A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 797 - 275: If You Are True to Me, I Will Never Betray You (Vote for Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 797: Chapter 275: If You Are True to Me, I Will Never Betray You (Vote for Monthly Tickets)
“We haven’t lost yet! We haven’t lost!!”
The defeat of Clearspring Kingdom was almost a certainty, a one-sided battle, but just when everyone thought Clearspring Kingdom was vanquished and about to cede territory and pay compensation, compromising in retreat, a voice abruptly arose within the dominion.
It was the young man, Saros, who was shouting.
“There is still a chance, we still have a chance!”
Saros knew all too well that his voice was faint, his words carried little weight, and nobody cared about his opinion, but as a soldier of Clearspring Kingdom, it was his duty to voice his thoughts.
As for the outcome, it was obvious, no one would care about the mutterings of a usually insignificant mortal.
If Saros had been the Child of Miracle, a true vassal of the Marchioness of Clearspring, he would definitely have been noticed.
Because Miracle Citizens would never betray their monarch, they might be daydreamers, but they would never do something as betraying as sending the people of Clearspring to their deaths.
As long as Clearspring and its vassals had the ability to judge, there harm in listening to new ideas.
Regrettably, Saros was not one of them.
He wasn’t one of the Marchioness’s men. In fact, over the years, almost everyone had become disappointed in him.
No one knew of Saros’s talent, that he was a genius of Living Saint-level, but due to mistrust, nobody paid attention to his advice.
Perhaps some people benefitted from his ideas, but most would not attribute their success to him.
“You’re saying we can fight?”
However, there was only one person who chose to believe in Saros, and that was Clearspring.
In this nation, no one’s trust in Saros was as important as hers. Clearly, years of companionship had given Clearspring ample patience and care for this child of remarkable genius.
“We can fight, we can definitely fight!”
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“Although I am not a Miracle Citizen, I do not possess Miracle Power, but I understand, I understand how to wield this power.”
Saros was merely a soldier, but he had always been learning what it meant to become a general, a true leader.
It was precisely because of the vast gulf in power that Saros learned to adapt.
‘If victory can’t be achieved through personal strength, then learn how to utilize the masses.’
Saros said, “I know we have lost Legendary Level strength, but we still have Kings, we have heroes!”
A battle of miracles usually wouldn’t involve Kings or Legends, their power, even for the Miracle Mainland that had been blessed by Kings, was excessively great and could easily cause permanent destruction.
Therefore, a battle of miracles didn’t go beyond the level of heroes.
But this time was different; Clearspring and the Emperor Candidate had made a wager involving those above the level of hero, sending forth Kings and Legends, and they did not place the battlefield on Miracle Mainland, but instead on the Infinite Plane.
The Infinite Plane was virtually boundless; no one ever knew just how vast it could be.
There, Kings and Legends clashed. Even if their confrontation resulted in destruction, annihilating heavens and earth, it was merely a loss of some mortal-inhabited land.
Such land was worthless; it could not nurture excellent citizens, nor would miracles descend upon it.
If it perished, so be it, it wasn’t worth mourning.
The result was that Clearspring had been defeated, and the Legends and Kings she had nurtured for hundreds of years had almost all fallen there.
Fortunately, Clearspring had invited other Masters of Miracles to act as observers and supervisors to prevent the Emperor Candidate from doing anything too extreme.
The Emperor Candidate still cared about face, so he didn’t completely obliterate their souls.
There was still a chance, as long as they could be reincarnated and reborn. Years later, Clearspring could once again turn them into her citizens.
“The Marchioness has already lost the Legend and the King, she won’t fight any more, she is now afraid.”
Time and time again, defeat thoroughly shattered Clearspring’s confidence, she was no match for the Emperor Candidate, nor could she contend with those formidable Masters of Miracles from the Holy Empire.
Let it be, just admit defeat, from now on live with your tail between your legs, no need to risk the lives of your vassals anymore.
“The war will cease unilaterally, but only the victors are qualified to declare it.”
“We the defeated are the weak,” said Saros, “as long as we don’t get stronger, we have to endure beatings every day, live in fear every day!”
“They will come back, the war will never just end, maybe in ten years, maybe twenty, and then it will be a calamity for the living beings again.”
“Only by taking the initiative to strike, to give a hard slap to the enemy while he throws a punch.”
Animated, Saros seized Clearspring’s arm, “Only by doing so can we say ‘no’, rather than as of now, whatever they say, we can only respond with ‘yes’, we can only respond with ‘yes’!”
If it had been anyone else saying these words to Clearspring, she would have beat them up and then told them not to spout nonsense in front of her.
However, this person was Saros, the beacon of trust she immensely relied on, the man she considered her savior and her hope.
“Teach me.”
Even as her arm was seized in such an impolite manner, Clearspring didn’t resist but instead, like a weak woman, she made a plea.
“Do you believe me?”
“I do.”
“No, I’m not asking if you believe in me, but rather, Clearspring,” Saros looked into Clearspring’s eyes, “as the Marchioness, are you willing to believe in me?”
He had long since seen it and also guessed it.
In the entire Clearspring Kingdom, only one person had the identity of the lady before him, and that was the supreme ruler of the Miracle Kingdom—the Marchioness.
“I…”
The Marchioness hesitated for a moment, but remembering the years of Saros’ assistance, she nodded slightly, “I trust you.”
“Thank you.”
For the first time in his life, being trusted by such a great person moved Saros, “I know I’m ambitious and I can’t become one of your vassals.”
“You should not be bound by a contract,” interrupted Clearspring, “A hero cannot be caged, he would die.”
This death didn’t refer to a physical demise, but to life, destiny; the great deeds he was supposed to accomplish and the miracles he was meant to create – all these things would be destroyed by the existence of a cage.
“I’m not angry that you can’t become one of my vassals, on the contrary, I’m glad.”
If Saros had bowed and pledged allegiance to someone, Clearspring would’ve felt disgrace, “You are a man who has my respect, a hero who will never be conquered by anyone!”
“…”
Clearspring’s words delivered a shock to Saros.
What is a confidant, what is a friend? Clearspring felt she had been redeemed by Saros, but conversely, wasn’t Saros just as fortunate and joyful to encounter someone who truly understood him, who comprehended him?
“I apologize.”
This apology was because he couldn’t become her vassal.
“But I am your soldier, and I am your vassal.”
Drawing his side-sword, Saros knelt on one knee, presenting the knight’s sword with both hands, offering it to the Marchioness, “But with this sword I swear, in this life, if you do not fail me, I will never fail you!”
