He recognized him, that was the young officer he once held high hopes for, a Golden Knight adept in both magic and martial arts, skilled in wide-range enhancing magic.
"Fa—bi—an!"
He gritted his teeth and said.
A flash of viciousness passed through his eyes as he grabbed a longbow from a soldier, pulled the string tight, and shot an arrow towards Fabian.
The arrow, glowing with skillful brilliance, shot out like a comet, stirring up gusts as it pierced through layers of people, striking straight into the high-level officer's chest.
"Captain Fabian!"
The surrounding rebels exclaimed.
Fabian's face was filled with pain; he looked at the fatal, bowl-sized wound on his chest, spat out a mouthful of blood, and slowly fell down.
However, just as the banner in his hand was about to topple, another high-level officer stepped forward.
His eyes turned red as he took over the banner, waving it and shouting angrily:
"Brothers, charge! Avenge Fabian! Avenge Captain Bowen!"
