Regressor Instruction Manual (PART 5)

Chapter 819: The Last (52)

Seemingly embracing everything, the warm light comforted those who were tired of the battle.

I had been through many wars and miracles, but moments like these always made my heart race. The playboy Cannon, who had just been spending time cursing, was also staring at the sky blankly.

The radiance brightly illuminated the dark sky where nothing could be seen.

It was okay if that wasn't a miracle. It was okay if it was just a show.

Just providing brilliance to the continent was enough. The situation was bad enough to even think like that.

"Did the Son of Light... not abandon the continent? He..."

"There's no way he would abandon the continent. Haha. Isn't it obvious? Who else in the world loves the continent more than he does?"

"Aren't you too confident for someone who was cursing just before, Cannon?"

"Yeah. Well, why are you talking about something like that? I just thought I didn't have any luck. Now that I'm retired, I've been trying to live in peace, but who knew that things would go wrong the day I came to see the capital? Alex, weren't you thinking the same thing? You were the one who said that fighting for a living is tiresome now. It was you who persuaded us to retire together."

"..."

"Anyway, George, you're out of luck if you hang out with him. Why visit the capital when the situation is like this? Looking at the bad timing, who wouldn't label you as a third-rate gambler? You say something too, Alex."

"No, I..."

"What?"

"I feel rather fortunate, Cannon."

"What?"

"Maybe we're lucky to be here."

"Crazy bastard. You're a war addict, Alex. You'd better go to a temple or a mental hospital before it gets worse. If you don't want to go alone, then I can..."

"It's not that."

I wasn't sure exactly how to explain it, but it certainly wasn't about addiction. Rather than being able to fight, I felt fortunate to be able to just be here together with them.

It wasn't a battle with great meaning like for the country, ideals, or future generations.

We were the kind of people who lived by the flow since we liked conformity without resistance.

Every time I stood at a turning point, whenever there was a big crisis, I was called up to take up arms, but... this time, I felt something different.

Without realizing it, I looked up.

Oscar was holding the sacred spear. The dragon and the Son of Light were also there, surrounded by light.

A roar resonated as the huge reptile raised its head to the skies. I felt like their vision that was about to devour the State was giving us a hand.

When I saw Oscar standing on the railing and holding a weapon, I felt something tingling and resonating on my back.

She looked different than usual. She wasn't as elegant and organized as she had always been.

Rather, she looked just like us. Wounded, broken, exhausted, soft...

However, she was strong. She made sure to rise again every time she fell.

I couldn't see her eyes properly due to the distance, but there was a spark in them that was visible despite how far I was.

We were witnessing the birth of a hero, the story of a human taking off her skin and growing on her own. She wasn't the leader of the fallen continent but simply a common human who led the battlefield.