Chapter 49: Human Race (2)

"Mage, sir?"

Returning to the front lines after years, I couldn't hide my surprise at finding a soldier who remembered my face.

This soldier used to be a fanatic who'd swear to tear apart even demon children, but now he was docile in front of a demon. That was shocking.

I was also startled to see that his right arm, which had been fine years ago, was now gone.

Once upon a time, the Hero and I acted as a mobile unit, supporting various front lines.

Sometimes we'd stay at one front for a long time, and this Aber front was one of those.

Unsure of how to react to this unexpected reunion, I approached him with an awkward smile.

Touching where his right arm used to be, I spoke to the soldier who looked on the verge of tears.

"How did this happen?"

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