Griffith came to the center of the entire brigade, twenty steps in front of everyone, and lowered the military flag forward. The four squadrons followed him and rushed towards the battlefield to the east. The inexplicable rebel army was immediately far away.

Leave it far behind.

 His target was directly at the Plachen low hill in the center of the rebel army, which was used to gather and mobilize troops and overlooked the depression below the ferry.

 A depressing haze once again enveloped the battlefield, and it seemed that Fiona's prayer time had come.

 The brigade advanced quietly, following Griffith's banner.

 He took a deep breath of moist air.

 How long has it been since I felt like this? It feels like an era is so far away.

 Surrounded by his comrades and infantrymen in formation, the battle flags were flying in the wind, as if he had returned to the familiar eastern battlefield.

For several days, in the non-stop fighting, Griffith gained great satisfaction and enrichment. No enemy could withstand his charge. He even killed the enemy like a mythical hero, stripped off his armor, and

He single-handedly defeated hundreds of people.

 This is not the kind of pleasure you can get from fighting goblins.

  It’s simply so exciting!

The familiar, frenetic energy that characterized the charge of the armored cavalry named Griffith seemed to have returned.

He is one of the best armored cavalrymen in the regiment. All the officers know him and his comrades admire him. On the remote and desolate battlefield, his honor and self-esteem are most satisfied. He is a born elite warrior.

, destined to become an unparalleled warrior.

The strong and brave companions trust him, and as long as he takes the lead in the charge, everyone will move forward. What a proud honor!

Krista relied on him, and even the broken and incomplete memories were so warm. Even though there were so many noble young people who admired her, Krista still thought about going to Beyeland and the beach with Griffith.

What happy and beautiful memories we have in our cabin!

 The beautiful, mature and powerful Erza got close to him and regarded him as the most reliable adjutant in the squadron. This made him extremely satisfied, and sometimes he even wanted her.

 By the way, that’s the feeling. It’s very real.

Today, the temptation has become clear again.

What a nostalgic feeling. After leaving the East, he discovered that he had long been addicted to the life he once wanted to escape.

 Griffith led the troops forward.

 The battle situation is under control, and the final contest will soon come... But his mind began to fly to distant places.

 After walking for a while, his enthusiasm suddenly and inexplicably subsided. The satisfying passion came and went quickly, even faster than ever before.

His mind became a little ethereal, and memories of cruelty, indescribable loneliness, and pain came to his mind. He began to miss the East, or in other words, he couldn't help but fall into the memories of the past, and wanted to get that comfortable feeling of satisfaction again.

 He ​​was like a scum addicted to Diazine, he became restless and anxiously looking for the short-lived pleasure just now.

He began to fantasize about the power of surging and venting, wanting to destroy everything and plunder everything, trying to rely on this passion to find his own identity, named Griffith, a respected and feared armored cavalryman, warrior and butcher.

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However, this short-lived passion will suddenly fade away like a devil, leaving him feeling extremely empty and hesitant.

The surging power, killing, passion and pleasure seemed to really fill his heart, and then suddenly and without reason left him like a psychedelic mist, leaving only an empty soul and an irresistible feeling after the ebb.

Panic.

 In a daze, he suddenly realized a problem...

 The pleasure and madness he needed could not be found in Beyeland, that gorgeous, soft and sweet place.

He wanted to enrich himself, and couldn't help but want to pursue more power and blood. He used madness to arm himself with mysterious rings and sealed objects, and wrapped himself in thick armor so that the people of Beyelan could not underestimate him.

, hiding from the strange eyes in the splendid drawing room of Beyeland and at the ball.

It was okay at first, but gradually, he found that his heart could not be satisfied at all. Once the passion from the battlefield was lost, it would make him doubly empty, and there was no one in Beyeland's living room and dance party where he could let him gallop.

Incomparably familiar passion and security.

The armor that protected him became increasingly fragile and even became a joke.

 Everything in Bijalan is different from the past, everything seems false. What exactly is false?

 Where am I?

 Under the gray sky and pale earth, Griffith's mind was filled with random thoughts as he advanced. Fortunately, he did not need to speak or issue orders for the time being, otherwise the four squadrons would have felt that their commander had gone crazy.

 In times of confusion.

 Griffith saw a field of delicate red. He originally thought it was a battlefield where a battle had just broken out, but when he got closer, he discovered that it was a field of roses that had been luckily preserved from the war.

 The intoxicating fragrance from afar was blown by the afternoon breeze. A wonderful feeling enveloped him, sweeping away fatigue and depression.

That kind of familiar warmth came out of my heart along with piles of small memories.

It's obviously just trivial things that are not big enough to be embarrassing to mention, such as the hidden biscuits, the confiscated albums, the scrambled mutton, and the messy chocolates, but they still make people feel so beautiful, so real and full,

Filled every corner of his soul.

 Every memory is so happy.

Griffith's mood became high again. He walked briskly, as if he had been blessed from the highest. An indescribable joy and fulfillment drove away the dark, ferocious memories and desires, caressing his

soul.

“Ah! If I can let you share the beauty I am experiencing at this moment, even if it means an expedition to the end of the world, I am willing.

 “Garadia, what are you doing now?”

 Griffith subconsciously touched his pockets to see if he had any gifts from the elf girl.

He found the insight crystal that was a Frost Festival gift. Even though they had known each other for so long, they only had one Frost Festival gift, and it was still a daily tool. Although it was good, he still felt that it was not enough and that something was missing.

“Okay, I’ve decided, I’m going to bring a gift back to Galadia.

“In return, she must give me some small gift that I can carry with me! If she doesn’t give it to me, I will grab this silly roe deer’s pointed ears and pull out a strand of hair.

“Well, one strand may be too much. She will probably scream and the whole school will hear it. I still can’t beat her brother, so I’ll pull out two strands!”

 Placin Dwarf is right in front of you.

　　Okay, gather yourself together! Griffith, who had been distracted along the way, cheered up with incomparable concentration and fighting spirit.
Chapter completed!