Chapter 243: Fractures_5

"War has never been about any historical grievances, it's merely a continuation of current politics... and the latter has always been about solving present issues."

The carriage fell into a dead silence.

Sirron's eyes slightly narrowed, while Morria thoughtfully opened a new parchment, eyes excitedly probing.

"What do you think he means?"

Balrog let out a bitter laugh.

"If it were any other time, I would just think he was chit-chatting... but at that moment, I suddenly had a ominous feeling. Could he be hinting at Seldo Port's fate? Was he hoping to pull me onto his carriage? Perhaps I shouldn't speculate like this, but afterward, he sent me to the front line. During ordinary times, that would indeed be a chance to earn merits. Yet thinking back on it, I always felt he hoped I'd die there."

"You're still alive," Sirron softly reminded.

Balrog nodded in silence, speaking in a probing tone.