"We haven't lost yet! We haven't lost!!"
The defeat of Clearspring Kingdom was almost a certainty, a one-sided battle, but just when everyone thought Clearspring Kingdom was vanquished and about to cede territory and pay compensation, compromising in retreat, a voice abruptly arose within the dominion.
It was the young man, Saros, who was shouting.
"There is still a chance, we still have a chance!"
Saros knew all too well that his voice was faint, his words carried little weight, and nobody cared about his opinion, but as a soldier of Clearspring Kingdom, it was his duty to voice his thoughts.
As for the outcome, it was obvious, no one would care about the mutterings of a usually insignificant mortal.
If Saros had been the Child of Miracle, a true vassal of the Marchioness of Clearspring, he would definitely have been noticed.
