Chapter 4
Reflection
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It had been a year since he had confessed his love to her. A year since they had married and taken their vows. He still remembered what he had said.
Together,
Forever,
Until the end.
He growled and kicked the man at his feet, causing him to cough up blood. "I didn't give you permission to stop training! Keep going!"
The poor man shrunk back. "B-b-but sir! We've been training since dawn."
Albel snarled. "Do you think you can just stop in the middle of a battle to take a break?"
"Why do you train us as if we are going to war?"
"Because you must never let your guard down! Even in times of peace, you must always be ready! In order to protect those you love, you must always remain alert!"
"Albel!"
The knight looked up and scowled at Woltar.
"That is enough. Let them rest. We need replacements for the brigades, not the grave."
The soldier bowed gratefully and gathered the others. Once they had gone, Woltar turned to the young knight. "Why do you push them so hard?"
"What do you care, old man."
The older captain sighed. "Albel, it's been five months. It's time to let go."
"Hmph."
"Albel…" Woltar placed a hand on his shoulder. "It's time to stop blaming yourself. What happened has happened. There's nothing you can do about it."
Albel looked away. "Leave me alone, old man."
The 'old man' had no intention of doing that, though. "Just let it go. It's not like you can bring her back from the dead…"
The younger man snarled and pushed away. Jumping off the wall, he landed in a crouch, and left for the castle gates.
"Where are you going?"
"Out," was the cold reply.
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