Son of the Hero King

Standing in a tent, Dawn was watching the nuns come and go as they healed and provided help to the warrior whose blessings had vanished.

Even though they were called “undead”, they were nothing more than humans gifted with something akin to super regeneration thanks to her power.

There was a limit to how many people at the same time could receive it and how strong the blessing was.

Even so, this still allowed her to grant salvation to humans who would have been nothing but cannon fodder.

‘My power is slowly recovering.’

Obviously, there was no way the feeble power of Castitas would allow for such a powerful miracle.

Aurora or rather, Dawn, simply mixed the power of the Dawn and Sun with the power of healing from Castitas.

As long as they fought under the sun, they would not feel hunger, or fatigue, they would not fall prey to fear nor hesitate in combat. Finally, their wounds will always heal.

Thanks to all of this, the result was even more impressive than she thought and the human army managed to take back the upper hand.

But this wouldn’t last or rather — She didn’t want to make it last.

‘We need to retreat and bring them deeper in. While keeping casualties to a minimum. How overbearing.’

This wasn’t her plan in the first place. Her job was just to keep more people alive and slowly induce Wratharis.

While she had no interest in the victory or defeat of Lustburg, she had always been serious about a job once it was given to her.

‘Though it seems like Father has his own opinion.’

Clearly, Sol was preparing a very big move and wished to pull in as many soldiers as possible.

For this, they needed to lose slowly but not too much.

‘Well. I am just doing my job.’

Those moments reminded her of the time when she fought alongside her Father. She had always been the one to keep track of everything and her power were suited for this kind of support.

‘Oh well…I simply wonder if any of them is going to appear and — Should I warn him?’

Aurora bites her lips. She was now at a crossroads and her decision would say whether she would become Sol’s friend or enemy.

This was a very important choice for her. But she couldn’t help but think.

— I still have some time.

A little more, just a little more.

“Saintess?”

“Hum?”

Dawn was pulled from her reverie as she faced the young man wearing a complete white armor.

“White Knight.”

The young man took away the helmet and showed his rather handsome face but clear exhaustion could be seen in his eyes;

“The Paladin managed to push back the attack this time. But Wratharis is getting desperate. Soon, there will be a huge attack.”

“I know. My divine power is dwindling and our wounded are increasing, I believe it’s time to start retreating.”

“Saintess.”

She raised a hand to stop him and showed a gentle smile, her eyes filled with sadness as if this was a very hard decision for her.

“I received orders from his highness. He believes the lives of the soldiers and citizens of Lustburg should not be wasted. This font is not primordial for our defenses so we must retreat.”

Of course, she was lying or rather, she wasn’t really. She was simply omitting some information. The fact that Sol was using this entire war as more of a testing ground was something that couldn’t be allowed to become public knowledge.

Light bloomed from her and covered the paladin, melting away all fatigue from him as well as easing the pain of the wounded.

“Listen! I Aurora Castitas, swear! I will keep as many of you alive as possible such is my goal and duty.”

The moment the light bloomed, her aura fluctuated and sharply increased, becoming stronger and stronger.

Finally, it stopped and with it, the light vanished.

The white Knight looked at her with eyes filled with disbelief and a great amount of respect, before bowing slightly,

“Congratulations on advancing and becoming a Duke.”

Aurora smiled benevolently.

Indeed. She had “advanced” and the truth she seemingly used was something for the citizens.

How respectful and lovable.

After this her reputation was sure to increase even more and so would the crown.

'What a sneaky young man. he seems pretty good when it comes to propaganda.'

—

Achoo!

Back in Lustburg, Sol sneezed a little, something that should have been nearly impossible.

But he simply dismissed it and went back to work.

On his side was a large stack of documents that reached his head and gave him a headache simply by looking at them.

The worst was that this was the streamlined version after they went through Clara's hands.

The administration staff for war was going like a well-oiled machine but so many things were happening at the same time that he became too busy.

Today though, one particular thing was giving him a headache.

"Raise yourself, Duke Travers."

Duke Travers continued to kneel and wailed,

"Your Majesty! I have been serving as q Duke for Decades but even up to now, I have never seen the treasury dwindle so fast! We are going to be bankrupt! And everything is their fault!"

He pointed at the other people in the room with an aggravated look as if they were stealing from him.

"So…What do you have to say?"

Adam sighed and looked at the the three women who were standing on the side, Khali and Arachne had at least the decency to look slightly sorry.

As for Theresa, she grinned with her hands on her hips.

"You told me to go all out."

"I did."

"You told me to not worry about money."

"Indeed."

"Then — Why complain now?"

Sol laughed bitterly as he massaged his brow.

He was the one who gave a blank check to Theresa and gave her the go. Furthermore, he even added two more crazy.

"So. Since we are about to reach the bottom — I hope this wasn't all in vain"

"You won't be disappointed. We are ready for launch any time."

Theresa's grin widened and her eyes twinkled dangerously.

It was time for her name to be recorded in history once again.