The Gap Between You and Me

Brother has an obligation to pay more attention to his own safety. The country lives only when the king lives, right?

I am not a king.

Not yet. But you will soon.

Bernard, who spoke firmly, scanned the various high-ranking officials sitting around with burning eyes. He wanted anyone to speak up right away, if there was anyone who had any doubts about his words.

Siorn stared blankly at Bernard. The two people look alike but dont look alike. Like the sun and the moon, the two people had opposite tendencies.

Bernard. My dear younger brother.

Siorn called Bernard.

Do you think I will lose?

Brother!

Bernard shouted out loud hearing Siorns question. With a wrinkled face, he was wondering how Siorn could ask such a question to Bernard. When Bernard again showed signs of protest, Siorn raised one hand to stop him.

I know. That Im not as strong or as brave as you.

Bernard always genuinely cares about Siorn. The existence of such a younger brother was both a blessing and a disaster for Siorn.

He believed that the one who was born with the qualities of a king was definitely his younger brother, not him. Even before he was installed as crown prince, and even after he was crowned.

Maybe thats why. Siorn always found the seat he was sitting in uncomfortable. The feeling of coveting something that is not his. Or the feeling of taking care of it for someone else for a while.

You said I would be the king of this country.

But if they see me sending you into battle instead of myself out of fear, what will the people see of me as and will they follow me?

Such a pathetic king who hides rather than taking the lead in the countrys crisis situation.

Understanding what Siorn meant, Bernard lost his words. He had a lot to say, but he said nothing. He blinked several times, but as he finally closed his mouth, Siorn smiled lightly.

As much as you believe in me, now I want to believe in myself too.

Bernards face was reflected in his clear eyes.

So Bernard. Please let me go this time.

* * *

The wind blew. Could it be because of the heat? The dry air against the skin felt warm. Beeee. A peregrine falcon circling overhead and crying sadly. A knight approached Siorn, who raised his head and silently looked up at it.

Your Highness.

Yes. I saw it too.

Siorn replied, taking his eyes off the falcon. At this moment, no detailed explanation was necessary. He followed the knights gaze.

In the distance, through the hazy wind of dust, he could see something like a dark shadow. Siorn stared at it without blinking an eye.

Due to the distance, the smallest detail could not be seen. But even so, Siorn was not foolish enough to not know what it was.

Its finally here.

His throat moved. It was the first time he stood at the front in his life. No, it was the first time he faced a battlefield in his life. He doesnt hide behind anyones back, and he stands firm alone.

His heart was pounding like it was about to explode, and his legs were trembling like they were about to break. It was the tension and fear he had already expected. Siorn clenched his fists to avoid appearing weak in front of his men.

Sir Bailey.

Yes, Your Highness.

Order everyone to get ready for battle. As soon as we step out the door, we will be ready to attack.

What? Are you attacking right away? Arent you making a defensive formation?

The knight asked with a bewildered face at Siorns command. Theyre standing in the empty plains and hiding in fortified fortresses. Anyone had to give an order to take a defensive formation.

Yes. Get ready to attack.

Siorn nodded his head.

I will not lose.

Enemy soldiers approached the fort little by little, holding flags waving in the wind. There was a firm will in Siorns eyes as he looked at them.

If I can defeat them with my own strength in this war and return to the castle alive.

He took a deep breath in and exhaled, promising.

I will wage an all-out war with them.

Then I will no longer deny that I am destined to become the king of this country.

* * *

Theyre coming out like a herd of dogs.

Theodore, who was staring into the distance with a hand placed near his forehead, whistled and muttered. Even so, he was thinking about what to do with the fortress appearance, which was much taller and stronger than expected. But he didnt expect the other side to come out of the fortress first.

Ah. They change their formation.

Theodore, who was closely watching the Velicians movements, raised his eyebrows. A formation reminiscent of a pointed wedge. There was only one reason to move the soldiers into such a formation.

To prepare for an attack in this situation. Are you planning on attacking first?

Theodore burst out laughing, finding the situation absurd..

I heard that one of the royal family was dispatched as a commander. I think its real. Seeing that they made unwise decisions.

Well, its rather a good thing for us. Theodore added quietly.

Edwin looked at the enemy without a word. New armor that hadnt rolled across the battlefield yet glistened in the sunlight. It feels quite different from that of those who have come a long way and have been worn out from invading two countries in a row.

Edwins eyes skimmed over the Velician army, who were lined up in front of the fortress. An army that could have been enough for 10,000 men. It was almost the size of Kustans forces he had brought, Edwin thought.

Did the Velician judge that if they responded with roughly the same number of people, they had a chance to win? He laughed

Grease the arrows and light them.

Edwin gave the order. Then, the waiting soldiers ran with torches and lit the beacons they had prepared in advance. Flames roar.

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