My Flash Romance With the Richest Mogul novel Chapter 1983

Every word Manfred uttered was filled with the utmost gentleness.

Manfred chuckled softly. "For ten years, this copper mirror has never felt different. But now… it's warm."

Perhaps it was just his imagination.

The bitter cold of the border had seeped into his very bones. The soldiers and the remaining citizens had not had a proper meal in three days. Like everyone else, he had survived on bark for the past three days.

If not for the last shred of humanity left in him, he might have resorted to what many others had done—eating the flesh of the fallen barbarians, drinking their bone broth.

But he was afraid.

Afraid that one day, if he ever saw Vivian again, she would know what he had done and find him filthy.

That thought alone steeled his resolve.

Manfred carefully placed the copper mirror back against his chest.

Even if tonight meant certain death, he would carry it with him. Perhaps, in death, he would finally see Vivian again.

Nightfall came swiftly.

The entire city was shrouded in darkness. Though the people in the city were gaunt and frail, their eyes burned with unwavering determination. For every one of them that fell, they would take a barbarian down with them.

No one spoke as they waited. But time and again, their eyes drifted toward their commander—Manfred.

As long as he stood, the army would stand.

As long as he fought, death held no fear.

If they were to march to the underworld, then at least they would have their commander leading the way.

Ahead of them, Glen and the rest of the Holland troop awaited them. They would hold the line. They would protect their people.

Now, it was their turn to protect their homeland and shield the innocent.

In the stillness of the night, the rhythmic pounding of hooves echoed from the distance.