After the battle ended, Alon, accompanied by Eliza and Edmund, walked around the slaughter that happened in the middle, with corpses of goblins and ork in a huge area of destroyed trees and craters. Fortunately, no soldier was killed in the confrontation; they met up with the platoon leaders after passing the scene.

But Alon was taken back by the sight of a Velvent soldier on their knees, surrounded by the platoon leaders that were asking questions about what he was doing there. Coming closer to the group, he pulled his rifle armed and shot the soldiers, making everyone turn around, and the surrounding soldiers focused their attention on the captain.

‘I don’t need to remind anyone that if anyone sees a Velvent soldier, report and shoot to kill, not on that order, specifically, no witness a side from civilians trapped on the fortress.’ Alon pulled back the bolt on his rifle, preparing to shoot again before resting it.

Eliza covered her mouth in shock after seeing Alon shoot the man in cold blood. Edmund, on the other hand, was completely indifferent toward the action but looked at the healer with concern.

‘This is war, Eliza; they can’t know what we have; the ones we rescue are going to be grateful, or if they talk about someone important. Who will believe them? But I understand your feeling.’ Edmund put a hand on her shoulder.

Alon looks back for a moment at Eliza being comforted by Edmund and returns his attention to the platoon leaders in front of him.

‘We just thought that he had useful information about the fortress or the movement of their forces in the forest.’ The younger brown-eyed Chatzi saluted Alon.

‘Well, I can expect this from you, Calb; you are still young, but not from everyone else. The information is that they can be here, that they do have troops on the other side of the border; we know where the fortress is and that is why you should kill any of them on sight.’ Alon raised his voice.

As soon as he stopped talking, all of the platoon leaders that weren’t already doing a salute like before covered their mouths with a closed fist. Eliza had never seen this but was curious on how it was similar to the salute people recently to Ariadne and even to herself sometimes, the difference being that they closed their eyes and lowered their heads.

‘Do you understand?’ Alon Shouted.

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‘Sir, yes, sir!!!’ They all spoke in unison.

‘Now return to your positions; we still have some ground to cover.’ He walked past them.

As Edmund and Eliza passed their heads, the rumblings of their conversations on their radios, giving orders to the squads, Alon finally got to where he really wanted to go, the makeshift medical camp for the wounded.

‘They need my help; let me pass.’ Eliza ran ahead.

‘Calm down; they aren’t going anywhere.’ Edmund followed her while giving a smile to Alon.

At this point, the captain already had plenty of experience with the white-haired young man and his personality; he only smiled back at him and continued to walk toward the camp. There Eliza began to treat the wounded; the majority of them had nothing more than light wounds. Her little show made the ones that she already treated, the ones that were waiting, and the combat medics start to pray as the wounds of another one were cured under the light of her hands.

‘The ones that are fine, go back to your squads; this is not a religious pilgrimage.’ He spoke loudly.

But right after, he turned to Eliza, closed his eyes, and made a religious salute to her for a moment before helping another soldier to get up.

‘Angel-6, this is Angel-5; we have contact to the right, a small group, over.’ The blue-eyed Shafran stopped and looked around.

'Undestood, Angel-5, keep me informed if the situation worsens, Angel-6 out.’ Alon helped another soldier get up.

After healing the last one that had a sprangled ankle, she smiled at him. Edmund was by her side and helped the soldier get up and gave him a pat in the back. The soldier thanked her and asked on the radio for the location of his squad before leaving.

‘Ok, let’s move.’ Alon spoke as he started to walk forward.

Alon’s company continued with their formation, but the encounters were asparced, with no much more than five monsters; they even encountered a group of Velvent soldiers on the far left of the formation.

‘Angel-6, this is Angel-4; we have eliminated a group of Velvent soldiers, over.’ The blond A-Dam was using his rifle to poke the body of a Velvent soldier.

‘Good job, Angel-4; keep it up, Angel-6 out.’ Alon stroked his chin while walking.

Eliza was again taken back by his words; her expression changed, and the feeling of loss filled her heart. Edmund noticed her change and came closer to her.

‘In some years they will be under the duchess rule so we don’t have to kill them anymore; they will be killing others instead, smile Eliza.’ Edmund chuckled.

‘Ok, Edmund, I get it.’ She sigh.

The soldiers around them laughed, including Alon. She opened a smile and shook her head as they walked forward until Bartel’s voice came from the captain's radio.

‘Angel-6, this is Angel-3; we are seeing the fortress and it is much larger than reported, over.' Bartel is using a spyglass to look at it.

‘Understood, Angel-3, continue to observe and report immediately if anything changes; don’t do anything rash, over.’ Alon scratched the back of his head.

‘Ok, we are going to take position here, Angel-3 out.’ Bartel signals his squads to spread out.

Alon looks back at Eliza and Edmund for a moment and clenches his fist. He was doubtful of the circumstances, but that was the mission, and the fact that Eliza and Edmund were there with him made him remember the duchess words after the last incident.

‘Angel-6 to all units; we found the enemy fortress; execute the first stage of the operation, Angel-6 out.’ Alon continued to walk.