Imre sat in the Family Head’s seat, his expression numb, like a lifeless wooden figure. After a long pause, he finally began to speak:
"I’ve often dreamt of the mont my father pierced through , pinning to the ground.
In every dream he’s in, I hope he would comfort and say he was actually captured by the Sacred Briania, and everything was beyond his control.
But even in my dreams, I can’t deceive myself. The expression my father leaves is always that cold, mocking look.
At that mont, I understood; I should make the choice that a Grantham Family Head must make."
As Imre Grantham calmly spoke these words, the people present fell silent.
Almost three years have passed, and during this ti, wars have erupted frequently around Grantham Territory. Everyone thought that Imre, as the new Grantham Family Head, would be dispirited for a long ti because of the incident with his father. But unexpectedly, it wasn’t long before Imre regained his spirit and started preparing for the future of Grantham Territory.
The people still rember when Imre visited every branch family of Grantham and the families who lost loved ones in that sudden battlefield, explaining the truth sincerely and making a promise to fight to the death.
When he returned again, Imre’s expression seed to have changed slightly.
As if sothing had changed at the root.
"Every ti I hear from others about what rank my father has risen to in the Sacred Briania, I am imnsely angry. He was the one who taught loyalty to the Federation, and now he chooses betrayal and stands on the opposite side."
As Imre said this, he slowly stood up, circling the eting hall of the Grantham Lord Mansion repeatedly.
Each ti he passed by every Grantham branch family mber, the sorrow and chilling murderous intent he exuded almost gave them goosebumps.
"Family Head, are you ready?" A clan elder said gravely, "By doing this, you will bear the infamous na of parricide."
Imre replied indifferently: "Then let bear it. He betrayed the Federation, betrayed Grantham blood, betrayed the knightly ideals we have always upheld, betrayed the people who trusted him, and betrayed .
I am willing to accept the position of Family Head and charge at the front to defeat him, defeat my father who has given the grace of upbringing."
When Imre spoke these words, his resolute will almost pierced through his voice and clearly transmitted to everyone present.
The people exchanged glances, with reassuring looks flashing in their eyes.
They have never been afraid of war. Grantham Territory is a rare one where practically everyone is ard. To the people of Grantham, war is as natural as eating or drinking water.
Yet, because generations have honed their skills on the battlefield, having witnessed too much blood and tears, the successive tragedies unfolding before them not only haven’t worn down their will but have further made them realize the preciousness of life.
It’s not just about fighting, but fighting for the cause worth shedding blood and tears.
To protect their children, to safeguard their hos, to uphold their beliefs, and to fight for a brighter future for the Federation.
But it should not be just because the leader’s own cowardice and confusion lead to senseless deaths of themselves and their kin.
It’s not that a person can’t be confused, can’t be scared, but incompetence in the position of a leader is the greatest original sin.
Now that Family Head Imre has demonstrated his resolute determination, they have no choice but to...
"Fight to the death!" A Clan Leader of a branch family who lost his son in the battle when Grantham Territory was besieged slamd the table forcefully.
"Fight to the death!!" As the second person gritted his teeth and uttered the most decisive words in a muffled voice, the scene began to boil.
"Fight to the death!!!" As Imre looked seriously at everyone and calmly determined this tone, the scene finally couldn’t control the sound, plunging into a frenzied ocean.
Imre sorrowfully watched all this, silently making his determination deep in his heart.
Having co to this point, he has no room to retreat.
Be it for those beside him who support him, or his conscience as a mber of the Federation, now, he will ultimately face his father on the battlefield.
"Father, have you ever imagined that things would end up like this?"
Imre murmured softly.
...
[Location: Grantham Territory Border·40 miles east of the wall·Sacred Briania Crusaders Camp]
The atmosphere on-site was exceptionally fervent.
The Sacred Briania soldiers, who had long been at a stalemate with the Grantham Guardians here, all had more radiant smiles on their faces.
The Grantham soldiers were more resilient than they had imagined.
Over the past three years, although Sacred Briania occasionally sent "volunteers" to lend support, during actual engagents, they quickly discovered that the Grantham soldiers were far stronger than them.
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