Kieran wasn't a person who was good at compromising.
Even when he knew Broker's men had entered [Blade of the Daybreaker] ahead of time and gained a huge advantage, he didn't want to give up.
Kieran was always thinking about how to turn back the disadvantageous situation.
And before his eyes!
He seemed to have seen a glimmer of hope.
So, Kieran didn't mind giving it a try.
Glancing over Walloon and the few Burning Dawn soldiers, Kieran's palm shone with a white light and enveloped the few men around him.
Unlike the tenacious Dawn Force, [Holy Light Technique] was softer.
It also had the effect of slowly recovering HP.
Such an effect was naturally obvious.
Everyone who bathed in [Holy Light Technique] felt their tiredness swiftly vanish and their spirits were rejuvenated, especially the small wounds that were inflicted during the panic, they were recovering with exponential speed visible to the naked eye.
"Protection of Light?!"
Walloon, who once fought alongside the Grand Duke of Dawn, felt the familiar aura and the familiar scene, his eyes were brimming with warm tears.
He felt like he had returned to the time when he was young, looking at the majestic figure in the light.
Just like before his eyes …
It was exactly the same!
"M-My lord!"
As he muttered unconsciously, Walloon swiftly sobered up. He looked at Kieran and no one knew better than him what it meant.
"My lord, please follow me back to the camp.
They should know about this as well.
Under the light of the blazing flames, dawn has arrived!
Burning Dawn needs the blazing flames to expel the darkness, we need the dawn that brings light, not some ignorant fools! "
Walloon said excitedly.
The few Burning Dawn soldiers even knelt down on one knee.
They used their actions to express their determination.
Just like what Walloon said, Burning Dawn needed the leadership of the Burning Family and Dawn Family, not a general appointed by the imperial court.
They wanted to charge in the blazing flames and fight fearlessly under the light, not a bunch of lords who only knew how to fight for power.
Burning Dawn.
It was the largest garrison army near Supreme Road.
The name came from the ancestor of the Marquis of the Burning Family and the ancestor of the Grand Duke of the Dawn Family.
These two had formed the famous Burning Dawn Army.
Not only did he open up the Supreme Road and chase away countless bandits, but he also built military camps and outposts, as well as opened up residential areas. He even took over Golden City, which was originally independent, under his command.
The achievements of these two were enough to be written into two thick books.
On the opposite side was the royal family of Saint Cyanda.
Unknown to the public.
He was a nobody.
People only knew the Burning Marquis, the Grand Duke of Dawn.
The former respectfully addressed him as Lord.
The latter respectfully addressed him as Your Highness.
As for His Majesty?
Not many people knew.
However, Saint Cyanda V didn't care at all back then. In fact, he was very happy to do so. Not everyone was like Saint Cyanda V. After Saint Cyanda V passed away, Saint Cyanda VI ascended to the throne. Facing the old Burning Marquis and the Grand Duke of Dawn, His Majesty Saint Cyanda VI began his grand plans.
He succeeded. The Burning Marquis and the Grand Duke of Dawn returned to Dawn City.
He had succeeded. The bandits that had disappeared near Supreme Road had reappeared.
He had succeeded, and the City of Gold had turned against him in secret.
He had succeeded, and Burning Dawn was filled with a foul atmosphere.
He had succeeded. During a ball in the royal court, an assassin sent by Golden City took his life.
Then, Saint Cyanda VII inherited the throne.
Then, he maintained the vigilance of Saint Cyanda VI against Burning Dawn.
Saint Cyanda VII was gentler than Saint Cyanda VI but not as broad-minded as Saint Cyanda VI. He didn't want Burning Dawn to go out of control again.
He ordered an attack on Golden City.
Three times!
Three consecutive failures caused Burning Dawn to suffer heavy losses. The brand of Burning and Dawn within Burning Dawn vanished.
At least, that was how it looked on the surface.
But deep down, as long as Burning Dawn continued to use Burning and Dawn, the brand wouldn't vanish.
Because all the soldiers who joined Burning Dawn would ask about the meaning of Burning and Dawn.
Because all the veterans would tell the new recruits about the greatness of Burning and Dawn.
Even though …
A hundred years passed.
But!
The 'soul' didn't change.
The 'legacy' still existed.
They were waiting in silence.
They were holding on in silence.
Waiting for the return of those who left.
Holding on to the lost glory.
Now, their time had come.
Kieran glanced over Walloon and the few soldiers.
The result was much better than he had imagined.
It wasn't hard to imagine the atmosphere in Burning Dawn.
Kieran never would have thought that after a hundred years, the 'essence' of Burning Dawn didn't vanish. They still remembered the vows and promises from before.
A hundred years.
It was enough for the sea to turn into mulberry fields.
It was enough for a few lives.
It was hard for him to imagine how these people managed to hold on until now.
"Burning Dawn eh?
Burning Marquis, Grand Duke of Dawn … "
Kieran muttered softly.
For the first time, he had a slight interest in his ancestor in name and his good friend.
However, Kieran didn't let Walloon and the soldiers wait for long.
"I did come back to the camp with you guys — Burning Dawn, I really want to see what it looks like.
But, we need to bury them. "
Kieran then looked at the bodies all over the outpost post.
They were tortured when they were alive.
They didn't get peace after death.
Then, they should at least be given a decent burial.
Gregori's abilities were too suitable for a proper burial.
The ground trembled slightly, and holes appeared one after another. The corpses were placed neatly into the holes.
But there were too many that couldn't be pieced together.
All they could do was try their best.
Kieran carefully placed the broken limbs beside the bodies and helped them tidy up their appearance.
His actions were meticulous, there wasn't any disgust or contempt.
It wasn't an act but Kieran thought these native soldiers were stationed around Supreme Road when they were alive, blocking the bandits for the civilians, so they should be treated with respect after death.
It wasn't easy to differentiate the fake from the real.
However, there was an essential difference.
Walloon and the soldiers looked at Kieran's expression and actions, the respect in their eyes grew denser.
Even the female hunter's gaze at Kieran changed.
However, Evie Dan felt like there was a blade at her back.
When she turned around, she noticed Sharly was staring at her.
Evie Dan frowned and didn't care about Sharly.
Given their relationship, there wasn't a need to communicate.
Even if they had to communicate, it would be at the level of 'you stab me, I stab you'.
"I told you, I'll keep a close eye on you!
And … "
"Stay away from 2567, you motherf * cker!"
Sharly said.
The latter part of her sentence was mixed with some slang but without asking, Evie Dan knew it wasn't anything nice.
Evie Dan wanted to retort with sarcasm.
But before she could say anything, Yiwei Dan suddenly thought of something and immediately smiled.
"You said stay away from 2567?
Why should I listen to you?
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