The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 55

Chapter 55: The Final Outcome

From the stance of having swung his sword, Berg faced Shion, who was returning to his human form as the Thunder Sword fell from his left hand and stabbed into the ground.

“…Does that sword also have the power to slay immortals?”

Even as Shion spoke with blood flowing from his mouth, the fighting aura that seemed to burn everything away had vanished.

“Impressive, Berg… As promised, my army will sheath its spear and follow you. As a warrior of Hizuchi, I will not break my word.”

Removing his armor, Shion faced Berg. Despite death being so near, Shion’s eyes remained bright and unwavering as they fixed on him.

“Berg, I have a request.”

“…What is it?”

“Save Ozuma.”

Shion, still bleeding, spoke while clinging to the flickering flame of his life.

“I understand that my lord… Ozuma has strayed and committed mistakes… But still, it does not change the fact that it is the country where I was born, raised, and protected.”

This was Shion’s pride, built from his loyalty and desire to protect his homeland. It was this pride that kept Shion’s life tethered.

“Please, stop my lord… If you do, then this battle and my death… will have meaning.”

“…I cannot promise I can save him, but I promise I will do everything I can.”

At these words, Shion smiled, his blood pooling around him.

“Good eyes… You have the eyes of a general who responds to a life-risking resolve.”

“…You were strong. Had I not killed you, I would have lost.”

Shion was strong. He was a man deserving of respect both as a general and as a warrior.

“I wanted to fight alongside you… Not being able to do so is my weakness, as I could only defeat you by killing you.”

“Ha ha… To have gained such strength and still seek more… How harsh and intense a time must you have fought through?”

Shion laughed, without any hostility or malice towards Berg, viewing him purely as someone who lived before him.

“To gain such strength and thoughts… A life with no time to be bored… I envy you as a fellow warrior.”

“Shion…”

“But, in the end… My life, which met and fought such an interesting man… is not a bad one.”

Shion laughed, his vibrant laughter reaching not only Berg but also the ears of soldiers from both sides. It was a lively sound that seemed improbable for a man on the brink of death.

“Really, even death couldn’t cure your foolishness?”

Shion laughed as he looked up at the sky, reflecting himself in the cloudless expanse.

“Even though I couldn’t fulfill my duties as a general… I have no regrets.”

With these final words, the light faded from Shion’s eyes. Even after losing an arm and his life fading away, Shion never knelt to the ground.

That was the final moment of the warrior Shion Fuwa.