My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank
Chapter 393 - 137. My daughter, when you were born, the entire forest of Gramo Island was whispering..._1

Chapter 393: 137. My daughter, when you were born, the entire forest of Gramo Island was whispering..._1

Meanwhile, in Transylvania, events of great importance were unfolding even as the student party and Sister Pomegranate and her little boss were accepting Wumeioge’s invitation to meet offline.

These important events were not happening near Cardman City, which had quickly established order, but at a place that had a special connection with Murphy.

Morlan village.

At the Witch Hunter’s temporary camp, the dozen or so witch hunters who had survived the battle against Salockdale had finished all their preparations for the journey. They were to rendezvous with Major Fraser under the cover of darkness the next night, escort him out of Transylvania, and return to the Pioneer Fortress in East Prussia.

This journey marked the end of the Witch Hunters’ recent troubles in Transylvania.

But the atmosphere in the camp was not cheerful, it was heavy.

In the past decade, the denizens of the Witch Hunter’s community had suffered too many hardships, witnessed too many deaths and goodbyes, but this time it was uniquely painful.

They had lost their White Oak Leader, their last leader since the old religion’s collapse had left them.

For the downcast White Oak Battle Group, it was as if the sky had fallen, and worst of all, Knight Finoc’s chosen heir was fully immersed in serious mental exhaustion.

The most tragic part was that Captain Natalie didn’t have a magical uncle to help her untangle her mental strife.

The scout Ambo came over with a meal in her hands, but upon seeing Norman and Porter, two old soldiers looking worried by the door, she knew something was wrong.

Ambo glanced at the untouched meal that had been left outside the door since morning.

Shielding her eyes, she sighed lightly and asked softly,

"Does the Captain still not respond?"

"Yeah, just like a corpse."

The coarse one-armed soldier Porter spoke with the familiar accent of Zuan, revealing his nervousness. As an old soldier who didn’t attend much school, he struggled to find comforting words to say.

He said,

"Should we break in and drag her out? She just sits there hugging that sword, not eating or sleeping, silent since she woke up, like she’s lost sense."

"Weren’t you the same when your dad died?"

The old soldier Norman, adorning a mask, scolded in a hoarse voice,

"Give her some time. Little Natalie is a strong warrior. The old leader also gave her duty. I believe she will recover.

Ambo, what do the others think?"

Norman looked at the last surviving member of his scout squad.

The Scout placed the dinner in her hand aside, glanced at the perimeter, and whispered,

"Everyone has no issues with Natalie becoming the new leader of the battle group, except for a few who think Natalie is not strong enough. However, everyone respects Sir Finoc’s judgment. Moreover, Natalie is indeed the person who was prophesied by the elders of Gramo.

What worries me now isn’t our side, but the people in the Pioneer Fortress.

I believe they all have great loyalty to Sir Finoc, but Natalie has almost no credibility among them. We are left with just a bit over 1400 people.

If we don’t handle this situation well, I’m afraid the White Oak Battle Group, after enduring ten years of...

Sigh."

"Speaking about it now is useless."

The irascible old soldier Porter flexed his fingers, saying,

"Natalie’s problem is the most important. She must recover immediately!"

"You should speak less."

Old soldier Norman gestured, glancing at the tightly closed door, he said,

"By tonight! If she’s still not back, then we’re going to take action."

"Alright."

The other two nodded, Norman indeed held some influence among them.

But their conversation was not hidden from Natalie·Finoc·Lawson inside the room.

As a Black Iron Rank witch hunter, Natalie does not possess particularly impressive power. But as the daughter of a Golden Knight and a silver saint, her potential and talent far exceed that of ordinary people, and the degree of favor granted to her by Natural Psychic Power is naturally more substantial than others.

She hasn’t begun the Silver Trial yet, not because she can’t.

But because she understood the emphasis of the Black Iron Rank stage of power well, she would rather spend more time refining her foundation to perfection.

Her many years of war crafted her spirit and personality to be resilient among her peers. Although her life goal was somewhat confused, she was indeed an excellent warrior.

But now, after the death of her group leader and father, this strong lady had also fallen into a state of emotional distress.

She had a poor relationship with her father.

Even in daily interactions, she would not call him father but treated him as her superior, learning from him without any personal feelings involved.

She thought that Old Finoc’s fate had nothing to do with her, but when death came so vividly, she realized that she didn’t lack the yearning for father-daughter affection. Rather, she was just not ready for it.

But now, in an unexpected moment, she had lost everything as she had hoped, and the last person related to her bloodline had disappeared from her life, making her a true ’lonely woman’.

In the dim room, the pallid and spiritless Natalie hugged her oak holy blade "Watcher".

This was the last thing her father left her.

But strictly speaking, the grand oak holy blade did not belong to old Finoc.