The soldiers could not find an answer, yet they did not dare cast their eyes upon Grand Duke Oren in the sky. One after another, Sti Oren sensed the furtive gazes around him.
The stares of those mud legs, those slave-like wretches, made the face of this future grand duke's heir burn hot. He wanted nothing more than to find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.
For the first time, he could not bear being the center of everyone's attention.
Sunlight fell upon him, yet it felt incomparably cold, making him instinctively seek the light. Grand Duke Oren in the sky was clearly no longer a believer of The Sun, so Sti looked toward his father, the first heir already well past middle age, who could only enjoy his later years through extraordinary power.
Yet throughout Oren City, no one believed the future of Grand Duke Oren's family did not belong to the young, vigorous, and capable Sti Oren.
What should I do?
Terrified, Sti saw the Armored Bear Legion still charging madly forward, while Oren City's troops, their morale having suddenly plunged to freezing point, were being wantonly slaughtered before this army.
He gritted his teeth, stepped out of the shadows and into the sunlight, and raised the unadorned but practical weapon in his hand high.
"For the glory of the Oren Family, we will never allow these invaders to seize Oren territory!"
"Stop them!"
The soldiers were stirred into action. They picked up their weapons again and charged at the Armored Bear Legion, but the absolute gap in strength meant they could never halt its advance.
"My grandson, you are the finest descendant of the Oren Family."
Grand Duke Oren watched Sti rise once more from the sky, satisfaction in his eyes.
"But this is