Hannoic War
Something but not the End (Epilogue Arc 0)

"Courage doesn't come when you have strength but real courage comes when you don't have strength"

Napoleon Bonaparte

Something but not the End (Epilogue Arc 0)

*Trudduck*Trudduck*Trudduk*

The sound of footsteps of horses was heard in the middle of the forest that sank in the night sky.

"We were lucky to get a horse from that empty house" Glent said, referring to his horse quickly.

In front of Glent there is Hasteinn who refers to his horse faster than Glent, on Hasteinn's back seen his sister Vella lying unconscious.

Race them in the middle of a dark night with hundreds of stars on their heads.

The wind made both of them cold, while hundreds of sounds of night creatures could be heard everywhere.

"Where are we going, by the way, Hasteinn?" Glent asked.

"The camp of 18,000 soldiers had my father's subordinates on the Black Road" Hasteinn said.

But not his father's subordinate anymore, it was already his own subordinate Hasteinn himself. His father was already dead hanged with his own family's flag, which meant that Hasteinn was now Duke of Geralda.

*But still I'm only 15 years old.*, thought Hasteinn.

"Which black street? We've been riding from earlier" Glent said.

"In the ruins of Maladum's castle" said Hasteinn with keen eyes "I slipped in my father's room and read the letter that 18,000 and hundreds of nobles from all over Geralda would come to Has Castle"

They race faster through dark forests and grasslands.

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For hours they raced horses in the middle of the night until..

"That's it, his army camp." said Hasteinn.

The camp saw thousands of troops stretched out to Hasteinn.

The light of the camp could be seen from afar with thousands of troops conducting their respective activities.

There are some soldiers who have fun with prostitutes, some are eating well, some are joking with their friends.

Flags of hundreds of families fluttered in the camps.

"It's like it's not 18,000 troops." said Glent.

"You are right.the number is greater.." - Hasteinn.

*20.000? No...30.000?...It should be only 18,000.*, thought Hasteinn.

Then the sound of horse footsteps could be heard pointing towards their kemereka.

There were 8 horsemen complete with their armour and hipped swords, racing towards them.

The Balur family's green wind flag fluttered in the hand of the horse rider.

Then the horsemen quickly surrounded them.

"Who are you!? And on whose behalf are you here!?" said one of the horsemen while preparing to draw his sword.

Hasteinn only gulped in fear that he would answer he was handed over to Jahae Mahald.

*Wait a minute..if this isn't 18,000 troops then what is this team? Don't-don't.*, thought Hasteinn with fear and worry.

"Wait a minute Mader.." said one of the horse riders.

One of the horsemen then advanced in front of Hasteinn.

"You son of Mr. Kyrah.forgive the impoliteness of our troops young master" said the horseman, bowing low.

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"The Has Castle has been taken and Hakoon Hasral has declared himself Duke of Geralda!"

His uncle's name was heard during Hasteinn's walk towards the large tent where the nobles were meeting.

When the attack on Has's castle his uncle looked strange. His uncle was as resigned and sad as he did not like to attack Hasteinn's castle.

"He was only Kyrah Hasral's brother, he had no claim to Geralda's Duchy as long as Mr Kyrah's son Hasteinn Hasral was alive!"

"I heard Kyrah Hasral and her son Hasteinn Hasral were captured by Hakoon Hasral himself!"

"Not only himself but the Mahald family's army also participated in the attack!"

"Jahae.the arrogant general may be behind all this.."

"We have to save them and attack Has castle at night!"

"attacked? You only endanger the lives of Lord Duke Kyrah and his son, if we attack then Hakoon and Jahae will not hesitate to cut off their heads both. Makes all our reasons for attacking Has castle disappear"

"He would not have dared to kill Lord Duke Kyrah and his son, if he had, he would have been labeled as killing his own family. Killing your family leaves you cursed in the eyes of both god and man"

The voice of the noble debate was heard until their voices came out of their own tents.

Making their tent exist like there was no point.

"Here is the young master, his tent" said one of the soldiers in front of him, leading Hasteinn.

In front of the tent fabric door there are 2 bodyguards guarding it.

Hasteinn easily passed the bodyguard and then opened the tent to himself.

It was seen that dozens of nobles were sitting on their spelling while chatting and arguing.

As Hasteinn stepped in, dozens of eyes were directed at him.

Hasteinn could instantly feel hundreds of streams of wind as if pointing at him...

"T-gentlemen-tuan.ini Young Master Hasteinn of the Hasral family" said the soldier who guided him.

Then some nobles bowed slightly to him while most just sat in his place without moving a bit.

The wind disappeared for a moment.

"He's that Hasteinn?"

"Pity is 15 years old.."

"Say Has's castle has been taken but how did he come here?"

