Vomiting Blood

People had to look ahead in the end. No matter how deep the grief, life had to go on. Roland tried to hide his sorrow behind a smile. After thanking and seeing off the White Wing King, who had come to help, he returned to Flowing City. But as report after report of losses was laid before him, Roland could no longer smile.

First came the troop losses. The heavy cavalry had been wiped out, while every knight of the Crimson Lily was wounded. After this battle, the centaurs probably never wanted to fight again. If Shared Fate had not borne the blow for them, the centaur tribe might have been wiped from existence by now. What truly made Roland's heart twitch, however, was that nearly a thousand urgently armed civilians in the city had died, with countless more injured...

Then there was the damage to the buildings. Dozens of houses had been smashed apart, causing many civilians to be injured or killed. Parts of the city wall's main structure also needed repairs...

After seeing the statistical report Nyx handed him, Roland clutched his chest in anguish, nearly coughing up a mouthful of blood.

"Roland, are you all right?" Nyx hurriedly supported the dizzy Roland, watching him with concern and fearing that something might happen to him.

"I'm fine. Just a minor fatal injury!" Roland waved his hand and forced a smile.

In the end, Roland still hid his grief behind a smile. Life had to continue, Flowing City still needed rebuilding, and the people needed a wise and capable king to lead them onward—not a king with a face full of mourning.

"Let's bury our warriors first. We'll go see them off together." Roland gently stroked Nyx's head.

"Okay." Nyx nodded obediently like a pecking chick.

"Sigh, this