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Chapter 29: Unexpected Conversations

Daly was a little curious.

He didn't notice anything before, but he didn't know when, a soldier stood not far from him.

Unlike other busy people, he just stood there, his eyes seemed to be looking around, but finally looked into the distance.

This behavior is very different from his colleagues, and he seems to have something on his mind.

And when he came back to himself, he had already stopped calling him.

In fact, Daly didn't know why he did it.

Perhaps as a prince, he wanted to listen to the thoughts of his subjects.

Or maybe it was because the previous conversation with his father had made him heave a sigh of relief, so he wanted to chat with someone casually.

But no matter what the reason was, he finally stopped the soldier who didn't seem to have any abnormalities.

However, even though Daly thought he was kind enough, the soldier still stuttered.

"I, I, I'm just, just over there..."

Couldn't even say a word.

But just when Daly was about to say something, the soldier lowered his head directly.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm just a little nervous."

But after his apology, Daly was a little confused.

His Royal Highness opened his mouth several times, as if he wanted to say something, but finally shook his head.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong either."

He reached out and patted his shoulder.

At this moment, Daly couldn't help but feel an inexplicable strangeness in his heart.

How to describe it?

It should be said that it is a little uncomfortable.

He really wanted to ignore the identities between the two parties, but what the soldier said quickly brought him back to reality—he was still the prince of Norway after all.

This identity was already doomed from the moment he was born, because at that time, all the power struggles within the Kingdom of Norway had been settled, and his father became the king of Norway.

The identity of the prince?

The rights and obligations of the royal family?

victory?

war?

Perhaps it was because he had only talked with his father before, Daly couldn't control his thoughts for a while, and thought about a lot of things.

The things lingering in his mind made him feel a little powerless and tired, and at the same time, an inexplicable dissatisfaction welled up in his heart.

Although he himself didn't understand why for a while, but now, he is indeed a little angry.

"Your Highness?"

At this time, it may be because he didn't control his expression well, which made the soldier look puzzled.

"Are you all right?"

"I am fine."

After recovering quickly, Daly shook his head again.

He just laughed.

"I'm just curious, what were you thinking before."

"Me? I was thinking about the siege before..."

Although he seemed a little hesitant, the soldier still spoke out what was in his heart.

And upon hearing this, the smile on Daly's face disappeared instantly.

"Before attacking the city..."

He subconsciously turned his gaze to a certain place, and with his eyesight, he could vaguely see a part that once belonged to the Giant Bear City, but it was already in ruins now.

"You seemed to be looking at that place before?"

"Ah."

"Then if you don't mind, can you tell me what you think?"

"Can you really say that?"

From the face of the young soldier, Daly saw a hint of bewilderment.

And this couldn't help but make Daly's heart even heavier.

"Of course, just say what you want."

"You...don't blame me for this?"

After all, he is an ordinary soldier, no matter in terms of status or status, he is far inferior to a prince like Daly.

If he is convicted of a gaffe, no one can save him.

That's how little people live.

Although they have their own ideas, they have no way to express their ideas because of various things.

Thinking of this, Daly couldn't help pursing his lips:

"I won't blame you."

His Royal Highness said so.

"I just want to hear your thoughts."

Hearing this, the young soldier was relieved.

He seemed to want to touch his head, but when he reached out, he touched his helmet.

It seemed awkward to him, so he put his hand down quickly.

"Don't be nervous."

After seeing this scene, Daly couldn't help but speak.

"Relax."

"Um……"

As if sensing the kindness expressed by His Royal Highness, he really took a deep breath as His Highness said.

"I just kind of... don't know what to do."

The young soldier whispered.

"Some time ago, we seemed to have been confronted and stalemate with Gitland, and then His Majesty's berserker broke everything, and we won the victory... I thought this should be a happy thing, but I But not happy."

"..."

Daly didn't respond directly, he just listened quietly.

"I always feel that I am not normal. It should be a good thing to win a battle. His Majesty promised us that we will have rewards and wealth, and we can even be promoted if we perform well on the battlefield, but I can't stop it. I'm thinking about..."

"What are you thinking about?"

Finally, maybe because he couldn't restrain a certain emotion in his heart, Daly finally couldn't help asking.

"I'm wondering what to do with the people who live here."

"..."

Hearing this, Daly closed his eyes.

He felt that he shouldn't have asked, because he already understood what the soldier was worried about.

Those residents who live here...

"That day, His Majesty the King broke through the city gate, and I could hear that wailing sound, one after another, and those berserkers rushed into the city, and never came back..."

Maybe it was a little emotional, but in the end, the young soldier couldn't utter any complete sentences, so he fell silent.

And after a few minutes of silence and deep breathing, the young man smiled wryly.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness, my thoughts are really strange. I'm obviously in the middle of a war, so I shouldn't be soft-hearted no matter what..."

"No, that's actually normal."

In the end, what caught the soldiers' eyes was the serious expression of His Highness the Prince.

He wasn't joking, and he wasn't fishing there. He seemed to be speaking from the bottom of his heart.

"I will be happy, painful, and sympathetic, but unfortunately, as you said, these things cannot be tolerated during the war, because if the father... His Majesty the King does not have these means, then we will pay more Casualties are not conducive to the development of the war."

"Then why are we waging war again?"

"..."

After hearing what the soldier said, Daly couldn't help closing his eyes.

He actually thought a lot about it.

Even, in his capacity, it is okay to directly refuse to answer.

But in the end, he shook his head.

"Because there is no retreat, in fact, this battle will come anyway."

Then, Daly put his hand on the soldier's shoulder.

"However, you don't have to be ashamed of your feelings. In this world, kindness and compassion are precious virtues."

Chapter 30: Kindness Without Action

Thus ended the conversation between the prince and the soldier.

The two sides seem to have said a lot, but it seems that nothing has been said.

After listening to the voice of the young soldier in his eyes, Daly suddenly had no idea to speak.

Probably because the words the young soldier said fit his heart, he always felt that he had got the answer he wanted.

No, that's not really an answer at all, exactly.

In fact, what Daly really wanted was that kind of 'resonance', and his own thoughts in his heart were similar to this young soldier.

And therefore, he will not feel alone.

It's just that now, he doesn't know how to comfort this ordinary soldier who also seems to be helpless.

"If you can, don't give up on this idea of ​​yours. Even though it may seem disturbing and painful, it is a symbol of morality in the heart."

After hesitating for a moment, he said these words.

"Your Highness..."

"Okay, go about your own business."

After patting the young soldier's shoulder lightly, His Royal Highness turned around and left.

Perhaps because he subconsciously believed that Gitland would not bypass the nearby Norwegian Vanguard and stuff spies into the border camps, and he didn't even ask too much about the regiment the soldier belonged to.