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Chapter 222

“Can you explain what happened?”

To be honest, he didn't want to answer. But he had to.

Kishiar seed prepared to stay up all night, sitting right there until Yuder spoke. It was only when the sensation of being stabbed by a sharply whetted knife reached its peak due to Yuder's silence, that he finally moved his parched lips to speak.

“It didn't work.”

“Your power?”

Kishiar precisely pointed out the part Yuder had left unsaid. Yuder turned his head away, avoiding his gaze.

“...Yes.”

“Not at all?”

“I could use my sword. But apart from that…”

Kishiar said nothing. He was speechless. The man who had been so confident in the power he possessed had turned out to be the most useless piece of trash at the actual scene. Anyone would find it not just laughable but pathetic. Yuder easily recalled so of the things he had heard.

‘Do you even know how many got hurt just by trusting you?’

‘This useless guy who can't exert any power is the Deputy Commander? How can you show your face to the Cavalry now? Surely you're not planning on sticking around?’

‘..ing here with such an arrogant air. Serves you right!’

'...'

As his stomach churned again, he decided to stop recalling. Rather than waiting for what might co out at the end of Kishiar's silence, Yuder decided to speak first.

“I'll step down from the scene as soon as dawn breaks, and I'll resign from my Deputy Commander position. I'll accept any further punishnt you decide to give .”

“You're going to give up your position and step away?”

Kishiar slowly questioned back.

“Why?”

A voice as parched as sand ready to blow away scratched uncomfortably at Yuder's ear. He gritted his teeth, continued avoiding Kishiar's gaze, and mumbled.

“Because over ten people were injured due to my inability to use my power. I should be rightfully punished and held accountable.”

“No one could have predicted your power wouldn't work. If we're going by that, I, who sent you, should be the one responsible and be punished.”

‘Enough of your unacceptable words! Who would accept them just because you, the Commander, said them!’

He swallowed the rough voice that had almost leaped up his throat.

“...Just punish .”

“What kind of punishnt can I give to soone whose arms are nearly severed?”

‘Are you asking to tell you what kind of punishnt I should get?’

Yuder swallowed a sigh, eyes narrowed and closed.

“Anything will do. Whip in public or make leave the Cavalry, please.”

That would be enough to finally quell the angry voices. Gakane, who had high respect among other mbers, or Ever Beck, who had proved herself this ti, would make a sufficient successor.

If he was to be dismissed, he would have to return to his hotown alone... But so what? It didn't seem to matter now. If he couldn't carry his belongings with his arms, he could bite them with his mouth. And perhaps this would be a better ending for the man in front of him.

He might be able to escape from this unbearable awkwardness and weird atmosphere that always arose when they were left alone. He would soon forget the dark mory of being forced to commit an unforgivable sin...

“Are you serious, Yuder Aile?”

“Yes.”

“Look at when you speak.”

A chilly voice gave an order. Yuder, resisting at first, managed to drag his gaze from the floor to Kishiar. His sharp, crimson gaze was staring at him without a hint of amusent.

"I... I'm serious."

He had expected him to get angry or to spout a harsh rebuke, regardless of how weak his words might have been. But, surprisingly, Kishiar didn't get angry.

"Even if you're the first Awakener, you've only been awakened for two years."

"..."

"No one knows the extent of their abilities, or what limits exist. Even I don't fully understand the weaknesses of my power."

Yuder was suddenly at a loss for words. As he stared blankly, Kishiar spoke quietly, yet heavily.

"You're just aware of it earlier than others. Consider yourself lucky."

"What do you an?"

"There were 11 casualties in the last battle. You're the only one who was severely injured and required a priest. I heard that once you realized your power didn't work, you held your sword and fought alone until reinforcents could arrive. Am I wrong?"

"..."

Yuder clenched his teeth again. He didn't know what to say.

"But."

"Your power didn't stop working entirely, did it? Have you tested whether it still works on other targets?"

He didn't know. After the chaotic battle, he had been too busy getting treated and finding a place to rest to test such a thing. He barely managed to borrow this barn because there were no shrines nearby.

Kishiar sighed heavily as Yuder shook his head slowly. He scooped up a handful of the straw that had been covering the floor. Just as Yuder wondered what he would do with it, Kishiar quietly gave an order.

