Vengeance of the Returner

"I agree to his words"

Rebecca said looking at Breon's yellow pupils as he was grinding his teeth.

"I do believe the same...Administrator, I want to fight along with Nix." Vingevan said looking at switching his eyes from Nix to Breon with a fascinated expression.

"What?"

Breon asked in a shock drifting his eyes towards Vingeva as he stated that.

"Your highness! But..."

"War commander Nix is strong! He will protect me." It seemed as though Vingevan had become Nix's fan. As such he wanted to venture into that war along with him.

"Hah, I said you should participate but not with me. It will be hard for you. You need to be in the centerline."

Nix said with a sigh.

"No, I want to see you fight!"

"Well, see you can do it from afar as well." Nix shrugged and outright rejected him from doing so.

A king is a symbol and it was necessary for him to participate but, that did not mean he should risk. His sole purpose was to project that he can indeed bring himself to fight for his territory when necessary.

"Your Majesty, you are our stronghold. Once the king crumbles everything crumbles..." Breon said placing his hand on his shoulder.

"Understood, Breon, don't annoy me with your talk."

Vingevan said looking at him with irritation.

"When exactly are we marching and who are attacking?"

"Barani's Troops have already stationed in the desert. We will have to start marching early in the morning."

A man wearing an eye patch entered the hall with a smile.

'Bageran'

Nix recognized the man as soon as he laid his eyes on him.

"Long time no see, The Banished one or should I call Nix, the black-masked revolutionary."

He said patting his shoulder and then continued.

"Guess my wits were on point! Knew you'll become a big shot. Want to have some smoke?"

He said taking his cigarette packet out of his pocket.

"Sure..."

As Nix said he picked one out and gave him. The Dynamic between them was that of an older brother and younger brother although they had a big age gap and differences. It seemed as though they had both knew each other for a long time.

Nix ignited it using his chains and looked at him.

"Want me to light it up?"

"Yes,"

Nix shapeshifted its form into a flaming sword and ignited his cigar.

"I am hoping to your tales after the war, And remember you owe me one."

He said with a smirk and left patting Nix's shoulder.

"He will be the director for the air force battalion," Breon said pointing his hand on the formations they had already prepared in order to fight in the war.

"I see..."

'Didn't he say that I owe him the lost time he slid a coin into my pocket? Perhaps he knows something...'

Nix thought looking at his back using his truth eye.

[Target's information cannot be obtained]

He didn't have time to curse the ability he needed to understand what was going on and make his time useful in learning the formation and the troops he'll be given under his command.

"We can talk about other essential things later.  See you"

Bageran paid farewell and walked out of the chamber. It seemed as though he came just to meet up with Nix and greet him. One simple reason was that he was interested in Nix's potential and his purpose. He was sentenced to be banished by the gods not killed that certainly intimated he served a great purpose.

"Lord Nix come with me I'll introduce you to the troops that will be under your command." Breon intervened as he stared at the silhouette of Bageran fading away in the distance stride of sun that intruded the alley.

"Understood..."

Nix nodded his head and followed Breon into the depth of the palace which ended deep into the alley where a large opening was visible. He did not pay farewell to the people that had been gathered and they also understood it was necessary to introduce Nix since the soldiers were to be intimated about who they will be commanded by.

when he walked out of the large opening that possessed a metal gate which was lifted up by the lever.

The blinding light fell on both their bodies and lightened up the whole alley which was dark until that moment.

'Damn'

He was bewildered by the sight. 

The environment was similar to that of a colosseum but a five times bigger one.

Slowly he walked out of the metal gate, after gasping a thick lump of air.

The number of soldiers holding their spears awaiting for their commander, for him. Gave him an inexplicable feeling, not a feeling of being supreme or powerful. He felt responsible, responsible for those who had placed their lives on the line for the war leaving their families, to protect their homes.

He knew how leaving one's family feels. No matter how many people he has been surrounded by the void that has been created by the separation of his family was inexplicable. So, he was particularly able to synthesize with the soldiers that stood there waiting to participate in the war.

They both walked towards the stage that was structured in front of the army and ascended.

Soon one of the mages used a magical device and signaled Breon.

"The war commander, Nix has arrived. The man who was allegedly claimed to be destroyed the city of Outlaws, Lerinare. The man who is recognized by the gods. The infamous banished one! He will be directing you all from here on!"

His claims, the way of speech even made Nix feel pride, the pride of someone who overcame adversaries.

"War commander Nix! War commander Nix!"

There were several loud cheers as they tapped the spears on the ground. The huge commotion, the faces, the cheers brought Nix an immense feeling. Thinking back on the synchronization he was supposed to be one among them. For some reason, his heart sympathized with them on a very deep level.

"He will speak now."

Soon the men silenced it seems they were disciplined very well.

Nix was anxious and certainly hesitant. It was his first time. Unlike what Heredia said there were more than a few thousand soldiers. 

The number was approximately over ten thousand, all armed. There were five battalions. One possessed the siege weapons. The others were archers. Then there were the foot soldiers and mages. Finally, a unique group that did not possess the armor given by the city who were wearing the suits they preferred, The Regulars.

And amidst regulars were four people he knew. Yes, they were Nagendra and his teammates. They seemed baffled as they looked at him with their jaws dropped down.

{Hmm, how are you going to speak? Aren't you tensed?}

'Indeed'

Then repeat what I say standing in front.

'Trust you?'

{You won't?}

'Sure I will'

{Now repeat after me---------.....}

"Soldiers! To protect your homes. To Defeat those so-called Outlaws, I need your full support. I know you will!"

'Bruh... Sounds cheesy. I thought the more casual speech would be better.'

{Tch, just follow the lead. This is not something to be taken too lightly of.}

"Repeat after me! To protect our city!"

"To protect our city!"

"We will utterly destroy the enemy's army! Protect what is ours!"

{This strongly engraves them that they have to protect their homes within their hearts. Destroying is not the main goal here. To make a living and surviving is the goal.}

'Sure'

"Captains of the battalions come forward!"

As he decreed five people emerged from their assigned battalions and amidst them was Nagendra.

Three men and two women in clad proceeded forth fully armed.

***

A woman walked with long black hair skin like chocolate walked out of the dark alley to the open ground with worry in her eyes while looking at the stage where Nix and the administrator were.

"I feel like he is in a very untouchable distance..."

In that mere moment, a woman emerged from the shadow with a smile wearing an intrigued expression.

"Why?" Asked the woman wearing gothic attire.

"Rosalie... Why are you so intent on following Nix."

"Hehe, jealous of my ability ?" She said with a smile covering her mouth while looking at the stage as the captains of troops approached him.

"No, I am genuinely curious about why you're following him by sneaking you could have just volunteered to come with us," Cinzia said with a reactionless face.

"I am just keeping an eye on him. Do you believe in Prophecies or has he ever mentioned about such?" Rosalie asked looking at her eyes.

"No, he hasn't... I do believe in prophecies." She replied.

"Good. Then has he ever mentioned his power which helps in seeing through the future?" Rosalie asked with a smirk.

"Yes, but he just said that he can only see through for a few seconds."

After Cinzia finished her sentence she began talking looking straight at her face wearing a serious look.

"If so then why is he working hard? Do you believe he can only see through seconds? I am just merely speculating this... But he should have seen a future a distant one or something that should have been happened."

"..."

Cinzia nodded her head to intimate that she was listening to her words so, Rosalie continued again.

"That must be the one that induced him in fighting Zerast... This might also be the reason he resorted to ally with Heredia. He wants power. Possibly, The vision he has seen is continuously pushing him to evolve further to refrain it from happening."