Hannoic War
The collision of Kings and Monsters has begun (Prologue Arc 1)

"Sometimes 'Silent' is a great work of art in a conversation"

the Marcus Tullius Cicero

The collision of Kings and Monsters has begun (Prologue Arc 1)

A glass containing frozen roses was placed on top of a pile of earth containing the corpse of Filda who had been buried by Hanno.

It was carried with Hanno's soft hand that had lost her little finger.

Hanno's hand was wrapped in a cloth that Charla Ohara had given to the town of Ballerius to bandage her pinky-losing wounds. Hanno's hands were now a little dirty with dust and soil stuck in his hands.

Next to Filda's grave was the tomb of Filda's father, buried with the help of John.

Jean just stood behind Hanno staring at him.

"It's over?" asked Jean.

Hanno answered nothing and simply fell silent while staring at the frozen rose in the glass.

Then Hanno stood up.

"You ready? No need to bring anything?" ' asked Jean while looking into Hanno's eyes.

"I have nothing left" Hanno said with her empty eyes.

"You'll have something" Jean said, holding her horse's strap, "and trust me it won't go away in an instant and will be yours forever"

Jean then mounted his horse, the sound of his small horse neighing could be heard. While the saddle of his horse cold little voice when Jean climbed on it.

"What is that?" asked Hanno from below, looking at Jean on his horse.

"Destination" Jean said, giving Hanno a hand to ride on her horse.

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The wind blew past his face.

Hasteinn sat on a rock surrounded by bodyguards.

In front of Hasteinn lay an army camp that stretched far, with grasslands and forests surrounding the army camp.

Some of the remains of Maladum Castle are seen fused with his army which makes it a resting and chatting place.

Even some of the soldiers played the stone remains of Maladum Castle.

It could be seen that thousands of troops were preparing to depart and tidy up the camp.

Hasteinn stared intently at a Map with dozens of pawns on it.

*Srek*Tuk*Srek*Tak*

The sound of someone's footsteps stomping on the reraise then sounded close to Hasteinn.

"Yes-his highness" said Glent nervously as he faced all the gazes of the Hasteinn warrior.

Hasteinn then raised his hand giving a warning to his bodyguard soldier.

"Reverse and move away 8 steps" , Hasteinn's orders.

His voice was as loud as an adult, even though his body was that of a 15-year-old...

His burden is heavier than anything in the world.

All the soldiers then turned around and moved 8 steps away from Hasteinn.

"Hehehehe you still look weird being polite" Hasteinn said, laughing mocking Glent.

"This is because you're the goddamn king" Glent said as he approached Hasteinn.

"What can Glent do, their hopes are placed on my shoulders at this time" Hasteinn said, looking back at the map.

His eyes were sea blue sharper and stronger than usual.

*He's changed.* , thought Glent.

"So you're devising a strategy like a general now?" asked Glent while looking at the map that Hasteinn saw.

Dozens of pawns were placed on it.

"How many troops do you think we have now?" said Hasteinn.

"35,000? 38,000? 40,000?" said Glent guessing while looking towards the large army camp.

"37,500" said Hasteinn.

"Close to my guess" Glent said

"Near but not reaching it, everyone only thinks about being close but never reaching it" Hasteinn said.

"Hahhhh.so? What do you want to talk to me about?" Glent said with a sigh.

"I have ordered 8,000 troops led by Callix Malibax to take the castle Has.

"Why aren't you alone? That's our house, right? As for the remaining 29,000 troops what would it be?" asked Glent in confusion.

"Just calm down, Glent, you don't have to worry about that. I've talked about it with other nobles. I've given you a task" said Hasteinn.

"Tasks? Whatchu mean? I'm a blacksmith's son? What can I do?" ' said Glent, more confused with Hasteinn.

"I ordered 14,000 men to go to the castle of Fyrr, the house of the Garius family and take it away.With you comrade.." said Hasteinn, holding Glent's shoulder.

"What?" said Glent.

"You will lead 4,000 vanguard troops, the vanguard in 14,000 troops to take the castle of Fyrr" Hasteinn said.

"I? I command the vanguard army? Are the other nobles not angry?" Glent said as he raised his eyebrows.

"Look, it's just me who has to take care of it" Hasteinn said with his sky-blue eyes.

"It's not good for Hasteinn to upset the nobles at the beginning of the war, if they don't like you who put at will a blacksmith's son from the middle of nowhere to command the vanguard of their army. Then they will bring their families home. Then your army will be reduced even before the battle is there" Glent said with a sharp gaze.

"You won't be the son of a blacksmith from the middle of nowhere anymore" Hasteinn said with a smile.

"Huh?" , muttered Glent.

Then Glent picked up the letter that was affixed to his chest.

Glent opened the paper.

"This.I can't read Hasteinn" Glent said.