"Light a fire here."

"What?"

"A small fire will do."

Yuder was skeptical about what good it could do, but he also doubted whether he could do it. As his mixed emotions left him hesitant, a soothing voice resonated in his ear.

"It's okay, hurry."

That's right. What did it matter if he failed? They had already seen the worst of each other, so there was nothing more to lose.

As if guided, he gave up and exerted his power. Instantly, flas appeared out of nowhere. A small, crimson fire spread over the straw that Kishiar was holding.

As he looked at the easily created fla, Kishiar smiled softly. It was a different smile than when they first t.

"You can do it."

He murmured as he looked down at the pile of straw that had quickly turned to ashes. Yuder was overwheld by strange emotions and couldn't easily open his mouth. After a while, Kishiar, who had been looking down at the ashes on his white glove, called his na.

"Yuder Aile."

"Yes?"

"I'll give you a howork. If you solve it, we will forget about this incident and you will maintain your position."

"What howork... are you talking about?"

"Find ten ways to clean up these ashes so that they are invisible."

As he spoke, Kishiar turned over his palm. His riddle-like voice landed on the black ash piled on the floor.

"However, any direct thods that involve physical actions are to be excluded. Use only your 'power'."

"What do you an..."

"This is your punishnt. You don't need anything else."

And the mont the approaching hand covered his bewildered eyes, the engulfing darkness unfolded, and his consciousness slipped away…

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“...”

Once again, Yuder opened his eyes. Only after seeing the familiar ceiling of the Cavalry quarters did he realize that what just happened was a dream from his past life. Rubbing his throbbing head, he sat up, and faintly saw the still-dark window.

Unable to fall back asleep even when he closed his eyes again, he got up and drank so water. Even though it should be no different from the water he drank in his dream, it left a bitter taste in his mouth for so unknown reason.

'I'm having so strange dreams.'

He wondered if it was because of the tension he felt, considering he was due to depart for the West soon. The vague image of Kishiar from his dream lingered in his mind.

The mories from that ti remained quite vivid even now. It was a highly morable experience, after all. It was the first ti he realized that his power did not affect anything beyond what was born and grew in this world.

A few days after receiving an unfamiliar task from the belatedly arrived Kishiar, Yuder finally understood the true aning of his words. He realized that the only way to achieve his goals was not just by burning or killing things directly as he had done before.

It didn't matter if his direct power didn't work against monsters. If their bodies decayed, they were bound to die. And Yuder had the power to move nature itself to crumble even the largest and toughest creatures.

Thanks to this, in the next battle, Yuder drove hundreds of monsters into a narrow valley with the help of others. He won a great victory by collapsing the entire cliff. Several landscapes in the West changed due to this, and it was deed a historic battle that would be recorded in history books, helping him to earn the title of Count.

In this way, after a few appearances, Yuder hardly participated directly in battles due to intense check, but his experience from that day continued to be a great help even after he beca a Commander.

Yuder looked down at his hand, lightly clenching and unclenching it. Because he didn't bother to wear gloves when sleeping alone, his palm, dotted with small spots, was clearly visible. Observing the rough fingertips scarred from various jobs he had done since childhood, he suddenly rembered the bandaged hand he saw in his dream.

'Co to think of it, that injury... It was serious, considering it now.'

He had never really thought about it before, but seeing it again in the dream, it was surprising that there were no aftereffects, given how severe the condition was. It was an injury inflicted by a monster, a natural enemy of his abilities, and until Kishiar arrived, he had only wrapped it in a bandage without receiving proper treatnt. Even if it was treated later, there was a high chance of not fully recovering, yet how did it heal so cleanly?

The temples he visited afterward didn't seem to have cured him well either. They were reluctant to use the holy water that Kishiar had procured from other regions on the Cavalry mbers.

'Back then... Since it was the first injury, I just thought I recovered faster than others.'

After becoming a Commander, the injuries he received from dealing with monsters for similar reasons healed much slower than other injuries, and the scars did not fade easily.

"..."

Suddenly, Yuder stiffened his shoulders.

'Could it be?'

He didn't know it at the ti, but there was one piece of information he had now. The fact that Kishiar could use divine power.

If his complete recovery wasn't a coincidence, the only plausible explanation was that.

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