Julian rose to his feet, brushing the dust from his coat. “Well, I guess I’ll have to take my leave now,” he said, offering the group a friendly nod.
Elder Uncle bowed slightly and said, “Your grace, thank you for spending your time with us.”
Hugo laughed, his grin wide. “Yes, your grace, be sure to come by again! We don’t mind a little noble company every now and then.”
Charles rolled his eyes and gave Hugo a playful shove. “Racking up points with his grace, aren’t you, you son of a bitch”
Julian couldn’t help but laugh, the banter feeling light and genuine. As he glanced toward Rose, he caught her watching him, and she quickly looked away, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. She managed a quick nod, her expression flustered yet warm.
Feeling a rush he couldn’t explain, Julian nodded back, his heart beating just a bit faster as he took his leave, already thinking about the next time he’d see her.
As Julian walked away, he felt an unfamiliar weight with each step, as if his own feet resisted him. He wanted to turn back, to sit beside Rose and hear whatever story she held tightly within herself. Every instinct urged him to stay to dig deeper and uncover the parts of her she hid so well.
But he knew it wasn’t his place, not yet. There was a greater purpose to fulfill, duties he couldn’t ignore.
Not my role, he reminded himself as he forced his gaze forward, even as something in his heart lingered, rooted in that small campfire circle. With a final breath, he pushed onward, hoping their paths would cross again, and that one day, he might earn the trust she guarded so carefully.
Returning to the main camp, Julian was met by an unexpected sight. Soldiers, servants, young squires, and seasoned knights, all were gathered together, regardless of age, rank or role, sharing laughter under the night sky. Some were eating , some were singing and dancing, some were having an arguments and some were fighting.
It was a scene so full of life and warmth that Julian wondered How and Why. Despite the looming shadow of war, these men and women found joy in the present, choosing laughter and music over fear.
He realized that, even on the brink of battle, they held onto hope and the small moments that made life worth fighting for. It was as if, for tonight, the war had no claim on them, and they stood not as soldiers and ranks but as people bound by the same unyielding spirit.
Julian retreated to his camp, his mind filled with the wonder of how simple the world was, and how simple being happy was. This made him realize he was never truly happy, never truly worthy of happiness. All he had done was screw around, bask in the glory of his own family with no standing of his own. Even the power that he felt so proud of now lost its meaning in his heart. Find more chapters on
“Is it really mine?” He questioned himself, “What right do I have to command all these people, to rule over these people, with the power that was gifted to me?”
It was a question that he did not quite need the answer to, but now that he had seen the sight of such human complexity among the simple interaction, he felt obliged to know if he was worthy.
This was something he could not get the answers from his father, the duke, nor his other members of the family. This was something that he had to witness and experience himself for him to forge the answer.
Just then the system’s voice rang out, “Hey host, you seem to be in trouble, need some help?”
Julian felt a wave of relief wash over him as he heard the system’s voice. He was happy to have at least someone by his side while he was going through his inner turmoil.
“Do I deserve to wield this power?” he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty and awkwardness.
The system replied, “Worthy huh, that’s for you to decide, host.” As it started speaking, Julian could see the shift in the system’s demeanor. Its usual pervert tone shifted to that of a wisdom, as if his entire personality had changed.
“Besides, worth is defined by purpose and purpose is defined by an individual,” the system continued. “Do not waste your time thinking about things you do not have control over. The knowledge and intention will be made clear when the time comes,”
Julian felt the weight lifting off his shoulders as he absorbed the system’s words. freewebnoveℓ.com
As night continued, Julian felt his eyelids growing heavy. Thoughts of the night lingered in his mind, the soldiers’ laughter, the sense of purpose he had glimpsed in their eyes, and the questions he had been wrestling with. Slowly, he drifted to sleep, feeling a strange shift inside himself.
He knew that everything was about to change as the war drew closer, but he wasn’t sure yet how he would face it.
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