Tell Me It's Not True (2)

As the rain of arrows stopped, the soldiers exchanged glances at each other. There was a feeling of relief mixed with guilt that clouded their conscience. They didn't talk about it with each other, especially in such a volatile situation, but they believed they shared the same feelings.

Along with their heart beating rashly, they looked up at the hill where their two senior knights were running towards the enemy. And seeing that there were no more arrows shot at them told them that Dylan and Faris managed to stop the enemy's actions despite being outnumbered.

Their respect grew higher for Dylan and Faris. As high as their feelings of guilt and cowardice.

'Sir Dylan, Sir Faris…' A soldier clenched his fists tightly.

“Sir, I will catch up with Sir Dylan and Sir Faris. Please continue your journey safely to the palace.” Said a young soldier with slanted eyes. He looked determined despite the fear that caught in his eyes.

The other soldiers gave understanding looks.

A soldier who looked a