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>Epilogue:
>Castle Charon, Faerghus Kingdom
“Fiend! Away with you!” The knight yelled shakily. He’d given his name earlier, but Rex d’Rusalka hadn’t been listening. There was no point in remembering who he was or anything he had to say. In a few seconds, he’d never utter another word again. The knight cowers behind his shield and goes for a stab with his short sword, but the thrust is laughably incompetent. Rex side steps out of the way, before thrusting Gae Bolg forward. The spear shatters the man’s shield and finds purchase within his chest. His eyes open wide, and he begins to gurgle as Rex lifts him up high. With a deft toss, the man is thrown off Rex’s weapon to sail across the room and land in front of his lord. The Margrave of Charon takes an involuntary step back. He’d been speaking quite highly about being a Knight of Faerghus or some other such nonsense, but he suddenly seemed to lack the same resolve he’d shown earlier.
“Bertram!” The Margrave shouts, coming to the aid of his knight. Ahh, so that was his name. Bertram. A strong name for a weak fighter, Rex thought.
“Perhaps now would be a good time to surrender, my lord.” A woman at Rex’s side said. Winona Argyros, the tactician of Rex’s unit, the Hellwings. Charon had managed to stand strong throughout the entire duration of the war. Its defenders bordered on fanatical, and the Imperials had already failed to capture the city on numerous occasions, the most notable of which belonged to that utter oaf, Ferdinand von Aegir. And yet, with Winona’s strategic planning and the strength of the Hellwings, it only took two days for Charon to fall. A fact which Rex found utterly disappointing. He’d hoped they’d have put up more of an effort to defend themselves, but this entire affair felt utterly trivial. It was as if he were a child, being sent to complete some menial task by his parents.
“We have it on good authority that you will be receiving no reinforcements.” Winona continued. “The Knights of Faerghus march south, away from your domain. If you surrender now, you’ll be treated with all the hospitality befitting one of your rank.”
The Margrave stirred. In his current state, he resembled a cornered rat more than a nobleman. He grabbed onto the axe that was strapped to his back, and Rex felt a tinge of excitement. This man was the father of Thunderbrand Cassandra, the strongest warrior from the Church of Seiros. That meant that he had a Crest. Perhaps he could provide him with the excitement Rex had been sorely missing. In a flash of light, the Margrave jumped from where he’d been sitting and charged his two opponents. Rex grinned as he met the man’s hefty battle axe with Gae Bolg. The weapons clashed in an explosion of sparks and light. For a while, it looked as if the two were evenly matched. Rex’s grin started to slowly fade.
