He Loved My Sister

d you become so gentle?”

“Because I want to be a good son to my mother.”

“You can’t be compared to that venomous Belfius.”

The Empress clicked her tongue as if she didn’t like his son’s soft voice, but the boy was ready to kneel at the very least whenever his mother spoke.

(T/N: You bish… tsk…)

“There’s nothing that I can do about your innate nature, but keep in mind that I did not raise you to be hesitant at any crucial moment.”

“Of course.”

“If you have a sword, you should swing it when the time is right.”

“Of course, Mother.”

Benjamin loved and respected his mother very much.

Growing up, he was told countless times that he should be a good son, and he was willing to do anything to achieve it.

“However, why did Gabriel suddenly change his mind about being uninvolved? I really can’t figure it out.
I’m worried that he and Hillington might have done something that we’re not aware of.”

Benjamin laughed softly.

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It wasn’t because he heard the story of the unlucky Belfius boy, but because he was happy to hear the charismatic voice of his Mother.

“Who knows what’s happening inside their residence.
But you don’t have to worry, Mother.”

“Why?”

“No matter what their intentions are, it was all useless.
He has to be away during the war, and far from the Hillington family for many years.
That means they won’t have any contact at all.”

“Yeah… You’re right.”

A strange expression appeared on the Empress’s face. 

It has been in planning for a very long time.
Thanks to this, the young Duke of Belfius, who was only 12 years old, was driven out to fight on the battlefield.

‘And that is where life and death intersect.
No matter when and how you die, isn’t it a place that no one knows about?’

“If he doesn’t come back, his marriage won’t be possible in the first place.
Isn’t that right, son?”

The Empress reached her hand out, and Benjamin walked over to her knees and rested his cheek against her hand.

(P/N: Def momma’s boy with some mommy issues right there *shudders*)

“Baby.
With a little patience, everything will be fine.
This mother will give you a splendid empire.”

“Yes…”

Such a strong empire that no one dares to touch the Imperial power.

Looking at those viciously shining eyes, Benjamin held his mother’s hand tightly.

“That’s why you have to do your best for this mother,  Always.
Live for this mother.
Did you understand?”

“Yes, Mother.”

-ˏˋ ━━━━━━ ʚɞ ━━━━━━ ˊˎ-

(3rd Person POV)

12 years later.

It was a bloody war that lasted for 12 long years.

The momentum of the Mielle Empire army, which displayed powerful abilities with  words, was truly strong.

However, the strength of the opponents who resisted and fought to survive was not inferior, so the sluggish confrontation continued.

As a result, the number of dead could not be counted, and the Empire suffered serious wounds.

However, this would not last long.
The situation has been reversed.

“The end is coming.”

The man looked at the opposing camp, which was quiet, with his cold eyes and frosty voice.

(TN: OMO Gabriel!!!!)

A few days ago, the man successfully caught a very large prey.

The arrow that was fired by his hand penetrated the shoulder of the most valuable quarry.

Thanks to this, the commander-in-chief of the opposing camp suffered a fatal injury and has since been in an unstable situation.

“If the leader collapses, the charter will also be broken.”

A handsome man watches with a frigid face.

He is Gabriel von Ellen Belfius, the commander-in-chief of the Mielle Empire’s army and the living god of war.

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His loyal subordinates bowed their heads with satisfied smiles, and Gabriel’s lieutenant, who had been by his side during the worst of times, spoke kindly.

“Everything will come to an end in this attack, my lord.”

“Yes.
However…”

It was that moment.

“Huh? My Lord, isn’t that a response letter?”

Soon, a letter from a pigeon* flying in the sky, fell into Gabriel’s hands.

(T/N: *A military support animal who’s delivering the letter.)

Everyone became alert.

‘What’s the news? I wonder if there is any movement in the enemy army?’

Gabriel read the letter indifferently.

“…Ha.”

“My Lord? What’s wrong?”

The subordinates were shocked when they realized that their superior, who was always collected and cold-hearted, was suddenly shaking his hands.

‘What kind of news would give him such a reaction?’

Because they had previously thought that they were already taking the lead, dark clouds appeared on the faces of his subordinates.

‘What if the battle starts again unrelentingly…?’

Just then, Gabriel raised his head.
The subordinates were startled.

It was because a grim expression, which looked as if it could cut through anything, suddenly appeared on their superior’s handsome face.

Their platinum-blonde leader growled with a tone that seemed to have crawled out of hell.

“Kill them.”

‘What?’

“I’m going to kill them all and go back.”

‘What did he just say?’

“This war will be over in a week and we will all return.”

(TN: Hahaha Gabrielle)

Everyone was shocked, with their eyes wide open. ‘What the hell is he talking about? A week, seriously?’

The closest lieutenant checked what was written in the letter that Gabriel had thrown away in anger, and his face hardened.

‘So this is it? What’s the big deal about this?’

The lieutenant handled the paper over quickly so that no one else could see it.
An indescribable irritation appeared on his face.

What was written there was simple.

It was not related to the enemy head showing serious advancement, nor related to the commander of the enemy’s army, who was unconscious, miraculously awakening from a serious injury.

‘Tsk…’

It was the news that the two young girls of Hillington were going to make their debut to the public.