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The village chief sighed softly, his gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of time and space, returning to that distant and glorious era. He murmured, "Today, few people still remember the name of the House of Heraldry, but in my youth, it was the greatest pride on Asra Planet. Your family's name is an enduring symbol in every Asra's heart, representing supreme glory and unwavering dignity."
Upon hearing these words, Edric was instantly overwhelmed with pain and indignation. His fingers trembled slightly, clearly deeply moved by the emotions. He snorted coldly, his expression becoming cold and closed off. His voice carried a deep sting as he sharply said, "Asra star is now nothing but a desolate land forgotten by the empire, where not even a decent war takes place. The sacrifices and dedication of our family now seem completely futile. Our existence is nothing but a joke on this forgotten planet."
Edric's gaze pierced through the window, looking at the secluded planet outside. His heart was filled with confusion and doubt, not understanding if he, his family, and their mission had any value in this universe. He clenched his fists, nails digging deep into his flesh, seemingly trying to offset the pain in his heart in this way.
The sky outside the window grew darker, the wind moved the curtains, and the atmosphere in the room became oppressive and heavy. Edric's figure appeared somewhat lonely and lost next to the window, his eyes filled with unprecedented conflict and struggle.
Edric felt his heart being torn apart, as if every word was dug out from his painful heart. His breath became rapid, each inhale carrying his resentment and anger. His intense emotions made it almost impossible for him to control himself; he felt like a raging storm, letting pain and anger rampage in his heart.
He roared furiously, "Without any war, the House of Heraldry is no longer called upon by the emperor. Without the existence of war, the House of Heraldry is nothing but a joke! A ridiculous, forgotten joke!" His voice echoed in the small room, as if every corner was filled with his anger.
His eyes were filled with wild flames, and his hands unconsciously beat against the edge of the bed, each strike accelerating his heartbeat. As he struck, he shouted, "To the emperor, we are just mercenaries! When needed, they call upon us to open the knight empire and support the front lines. And now? When we are no longer needed, we are discarded! Damn it!" His voice grew sharper, as if he wanted to pour out all the bitterness in his heart.
His body trembled involuntarily, and a pained expression appeared on his face. He couldn't believe that the glory and honor of their House of Heraldry had ultimately resulted in this. He couldn't accept that their family's sacrifices and efforts had ultimately led to such neglect and indifference.
The village chief stood in front of him, and he could feel the pain and despair in Edric's heart. He wanted to comfort him, but he knew he couldn't understand the pain and struggle in Edric's heart. He could only stand quietly in place, watching Edric's breakdown, watching the shattered image of his once great family in his eyes.
Finally, Edric sat back on the bed, exhausted and powerless. His gaze was empty, his expression numb. His heart was filled with Chao'X and confusion. He didn't know where his future was headed, he didn't know if his family, his mission, and himself still had any value. On this forgotten planet, he felt like a forsaken soul, with nowhere to go and no one to rely on.
Edric's fingers tightly gripped the edge of the bed, his palms damp, and the veins on the back of his hand pulsating, symbolizing the turmoil within him. The anger and resentment on his face seemed like indelible scars, depicting the torment of his soul. However, after a brief storm, his expression suddenly became indifferent, like the lake in winter, cold and profound.
He laughed at himself, his tone filled with a sense of indifferent loss: "It's fine! Without war, there's no need for empire knights anymore. The fate of our family ends here." The weariness and helplessness in his tone were like a vast black hole, swallowing all his passion and expectations.
He turned his head slowly, looking at the picturesque scenery outside the window. The light in his eyes seemed to dissipate with his words. His voice became low, as if speaking to the scenery outside: "Perhaps, this is fate."
The words of village elder pierced Edric's heart. He gently walked to Edric's side, placing his hand on his shoulder, as if trying to convey some comfort and encouragement.
In the eyes of the village elder, a hint of deep reminiscence flashed, and he slowly began to speak: "You know, when I was very young, I saw the scene of the imperial knight armor standing on the earth for the first time. It was a sunny day, the sky was deep blue, and the white clouds were leisurely. When that huge mecha appeared in our sight, its metal armor was shining in the sunlight, and at that moment, the whole world seemed to freeze. The children in our village looked at it, their eyes filled with awe and dreams. At that time, my friends and I in the village would discuss that one day we would also sit in that mecha and feel its unparalleled power and glory..." village elder's voice became low and excited, as if his eyes crossed through time and space, back to that age full of dreams and hope.
He paused for a moment, seemingly gathering his emotions, and then continued, "What was it called again?"
Edric couldn't help but feel a little moved, his voice trembling slightly, "It's Archangel."
The words of the village elder seemed to touch a soft spot deep within him, the glory and hope of his family, a mark that could never be erased from his heart. He knew that no matter how cruel the present reality was, those beautiful memories and expectations would always be the warmth and strength in his heart.
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