The Lord Is With You (1)

It was a familiar dream by now. A man's memory.

A flag symbolizing a legion fluttered above the tents. It was an army stationed on the plains. The exhausted and wounded soldiers stood out in particular. Their eyes held not even a shred of hope.

They looked like dried fish.

The moment he dismounted, a mocking voice rang out.

“Hey, look over there. The crows have arrived.”

“They’re the masters of running away, aren’t they?”

It should have been irritating, but the man’s expression did not change. He fastened the pitch-black cloak draped over his armor and walked forward without hesitation.

No soldier stopped the man. The same remained true until he entered the red military tent—the tent where the commander presumably stayed.

Inside sat a woman with a pallid complexion. He could not make out her features clearly. Only her eyes, steeped in exhaustion, remained etched in his mind.

“It’s been a long time, my lord.”...