My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 263 - 93. Are you planning to kill me? What a coincidence, I am planning the same thing oh [33/60]_3

Chapter 263: 93. Are you planning to kill me? What a coincidence, I am planning the same thing oh [33/60]_3

No one could have predicted that after that situation, things went downhill rapidly, the collapse of the Avalon Church blurred your fate and made me unable to see the direction of the future.

Yet, if the prophecy of the elders is still accurate, then Natalie, it means you have to fulfill your duty under increasingly difficult circumstances!

The church is gone, but the warriors remain.

I have tried my utmost to prevent them from sliding into darkness, yet there are still many who have embraced dangerous temptations after losing the protection of their faith.

Now only 1419 people, including myself, remain in the White Oak Battle Group, which is the last of the three ranger corps. We represent the last of the armed forces of the old church. You should prepare yourself mentally! If anything happens to me, then you will have to lead them and continue to protect them from the darkness."

Old Feinock finally voiced his worries.

In this chilling black night, he looked in the direction of the Golden Flower Kingdom and said to Natalie:

"General Loren is trustworthy. He is my friend, and I trust him. King Louis is a ruler of great talent, His pardon might be able to save us from our current predicament, but the king’s command cannot provide us with a new life.

I have been constantly searching for the final destination for us last witch hunters, but I can’t see anything beyond the fog of war.

Natalie.

I’m sorry, I’ve been unable to find us a way out.

Perhaps, this responsibility is yours to undertake..."

"Do not speak as if you are so close to death!"

Natalie finally interjected.

She interrupted the old knight’s words, saying:

"You have drunk from the Holy Grail in the Avalon stone array on Gram Island, You can live as long as an elf, you still have plenty of time to search for what you want!

Be it hope, or the end of our journey.

Time is so kind to you yet so cruel to others, and you seem to take pleasure in the indulgence of time. The passing of life is just a tragedy in your eyes, and only eternal servitude to your god is your only desire.

Even when our mother was on her deathbed, you were still fighting for your so-called duty of faith!

In your eyes, she and I were unimportant!

We have never been important to you!"

The Grey-haired Demon Hunting Princess finally let her emotions loose, she displayed an anger she hadn’t even shown when she was captured, tortured, and abused. She roared at the old knight sitting by the bonfire:

"The day the Avalon Church was denounced by the king for rebellion...

I thought you would come back, but you didn’t!

I was dragged out of Gram Island like a prisoner, and as a rookie, I was forced to join a war that had nothing to do with me. Six years later, after desperately fighting alongside my companions like wild beasts, did you reappear,

You suddenly showed up with that damned holy sword you found from somewhere, like a savior trying to pull us out of the mire of cannon fodder of war!

But you’ve aged!

Just as if time has stopped being kind to you.

You seemed to have returned from being an indifferent saint back to a troubled human being, but what good does that do? You don’t exist in my childhood memories, and my mother was still asking me to forgive you on her deathbed.

She said you have your difficulties!

What difficulties could you possibly have?

Your god abandoning you makes you suffer more than others? Can that suffering be compared to our mother waiting for you for thirty years, without even a single letter?

I know what you want me to do!

But you can stop dreaming!

I don’t have a father!

He died when I was three..."

The heavy breathing indicated the emotional state of the usually calm and restrained Natalie Finoc Lawson.

Being a witch hunter required her to be calm at all times, and such an emotional outburst was clearly harmful to her judgement and mental health. Years of training allowed her to quickly regain her composure and return to her efficient and silent demeanor.

She turned away to wipe her eyes, stood straight as the most outstanding soldier, and said loudly to the old knight:

"So, Battle Group Captain, I’ll get ready for tomorrow’s battle. My squad and I will surely complete the tasks you’ve assigned!"

After speaking, she turned and left, disappearing into the night.

The bonfire continued to burn.

The large oak blade that the old knight held was also unusually quiet, seemingly sympathizing with the terrible plight of its handler at that moment, but Old Feinock didn’t seem overly sad.

Perhaps he knew things would turn out this way.

"My God, if all these are trials you bestow upon us..."

He closed his eyes and whispered:

"I’ll continue to honor the oath of the Holy Grail and devote all of myself to you, praying that you will protect my poor daughter, just like how you protect me, so she can weather through the storm that’s about to come...

Ah, I’ve indeed grown old, and no longer possess the bravery from my youth. The light breeze before the storm is already too much for me to bear."