"Ck, you are this" said Hasteinn, "this is a direct order from King Geralda the Hasteinn of the Vehan family to give Glent the son of Jolen a land around the 'River of the Wind Sword' previously owned by Jahae Mahald the traitor of the Geralda people"

Glent then fell silent while the wind brushed their hair together.

The two were silent for some time while Glent was dumbstruck and Hasteinn grinned.

"I..so Lord of the Wind Sword River?" said Glent as he pointed to himself.

"Yes, because who else can I give you after I take Jahae Mahald's land. You will breed and make a new family there" Hasteinn said as he stood up.

Then Hasteinn rolled up his map, after which put all his pawns in his skin.

And walked away from Hasteinn from Glent who was still dumbfounded.

When Hasteinn walked himself then followed his guard soldiers.

"Hasteinn" said Glent to his friend who walked away.

Hasteinn then turned around and looked at him.

"Hm?" , muttered Hasteinn.

"If you die what will I do?" asked Glent.

Smiling Hasteinn.

"You will make Vella Queen of Geralda or die in the process" King Geralda said as he walked.

What Glent saw for a moment was not the face of a friend but the face of a king.

With dozens of guard soldiers following him behind..

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Vesius walked with his father's red guard following.

His father will go to war.

While his father was away, Toran left part of his elite 'red guard force' to guard Vesius.

Walking Vesius leads to a room in the palace of bronze swords.

With a ring of armour the red guard troops followed him wherever he walked.

The waiter lowered his head lower to him in fear seeing the red guard troops.

Then Vesius looked at the place he had reached.

There were 2 red guard soldiers standing in front of the door.

"You two do not enter this room, wait in front of the room" Vesius ordered his bodyguard as he walked towards the door of the room.

Then opened the door by one of the soldiers of the red guard troops.

When the door was opened, his father was ready with full armour and a sword beside his waist.

"Vesius.." - his father, Toran Garius, looked at Vesius who had entered the room.

It appears his father burned a paper letter.

The door was then closed by a red guard soldier.

"Are you not going to share the plan with your son?" said Vesius.

"You don't need to know all that Vesius, you just need that Vespasian with his 39,000 troops in the east will attack the Geraldas from the east. While 12,000 troops from the Gerald family will join in attacking Geralda from the west. While there are already 21,000 troops Ohara family has gathered in the west and I will lead 15,000 troops of the family of Garius to attack Geralda with 12,000 troops Gerald" , ' he said" ,toran Garius said as he watched the fire burn the paper in his hand.

Then Toran turned to look at Vesius after burning the letter.

"Didn't you give me at least a goodbye?" said Vesius.

"No need, you just need to do your duty as a substitute for the military minister as long as I'm gone" Toran Garius said.

"Mother and aunt at least gave me a good-bye when I left when I was dragged to plunge into Tyronia by you" Vesius said as he stared intently at his father's eyes.

"Your mother and aunt are dead, there's no need to talk about it anymore" Toran Garius said, staring intently at his son's face, "I'll die then you'll die, we'll all die, everybody's gonna die. But there's only one thing you need to know about Vesius"

His father then drew closer to Vesius and held his right shoulder, with his father's sharp gaze looking at his son's face.

Toran Garius' eyes are strong Green, like a predator looking for its prey and the pouncing stream flows sharper and gazes far away like an owl.

"When we all die the only precious relic is our family, the one who will continue to carry our owl flag when we all die, all the treasures and powers that will be passed down to our children. The precious thing is not the country, the glory, the treasure, or the honor but the relics and the family that survive when we both die" Toran Garius said.

Then Toran Garius held his son's cheek with his strong and thin hand.

"We will make a dynastic family that survives thousands of years when all our names and honors die, only that is precious to Vesius.not this country or Republic but this family. I want you to be the one to make it happen." - Toran Garius said, staring at his son's face more sharply.

Then Toran took his hand off his son's cheek and walked towards the door holding a sword on his waist.

"Oh yes" Toran said while holding the door handle.

Vesius looked at his father who was holding the door.

"What is our motto?" Toran said in a heavy voice.

" 'Obligation' ", said Vesius.

"Hm, good you understand.not your country.not your success will be remembered by everyone.not your morals or your loyalties.but the family that will last hundreds of years..families that will continue to be strong even hundreds of years after we both die.let us disappear in history..The family of Garius.." - Toran said with his throat strong like a sword with hundreds of types of iron inserted into it.

*You have always been so father..you have always thought of family.you only care about our dynasty and your relics after death.basis.*, thought Vesius with half hate, half-teaching, half-admiring,half loved his father...

"..25 years I teach you.I want you to make my dream come true.not the senate, not Taivarr, not Torrmund, not Victa.but you.." ,toran said with his powerful voice.

"I understand you" Vesius said.

*Always understand.but even though I understand, but I hate it.*, think Vesius.

"Good" said Toran Garius as he exited this room with the sound of a ringing armour of soldiers following him

Then his father's shadow looks like an Owl that pierces the entire floor below him.

And all the soldiers and Vesius were pierced by him....