You and me under the world tree

His attire is still the same, nothing has changed.

And what he held tightly in his hand was the great sword of Nagrin bestowed by the lord.

"I really am..."

I'm hallucinating.

After seeing the figure of Studus, Wittig couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.

He just watched the man walk in front of him straightly.

"Can you stand up?"

"Eh?"

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afternoon everyone

Chapter 72: Stand Up

From a certain moment, Wittig only felt that his already extremely dull brain had fallen into a state of near stagnation.

Because he never thought that these things would be true.

No, or he actually knew all along.

Because just after Walter and Irmin left the border, he sent people to the city of Godsend for help.

Even if this kind of thing completely abandons his self-esteem, he admits it.

However, he himself deliberately avoided thinking about this aspect.

Will Godsend City send reinforcements?

This kind of thing is certain.

Although Wittig didn't know Her Royal Highness very well, he knew that she would definitely not sit idly by.

From a strategic point of view, if Hungary invades Goths, it will be unimaginable after breaking through the valley.

And from an emotional point of view, Her Royal Highness Princess Dietrich would never let the Gothic land be squandered and trampled on like this.

But the question is, who will be responsible for the support?

First, everyone knows what's in store for the Eastern Front.

There used to be a large number of invading monsters, but this is not the point, because the ancestors of Amerongen have already summed up a set of tactics against the beast tide.

What matters is Hungary.

When this huge nomadic empire on the eastern plain was born, it became the main opponent of the Goths.

And to deal with Hungary, high-end combat power is essential.

Because not everyone can deal with the Hungarian King.

And a long time ago, it was said that the Gothic Kingdom was able to take down Hungary head-on, relying on the weapon master Hiltebrand and his young and energetic Highness.

If nothing else, theoretically speaking, it should be them.

Wittig thought so.

However, he just ignored one person.

To be precise, he deliberately ignored the existence of a certain person.

Studdas...

For various reasons, he ignored the existence of this man called 'second' and 'secondary'.

If you insist on giving any reason, it can only be said that the two sides are at odds.

It has always been like this, he doesn't like the carefree attitude shown by Studus, and sometimes finds him extremely embarrassing.

In contrast, in Studus's mouth, Wittig's pronoun is 'hypocrisy'.

They've been at odds from the start, and in a way they've been fighting for every disagreement.

Therefore, when he realized that everything in front of him was reality, he couldn't say a word.

Even, under his eyelids.

"It's you……"

After a while, he made a dry sound.

"Yes."

As for this, the man standing in the flames grinned.

"It's me, are you disappointed?"

"..."

Wittig then remained silent on the matter.

His current mood is very complicated, which cannot be explained by words like 'disappointment' at all.

But if I have to sum it up in words...

"Fortunately it's you."

Wittig spoke slowly.

Then, he closed his eyes.

"Fortunately it's you."

Perhaps, the relationship between them is not good.

But if you think about it carefully, it is because of the bad relationship that there are not so many troubles.

Although at the beginning, he felt that anyone was better than Studas.

But thinking about it now, it was because of Studus that the atmosphere between them did not seem so awkward.

If it was replaced by the weapon master or the princess who once trusted him and placed high hopes on him, then he would be at a loss.

Because now, he realizes that he wasn't ready at all.

"You are such a cheap person."

At this moment, Studus' voice echoed in his ears.

"How do you feel now?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Wittig closed his eyes involuntarily after hearing Studus' question that seemed to be asked on purpose.

Although he knew that Studus would never let go of any opportunity to ridicule him.

But this feeling is really not very good.

"Look at the way I look now, isn't it terrible?"

Not only was it terrible, it couldn't be worse than it is now.

As a fighter, he has lost his pride in physical fitness.

In the case that he can only sit in a wheelchair most of the time, his martial arts are of no use.

And more importantly, Wittig knew that with Studus' character, his eccentric attitude would not be so easy to end.

"So, has our great Excalibur Warrior found what he was after?"

"..."

This time, Wittig chose to remain silent.

This question is more troubling than before.

What was Wittig ever pursuing?

Everyone understands that what he pursues is a 'hero'.

In the beginning, when he started to travel around, he upheld this simple standard.

In his eyes, the criteria for a so-called hero are simple:

Power, Fame, Justice.

He wants to be famous, he aspires to be a powerful person, and he even more aspires to the unstained pure white justice.

However, such a thing does not actually exist.

People have seven emotions and six desires, and society has all kinds of intricate threads.

Even in the end, he himself was nothing more than a traitor to the Lord.

"No, maybe these things don't exist in this world at all."

Gritting his teeth, he whispered.

"No, it actually still exists. You had a good time when you traveled, didn't you?"

Studus said.

However, in Wittig's eyes, his words were full of irony.

"Just live in your own world and don't touch other things."

However, it seems that there is nothing wrong with this statement.

If he is still the silver snake warrior who walks alone with the sword and horse.

If he still maintains his previous style, traveling on this land, doing simple things like hoeing the strong and helping the weak.

Then he will not be exposed to these, and he can certainly uphold his own so-called justice living in his own world.

but……

"That kind of thing is nothing but self-deception."

Although cruel, Wittig eventually denied this.

Everything he has insisted on has been completely rejected by himself.

It's like the initial fledgling mood or something is completely negated by the ego.

"And now, my business is not important, Studus."

Wittig clenched his fists.

He wanted to get up, but found that he had no strength at all.

After several attempts, he finally fell to the ground.

But the head is still desperately raised:

"Save them, the eastern defense cannot collapse."

"If this is the case... don't worry, no matter what, I brought reinforcements."

"..."

After hearing Studus' words, Wittig finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His head was suddenly a little tired, so he couldn't help knocking on the ground.

"That's good."

"Stand up."

But before he could relax for a long time, Studus' voice came from his ear again.

"So, what about you?"

"what?"