“Ugh… I guess, in the end, it just wasn’t possible.”

As the last person standing, Lieutenant General Bison looked at his men who had fallen first. He was going to die anyway, but he had still wanted to kill that big shot, Milton Forrest, with his own hands. He unintentionally began to laugh.

‘Ha, a big shot…’

In the beginning of the war, Lieutenant General Bison had treated Milton as a child. How could he have miscalculated this badly? How arrogant had he been? From the Lester Kingdom, a small country in the western part of the continent, an absurdly influential person had been born. When he thought about the price he had paid for not realizing that sooner, Lieutenant General Bison could only laugh bitterly.

‘Thankfully, our Republic also has monsters just like him.’

Lieutenant General Bison sighed as he thought about Siegfried. No matter how positively he tried to think, he still didn’t like him. But, as long as that man was there, even if he died right now, he didn’t have to worry about the future of the Republic.

‘There’s no need to hesitate now.’

Having organized his thoughts and gotten rid of his regrets, Lieutenant General Bison shouted as he spurred his horse forward.

“I am Bison of the Kobrook Republic!”

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Lieutenant General Bison. He had spent...