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86 reviewsvery few young men among them. Although the majority of them were
middle-aged or elderly, most of them seemed to be lacking experience.
Honestly, they looked like a band of greenhorns. It was like they had
the basics drilled into them and that was it. They were completely
unaware of how it felt to hold a real weapon. Unaware of what it meant
to stand on an actual battlefield. I guess the most appropriate term
would be “militia.”
In my past life as a hero, I saw people like this all the time. They
were usually some kingdom’s desperate attempt at scrounging up some
semblance of military strength when they were on the cusp of folding at
the hands of the demonic kingdom. Men with zero battle experience
were suddenly conscripted into units and thrown out onto the front
lines. Not only had I fought alongside men like this in the past, I had
even led groups of them on more than one occasion. But no matter how
high their morale may have been, it did not make up for their lack of
training to ensure they returned home safely. In fact, very few made it
back home.
The expressions they wore on their faces were also reminiscent of
the ones I saw during my days as a hero. They all seemed restless. A
kind of tension born from being pushed to the edge and realizing this
was the end. It was something beyond just desperation. These were the
faces of men who had picked up their swords with a determination to
protect what was important to them.
However...there was no way there would be a band of human
soldiers like that here. Not in the middle of the demonic kingdom, in
the lands of the Rage family. And those simple, blue clothes they wore...
While trying to swallow the storm of emotions within me, I calmly
asked, “So, you want me to kill them?”
The older demon woman in front of me wore a fearless grin.
“Ha. If you can,” she replied mockingly.
What the heck are you laughing about?! The woman bore similar
features as
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