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Gottval looked at the fallen Hamel. Someone's victory was someone's defeat, and just like that, Urich had become the best, which meant others could not.
No matter who won, Gottval could only smile bitterly. Although he sided with Urich, the fall of the empire was not exactly joyful.
‘In the end, Urich won.’
A great hero was born. Even if Urich was a demon in the civilized world, no one could deny that he was an unparalleled hero.
‘The one blessed by all gods.’
He might be the one chosen by the era, as the Serpentines said.
Gottval walked down the stairs leading to the underground prison where the warriors guarding the entrance recognized him and opened the door.
Creak.
In the dark basement, Gottval held a torch and inspected the prison.
“Your Majesty,” Gottval spoke.
Yanchinus, crouched in the darkness, lifted his head.
“Who are you?”
“I am Gottval.”
“Ah, you’re that one-armed priest.”
Yanchinus had also heard of Gottval. A Sun priest yet a close aide of Urich, but was also reputed to be a man of high virtue. Even knights who had been captured and returned spoke well of the one-armed priest.
“Have this, Your Majesty.”
Gottval took out bread...
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