Seventh: Volume 7 [Parts 1 to 9] by Yomu Mishima

Author:Yomu Mishima
Language: eng
Format: epub

Chapter 81: The Hero General Sley Walt

A scene of a battlefield changed to a tent. There Sley Walt lay, the field medic tending to him shaking his head.

Sley’s breathing was already weak as he absently stared at the ceiling. The light was fading from his eyes, and it was hard to tell if he was even conscious.

“I never wanted to die in battle...”

The fourth had stayed silent for a long while. Finally, he removed his glasses and lifted his face. “Third hea— Dad. Can I show Lyle my memories?”

The third head nodded. “Go right ahead. I want to see too.”

The fourth concealed his eyes behind his hand. “Thank you.”

Again the scene shifted—it was taken over by the fourth head’s memories. We were in the old estate of House Walt.

***

On that day, Marcus Walt was in the manor worrying about his father who had marched off to join a rather large battle.

“Do you think dad will be alright?”

He recalled how his father Sley would always return safe. “How I’d love to leave the rest to you and retire,” he’d say. It was always the same joke each time.

“He’ll be fine this time too... Right?”

At fourteen years of age, Marcus wasn’t yet old enough for the battlefield, and so he watched over the house. He’d gradually begun to help out with the territory’s internal affairs, and in only a few years, he was set to fully take on a role as Sley’s assistant.

The plan was for him to inherit the status of lord once he was thirty years old.

Marcus was studying in his room when he heard a commotion brewing in the manor.

“What’s going on?”

He exited the room and climbed down the stairs to find a knight breaking down in tears at the front door. The grime-covered knight cried out on his knees.

“Our allies emerged victorious. However, Lord Sley was heavily injured... The doctor says he doesn’t have long to live.”

The young man was a knight personally appointed by his father. His haggard face made it clear he had come as fast as he could to make his report. He shed tears of anguish and frustration, and his body was covered in wounds.

Marcus stood there, stock still.

“You’re lying.”

The woman receiving the report was Pasette Walt—Sley’s wife, and Marcus’s mother. She heard out every word with a completely expressionless face. She remained like that until the knight was finished, and collapsed unconscious having done his duty.

“Wipe him down and let him rest,” Pasette ordered. “And gather up the men we have left.”

She put on a courageous act, but her face was pale. Although Pasette’s marriage to Sley had been an arranged one, the couple maintained a good relationship. She would sigh whenever she saw how unmotivated Sley could be, but she would still tend to him with a smile.

“Mom...”

Pasette turned...and said, “Marcus, make your resolve. You must hurry to Sley’s side. From today forth—you are the head of house Walt.”

Since there was no official transfer of powers, he was not strictly a feudal lord.

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