Half an hour later, after Velin poured the last portion of Soul Power into Valerian's body, he began clearing away the power wrapped around him.
About three minutes later, Valerian abruptly opened his eyes and reached for his sword. Only when he saw the supreme commander standing before him did his taut nerves slowly relax.
"General Valerian, how do you feel now?"
Hearing this, Valerian stood and said, "Thank you for healing me, commander."
"You were injured fighting for me. How could I stand by and do nothing?"
"I've completely repaired your injuries."
"In addition, I'm sure you gained something from this battle as well. Once you return, take the time to comprehend it properly."
"Thank you for the reminder."
"My general, go and rest."
"Yes."
Valerian bowed, then flew toward the military camp outside the royal capital.
"My lord, this subordinate will take his leave." Iden came before Velin, bowed, and spoke respectfully.
"Mm."
After Iden left, Velin took Kyle, Orlando, and Ignis and flew straight toward the location of the Okra Kingdom's royal treasury.
Standing on the ground at the entrance to the treasury, he looked at the deep, dark passage, and an indescribable excitement welled up inside him. He did not know whether it was because he was simply about to obtain an enormous fortune, or because he was about to obtain the wealth accumulated by the descendants of someone from his homeland.
As he stepped inside, the magic lamps on both sides of the walls lit up automatically.
From the corner of his eye, he looked at the walls on either side. Carved into them was the story of that founding king establishing the kingdom.
Some parts were so exaggerated that it was obvious they had been embellished.
When it came to this, he had very