Some nobles chatted about her when they saw her, some respected her while others doubted her as a 15-year-old.

"How'd he get here? Is he a fraud?"

There were also those who thought of him as a confessing fraud, but some nobles who knew him immediately slapped the estimate.

"Young master.I'm sorry, can't help you save your home...Has Castle" , said one of the fat-down nobles seen he had gray hair with a green wind emblem decorating his clothes.

*He.he's Mr. Malare from the Balur family.*, the inner Hasteinn realized something.

Mr. Malare had been to Has Castle when Hasteinn was 6 years old but only once he came to Has Castle.

He remembered when Mr. Malare looked at him with a sharp gaze for a long time, which frightened Hasteinn.

"Sorry to offend my master.but can you tell me about Mr Kyrah's current condition? Is he still alive? And what happened in Has Castle? You see we got a lot of strange information so for us this situation is not clear.young master" said an old man with his head that looks bald with a small beard adorning his chin.

The Malibax family tree emblem adorns its armour.

"Dad..he is dead and Has's castle has been taken" said Hasteinn paused for a moment then continued his speech, "at that time we thought Mahald was he a guest, but when we opened the gate for him, he said, he instead slaughtered our men and took our castle for himself. He was killed by Jahae by hanging with my family's flag"

The entire nobles were fined then fell silent, while their angry auras could be felt throughout this room.

A large noble then stood up and shouted noisily.

"We're sitting here! While our Duke was hanged like a criminal by Mahald's arrogant man! It's an insult to all of us! We as the Duke's subordinates should protect and be by his side when the enemy attacks! Let's go to Has Castle and recapture it with an army!" said the great nobleman with an angry shout.

"Yes!" said one of the nobles.

The nobles then nodded in agreement and their spirit voices rose.

"Let's strip Mahald off after we take Has's castle!"

"My forces will have their troops urinated even before my troops attack the young master!"

"I'll get them walled up after this is over!"

But among the noise of the noble spirit, the eyes of master Malare stared intently at Hasteinn's eyes as he continued to be silent.

"Mr. Prince.I will avenge your father's death." said Mr. Malare, looking down on his fat belly.

The words of Lord Malare kept the nobles silent, making the nobles stop noisily and think about what Malare said.

"Mr Balur? What did you say?" said one of the nobles.

"Yes, you all heard! He's prince! The son of Jayne Vehan the Queen of Geralda and the landlord of the Wind!" said Malare, pointing to Hasteinn.

"What?"

"Jayne's...Vehan?"

"What does this mean?"

The nobles began to be confused and spoke while looking at Mr. Malare.

"Mr Malare? W-what do you mean?" , said Hasteinn puzzled.

"Your father and I have been planning for years the Restoration of the Kingdom of Geralda, your mother Jayne Manstown. His Eminence Hasteinn and His Eminence Vella were the last to have the blood of the Geralda family.." ' said Mr. Malare uttered it with his fat chubby cheeks.

Then some nobles stood up with shocked faces.

"That means..."

Several Nobles then kneeled on one of their feet.

"Your Majesty"

Say the nobles while kneeling.

"Yes my gentlemen!" said Mr. Malare.

Malare then pointed to Hasteinn and his face looked louder than anyone fined this.

"What are we Geraldas who for thousands of years have never kneeled to any man but Vehan! We should have knelt to the blood of the old god sent to lead us instead of kneeling to that barbarian newcomer Victa!"

Malare's gaze looked solemn and sharp.

"Long live King Geralda!" , cried out loudly.

And then Malare knelt down followed by everyone being fined this.

All the nobles of the entire Victa kneeled before Hasteinn.

"Long live King Geralda!"

Shouted Mr. Malare with a big voice.

"Life the King of the Land of Wind!"

Said one of the nobles.

The fine reads a designation never mentioned again for decades since Geralda's first rebellion to the Victa.

The fine rose a crown and title that no one had ever worn for decades.

"Long live King Geralda!"

"Long live King Geralda!"

"LIVE KING GERALDA!"

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"Geralda has rebelled" said Vesius' father, burning the letter given by his servant.

All the members of the kounsil could only have bitter faces and be speechless.

"Young master Hasteinn managed to escape Mahald's pursuit and crowned himself king of Geralda fined his army" Toran said with angry eyes.

"We foolishly believe in Jahae Malald, he killed Mr. Kyrah rather than take her captive and let his Heirs escape" said one of the Kounsil Members.

"How did he escape?." said Mr. Lryser.

"There is no time to find out about it, the important thing is that we have 1 kingdom to fight again with us" Torrmund said in a cold tone.

"Maybe we should send a peace treaty and forgive it, we cannot fight one more enemy my lord" said Mr. Lryser weakly.

