitted out in brilliant golden armour grinned deeply.

He turned his head to the side and asked the head of the Order of the White Cross, Charlotte Heraiz, "How did you find the war so far, Charlotte?"

"It was horrible, my lord."

"And that's why I keep saying you're still insufficient. You see, this thing called the battlefield is..." Oscal Baldur unsheathed his sword, and while smirking away, finished the rest of his sentence. "...Something to be enjoyed."

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"You will feel yourself growing stronger as you break through one battlefield after another. You will never forget the ecstasy of those moments. And most importantly of all, only when you are carrying out the order of the Imperial Family do you truly sense the purpose of your life." Oscal quietly closed his eyes. "When you act according to his majesty's noble commands, the sense of rapture will wash over you."