Chapter 93: Second Arc (His Art of War) – 11. Memories I

Second Arc (His Art of War) – 11. Memories I

"Kyaaa ---!" Ophelia screamed when she tripped on a tree root. Angel quickly held her hand, preventing her from falling.

'I don't know how many times she almost fell,' he thought.
"Do you want to take a rest?" he asked worriedly. He knew as a princess she had never walked this far, let alone through difficult paths in a forest like this.

"No, I'm fine," she answered as she tried to get back on her feet.

Angel glanced at her feet which had begun to swell.
'I can't let her continue to walk like this.'
"Miss, if we want to go to Euphorion, we need some preparation."

"Preparation?" asked Ophelia.

"Euphorion is so far away from here, moreover we take it on foot. If we don't prepare ourselves well, we will lose our lives before we get there," he explained.

'He's right... I never travelled without guards before. I should follow his advice.'
"Fine. Show me the way," she replied.

He nodded in reply.

After they passed through the forest, they arrived at the edge of Swanstar Lake. His smile grew on his face when he saw a small wooden cabin not far from the lake.
'It turns out the cabin still exists. I thought it had been destroyed.' He turned his gaze to her.
"Miss, we will rest in that cabin."

She turned her gaze to the wooden cabin not far from her. The cabin was small and looked uninhabited for years.

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"Is that your house?" she asked.

Angel stared at the cabin, his memories when he and his father were playing near the lake replayed in his head.
"Yes, that's my house, " he replied as his eyes stuck on the cabin.

'It turns out he's from a poor family…' thought Ophelia.
"Are your other family members living there?"

"I don't have a family." He turned his gaze to Ophelia.
"Let's go in," he said as he walked towards the cabin excitedly.

He opened the door which was about to come off the hinges. The dust flew out. He waved his hand in front of his face to dispel the dust and stepped in slowly toward a pole. He rubbed the pole, cleaned it from dust, a faint smile appeared on his face. Several horizontal lines appeared on it, beside each line there was a small carving.
--- Angel 6 years 7 months.
--  Angel 5 years 9 months.
-   Angel 5 years 2 months.

He stretched out his hand, his dark aura reshaped his sword, then he scraped it on the pole just above his head and carved 'Angel 22 years 3 months'.

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