Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

The proclamation sent out to all the nobles across the kingdom from Maclaine had a significant impact. Even the nobles who were still in disbelief now became certain of the impending war, and the smaller nobles who had been gathering reactively to the king’s declaration of treason faltered in their actions. Ultimately, the majority of the nobles, except those recently appointed by the king, chose to observe the civil war from the sidelines.

“We apologize for not having the capacity to help.”

One by one, the nobles came up with similar excuses. Unable to predict the future, they refused to gamble at all. Neither the king nor Logan rebuked their indecisive behavior immediately. After all, everyone knew that the true protagonists of this war would be the Esperanza and Maclaine households. Indeed, as soon as all the manpower gathered in front of the royal castle, the Sword Master announced the march on Maclaine Town. The advance was direct without any apparent schemes or tactics, indicating either a reflection of his nature or a desire not to prolong the war.

“End everything with one turn.”

This single sentence sent by a messenger, rather than by magical communication, clearly conveyed its meaning. Logan, observing the straightforward and honest handwriting that seemed to reflect his mentor’s firm nature, sighed softly. However, both sides preferred a quick end to the conflict. Given the Sword Master’s character, he wouldn’t resort to underhanded methods either.

“Convey my compliance to His Majesty.”

“…Understood.”

Was the readily given response surprising? Accompanied by a slightly delayed acknowledgment, the messenger bowed and swiftly departed. The next day, Logan publicly announced his departure for war.

That night, since the declaration of war, Padric, who had been observing his son with concern, visited Logan’s room.

“Logan, are you in there?”

– Yes. Please come in.

The door creaked open, revealing his son rising from the bed. Although dressed in pajamas, his glowing eyes showed no sign of sleep.

Within that stare, Padric felt anew the troubles burdening his son.

“…Are you really going to be alright?”

An abrupt question emerged out of concern, lacking both a subject and object.

His son responded with a bitter smile.

“I am simply doing what must be done. The king is clearly on the wrong path.”

“Yes, that’s true. But, it’s not the king you’ll have to fight tomorrow, it’s your Sword Master.”

“I am aware. And I have thought through enough countermeasures.”

Padric, seeing his son’s hesitation, grew more concerned.

“I’m not asking about your strategy. I’m asking if you can truly face your Sword Master and draw your sword against him.”

To this, Logan replied with a calm voice.

“…It’s something that must be done.”

“Do you mean you can do it?”

“…Yes.”

Though his response was slightly delayed, Padric took his son’s word, having nothing further to say.

After watching his son with lingering concern, Padric could only pat his shoulder and leave.

“Alright. I will trust you.”

The door closed with a creak, leaving Logan alone with a quiet sigh. In the space that his father vacated, the cup of tea that Eileen had left on a visit earlier now sat.

– Stay strong.

The situation was as consoling as it was ironically laughable.

‘I’ve caused worry during this critical time.’

His mental strain had evidently shown, causing those around him to react. He wondered how much of an impact his demeanor had on the morale of his troops. It was a foolish display of weakness.

Yet, knowing this, the weight in his chest didn’t lift easily.

‘Master…’

Tomorrow, he had to fight against the very person who nurtured their relationship through trade, guidance, and firm support, becoming his unwavering advocate.

‘There’s no turning back now.’

He had to fight.

And he had to win.

Reaffirming his resolve, Logan let out a deep breath.

“There are things we must do, even if we don’t want to.”

In the empty room, his voice carried heavy conviction.

* * *

Prolonged trumpet blasts signaled for the assembled troops to advance. Only days ago, the townsfolk of the Maclaine estate, trembling with unease, now found some reassurance as they witnessed the robust form of the Maclaine forces marching forward. Despite their rigid expressions and anxious chatter.

“Are we really going to attack the royal castle?”

“To fight against the kingdom’s top swordsman too?”

“Could this lead to a disaster?”

The murmurs of declining morale were interrupted by more defiant voices.