"peace agreement? Your peace has sunk in the sky because Jahae killed Kyrah Hasral, if he did not kill him then we can easily make young Master Hasteinn lower his sword" ,vesius said with a sharp look towards Kounsil.

"But we beat their numbers then he'll be bis-

*Ktttittttett*

The voice of Mr. Toran Garius stood up and then sounded.

"Torrmund, send a letter to Victa. We need the help of the whole family in Victoria to crush this rebellion" '' Toran Garius ordered.

"Okay, my lord" Torrmund said, standing up from his desk immediately.

"Oh yes, order Ballis as well, to prepare 15,000 troops to prepare. We leave in 2 days from the capital" Toran Garius said.

Torrmund then nodded his head and then walked out of the kounsil room.

Vesius' father, Toran Garius, walked to the corner of the room.

"My lord! War can still be avoided! We should-we should

"This war is inevitable Lryser! This is the Geralda we're talking about! They are not like other groups, they have thousands of years old tradition culture and will fight to the end to protect the culture of thousands of years" ,said Toran Garius shouted angrily to make Mr. Lryser speechless to death.

The sound of Toran's loud footsteps could be heard, Vesius' father walking further and further away from the kounsil table.

Then Toran walked up to a chest and opened the box, then after retrieving an item from the chest Toran closed the chest and walked towards the kounsil table again.

"My son Vesius of the Garius family will succeed me as military minister" Toran Garius said as he returned the Kounsil shirt and placed the red sword on the table.

Then Toran Garius walked out of the kounsil room while being followed by dozens of his red soldiers guarding the kounsil room.

The sound of iron armour ringing and Toran Garius' hard footing could be heard.

While the gaze of the entire kounsil pointed towards the silent Vesius.

*That gadget.it will look weird if I wear it..*

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The sound of a stepping horse could be heard among the sounds of birds chirping in the morning.

Morning dew soaks the plants around the horse.

On top of the horse was a blonde woman riding on the horse with a serious face.

The horse's foot passed through the forest grass.

Then he arrived at the place where he would go.

There was an empty house with the bodies of soldiers lying dead in front of it.

Their iron armour was mixed with dark blood that was already cold.

Hundreds of flies were seen swarming the bodies of the soldiers.

Spears and swords could be seen lying among the corpses of the soldiers.

It was seen a man leaning against the tree with a woman's corpse held in his hand.

The man leaning back seemed to be sitting very long in the tree until rain mud enveloped his pants.

The man looked almost like a dead man, his eyes were empty and he was as still as a tree.

The body of the woman held by the man looks dead with flies already swarming around.

".....oi Hanno" said Jean as he got off his horse.

Jean throws a bag of water to Hanno.

"Drink you must be thirsty" Jean said.

Hanno seemed to be unresponsive and speechless.

"Honestly you look like a dead man" Jean said as she approached Hanno.

Then Jean knelt down and put her hand on Hanno's nose to check if she was alive.

"Ehehaha.why do I think you're dead? You're still breathing and alive" Jean said, patting Hanno on the shoulder.

Hanno's eyes then turned towards Jean looking at her limply.

Hanno's gaze looked even more empty than usual.

A strong, drowning, and strange stream had already almost disappeared from his eyes, fading from his eyes.

"You're a dead body and your body is still breathing" Jean said, smiling strangely and laughing at the end.

"Se.sem" , muttered Hanno with his faint flat voice.

"Hm?" muttered Jean, watching Hanno begin to speak.

"All..all.everything is.lost" Hanno said.

"Drink first" Jean said, bringing the water bag closer to Hanno's face.

Hanno hurriedly held onto Jean's bag of water and weakly gulped down the drops.

Tears came out of Hanno's eyes even though a little of it remained tears.

His face remained flat and calm but tears came down from his eyes.

"Everything is gone." ' said Hanno in a flat tone after gulping down a drop of water.

"You look pathetic son" Jean said, standing up.

"...my family is gone..my life purpose is also.something I love.something I consider home..it's gone.." said Hanno with his flat face.

Filda's body was beside Hanno lying with a mob of flies and a small smile appeared on her face even though her eyes had turned white to death.

"Hahh.the morning ceiling with the scent of this corpse reminds me of something.From where I was dragged out of the senate Hall.sad memory.." Jean smiled as she looked up at the sky.

Jean looked at Hanno.

Jean's eyes were emptier than Hanno's, but there was something different...

There was a strong rose-shaped stream in Jean's eyes.

"Everything can be lost in an instant in this world.family.something you love.popularity.wealth.." said Jean who then knelt down toward Hanno.

Jean's teeth could be seen clenching hard as she stared at Hanno while the flow of roses in her eyes flowed strong.

The handle was like a monster holding Hanno's shoulder.

"But all that we can get back in another way." - Jean smiled like a monster.

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Instantly Hanno felt a giant rose holding her body with its spiked stalk.