But tonight, the old general did not open the wine cabinet as usual. He lit the candle on the table. In the floating flames, he leaned on his chair and reached out to pick up the clean bottle on the table.

photo frame.

He stroked the photo frame very gently. It was an old thing, and the patterns on it had become blurred. And inside the photo frame was a magical image made by the mages of Dalaran for General Abedis.

, in that image, he was still young at the time and was a rising military star in the empire, and beside him, wearing a straight military uniform, were his gentle wife and his very young daughter.

That was the magical image they took in Stratholme City. It was also the happiest time in General Abbendis' life.

Time is a very cruel thing, especially when you get old. It will not generously give you more, but will coldly take away the things you cherish one by one.

..until you face death alone.

"Martha, our daughter has grown up."

Amid the candlelight, General Abidis stroked the photo frame and whispered:

"She began to find the meaning of her life and no longer blindly followed me or others. I always argued with her because of this, but in my heart, I felt very proud that she had chosen her own path in life.

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"She already has strong enough wings to soar in the sky of this world by herself. She no longer needs my protection..."

"Ah, I'm going to the battlefield again, Martha..."

"This will be my last battle. Maybe soon, I will go to accompany you, but before that...my daughter, our pride...Bridget, she must survive her rigidity."

The last test given to her by her father..."

"She will become a hero, but she will not have to suffer the pain we suffered... This will be the last gift I leave to her..."
Chapter completed!