The Hero in Exile

"How long will it take for the orcs' reinforcements to arrive?"

"Report to Grand Duke Brunson, they will be here in one day."

"That's good, that's good. By the way, if they come, give this thing to them."

"As you wish, Grand Duke."

The confidant walked out with the secret scroll handed over by Brunson.

Brunson looked at the opponent's military information with some anxiety. In order to completely control the Lionheart in his own hands in recent years, he did not have many troops under his command due to the purge.

Only when the orcs arrived did they have the advantage in numbers, but the quality of the opponent's equipment and personnel were not on the same level.

Their paladins are all war machines trained from childhood, and the rest of the ordinary soldiers are a group of lunatics who are not afraid of death for the sake of the church.

The coming of angels only makes them more fanatical. They even think that after death they will go to the Goddess of Light and continue to be her warriors.

"What a bunch of lunatics! If we could really go to that heaven, would the bright bitch just send down a few angels?"

"Old man."

"Bushir? Why are you here?"

Brunson had someone take her to the rear of the Demon Empire to prevent her from suffering from the war, especially if something unexpected happened. How would he face his wife in the future?

Bushier was somewhat disdainful, and there was even some blame in his eyes when he looked at Brunson.

"I will stay and fight with you. I am also a brave warrior."

"I'm not asking you to be a deserter. If you go to the demon tribe, you can follow the expeditionary force behind to help us."

“I’m an old man who won’t leave.”

Snapped!

Bushier felt the burning pain on his face and looked at his father who had always indulged him in disbelief.

She thought her father would be disappointed or angry, but what she saw was a calm expression.

"It seems that I have been too tolerant of you. There is no room for negotiation on this matter. This is an order to Bushir soldiers. I order you to go to the Demon Empire to preserve the manpower. You must not return before receiving orders!"

"Yes, Lord Brunson."

Bushier walked out in a daze, picking up the one-handed sword in the corner.

Two guards were already waiting outside the door.

"Miss, please come with us. The Grand Duke asked us to take you to the ship of the Demon Empire. It will set sail tonight. Please come with us, Miss."

Bushier looked at the two guards in silence. He was very familiar with them. They had served his father for decades. It was not an exaggeration for him to call them uncles.

They usually get along very well and never treat each other as subordinates.

But now they just followed Brunson's orders with expressionless faces.

Bushehr wasn't hopeful either.

The guards led Bushier to the dock one after another.

As they were about to arrive at the dock, one of the girls couldn't bear it and tried to comfort the girl who had seen her grow up sad.

"My lady, please don't be angry with Grand Duke Brunson. He did this for your safety. You are the heir of the family. I hope you can understand his good intentions."

"Yes, young lady, war is not a small matter. We can't leave this kind of thing to our generation."

By the time we finished speaking, we had already arrived at the dock, and the sailboat had been waiting there for a long time.

"I won't blame my father, and thank you for helping me tell my father that I'm not a child anymore."

After saying that, he got on the boat without looking back.

On the boat, Bushier entered a room at random, locked himself in, knocked on the door, and put the food at the door.

No one had any objection when they thought that she was Brunson's daughter.

……

"Did Bushier really say that?"

“We convey it truthfully.”

"You are worthy of being my daughter, Brunson. Go back to your work. And thank you for serving our family for so long."

"It's an honor for us."

After the two men left, Brunson opened the drawer.

Taking out a small dusty photo frame, the tough man carefully blew away and wiped off the dust.

Above is my young self, Bushier as a child, and the beautiful woman.

"Dear, I hope you don't blame me for beating our daughter, but it would be nice if you were still here."

"Alas, the situation is not optimistic now, but fortunately I am alive to accompany my daughter. It is not a loss to accompany you if something happens."

Brunson put the photo frame back, took out his treasured wine from the cabinet, filled a glass and drank it in big gulps.

The wine splashed all over his beard.

Brunson raised his glass.

"For Lionheart."