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Phillion looked at his right hand. It was a right hand that only had its thumb left.
‘I thought I’d be used to it by now.’
He still occasionally reached for a glass with his right hand, only to grasp at nothing. Naturally, wielding a sword was also out of the question forever. His life as a knight had ended along with it.
"Oh well, it wasn’t like I was that skilled to begin with.”
Phillion smiled bitterly. He was never an outstanding knight. Even over the twenty years that had passed since he received his knighthood, he had never achieved any notable deeds. He had never participated in the Subjugation of the Remaining Barbarians, and at most, he had only been involved in a bandit extermination mission.
Lacking connections or political acumen, he had aged quietly as he occupied his position. A knight destined to be forgotten, without any heroic tales or impressive reputation. All he could do now was wait for the day of his retirement.
‘It was a grand journey. I have no regrets.’
Serving as the prince's escort was a significant event in his life. He had spent each day feeling a sense of fulfillment. They were exhausting yet rewarding days.
"The battlefield is no place for a woman. Please escort my sister to the palace, Sir Phillion."
Pahell entrusted Phillion with the task. After willingly...
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