2,764 allied soldiers were killed, 17,236 were injured, and the enemy had no survivors. 0

As King Beoruk read the report, he didn’t show joy but said with a voice full of regret, “Nearly three thousand of our soldiers fell. All were talents of the kingdom…”0

Hearing his murmur, every noble in the conference room lowered their heads, taking a moment of silence.0

As time passed, Beoruk opened his eyes and looked at Kai.0

“Count Kai, I know it was thanks to your help that the damage was limited to this extent. Had you not stepped in, the loss would have been far greater.”0

“Thank you, truly.”0

“You saved this nation.”0

Receiving thanks from the nobles, Kai only quietly nodded.0

Seeing this expression, Beoruk misunderstood and showed a look of pity. “You can hold your head higher.”0

“Yes, it is tragic that we suffered losses… but this was war. A dream where no one dies does not exist.”0

“So do not blame yourself, Count Kai.”0

Snapped out of thought by the nobles’ continued comfort, Kai blinked. “Pardon?”0

What dominated his mind was none other than Atroc. Who was he? He used dark divine power—what was his position...0