"Alright then." Kant said. "I'll handle the negotiations with Raphael in the future."
Bunduk raised his head and looked at Kant. He opened his mouth but did not know what to say.
Kant pushed the chair aside, placed the used napkin on the tablecloth, and left the dining room.
Bunduk stared at Kant's back. He lowered his head and sighed. After sitting quietly for a while, he walked to the dining area and packed a dinner for Raphael.
"Knock, knock, knock!" Bunduk knocked on the door to Raphael's room. He whispered into the crack in the door, "Raphael, are you there?"
"Yes, come in." Raphael's voice came out.
Bunduk pushed the door open and walked in. When Raphael saw that it was Bunduk, he as surprised.
"How's your recovery?" Bunduk asked in a slightly stiff tone. "I brought you dinner."
Raphael glanced at him suspiciously and replied, "It's alright. Are you asking me to thank you for not killing me?"
"No." Bunduk shook his head and placed the lunchbox on the small table in front of Raphael. He continued, "We're leaving tomorrow."
"Where are we going?" Raphael did not hurry to open the lid of the lunchbox. Instead, he raised his head and asked Bunduk.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})"That island." Bunduk met Raphael's gaze and replied.
"I see." Raphael nodded. He opened the lunchbox and began to eat the food inside.
"What?" Bunduk asked curiously.
"You will bring me along when you go to the island, right? Then I can eat this dinner that you brought with ease." Raphael replied as he chewed on the food.
Bunduk's eyes immediately darkened and he said, "Yes, you can live on. But my comrades are gone forever."
Raphael put down his fork and glanced at Bunduk warily. He said, "What are you going to do now? Do you want to beat me up again? Last time, I didn't hit you because I felt guilty. Don't push your luck."
"What do people like you live for?" Bunduk raised his head and said angrily, "You betray your country for your own life. You burn bridges and harm the lives of people who help you. Aren't you afraid that you will be betrayed one day?"
"The principles you mentioned are the principles of society. And where I and my soldiers stayed, there was no humanity. My days wandering on that small island made me understand one thing: the rules of society are made up by the people, and we have never tried to listen to god's rules. Then, when you were abandoned by people, why would god protect you?"
"Did the god in the sky tell you that the people on that ship must be killed?" Bunduk's fist hit the wall.
"No." Raphael shook his head, he said, "The gods have never appeared in front of me. That is why I must live on in this world. When my sincerity is enough, perhaps god will come to my side. Before that, I will no longer allow myself to become any kind of person. I will not listen to anyone's words, and I will not be restrained by the rules of anyone's mouth."
"Bullsh*t!" Bunduk grabbed Raphael's collar, he roared at him, "You are protected by the elves' treaty, and you are eating the food that our chef has just made. All of this was chosen by your subjective will. Don't run away. You are just a cunning person who doesn't have the ability and is self-centered. You are afraid to face the consequences of what you have done!"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"I didn't!" Raphael struggled. "If you want to kill me, then do it. Don't force your thoughts on me!"
"Damn it!" Bunduk let go of his hand. He said to Raphael, who had fallen onto the bed, "I really want to kill you. "But that won't bring back my comrade's life. "However, from your words, I didn't hear that you have the intention to repent. Therefore, we will not see each other again after this."
After leaving these words, Bunduk left.
Raphael sat by the bed and looked out the window until it was completely dark. Raphael shrank back into his quilt, and his body could not help but tremble.
The next morning, Kant and the others boarded a ship bound for the island.
In order to ensure Kant's safety, Durandal transferred a few troops to accompany him. He contracted this large-scale ship. This time, it could be said that he had mobilized a large number of troops.
Because Raphael had always said that he was suffering from illness, a few Caradia soldiers protected him at the end of the group and helped him onto the ship.
"You went to look for Raphael last night?" Kant leaned against the mast and asked Bunduk.
"Yes." Bunduk's face was a little pale. He replied, "It didn't turn out very good."
"It's alright. You're already considered pretty good that you're willing to go and see him and didn't cripple him." Kant patted Bunduk's shoulder and comforted him.
"Thank you, Your Highness." Bunduk replied.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})"There are many contradictions in this world. "You don't have to care about what others think. Just do what you think is right." Kant said earnestly. "If it weren't for us not sending reinforcements in time, Raphael and the others wouldn't have been forced into a desperate situation."
"Every time I see Raphael's manner of avoiding reality, I think that at least he survived." Bunduk said.
"Sigh." Kant sighed and gave Bunduk a hug.
After all, he didn't know what to say to this kind of emotion. He could only let Bunduk slowly digest it.
Raphael was currently leaning against his bed, looking at the sea view outside through the small window.
"I wonder how the others are doing..." Raphael murmured softly.
How would Elf King deal with traitors like them? This was the question that Raphael had been worrying about for the past few days.
In his eyes, Elf King had always been a very weak existence. It was only after the battle of the undead that this monarch finally became spirited. He began to take care of the affairs of the country, taking back power from his ministers, and so on.
However, this Elf King, who was planning to be a good king for the first time, was already fifty years old. His indecisiveness had accompanied him for many years.
What would Elf King do about the traitor who appeared in his strong period?
While everyone was back in their rooms to rest, Raphael walked to the deck. The ship had already set sail and it was almost spring. The weather on the sea was not bad, at least there were no dark clouds.
The blue waves were three meters high and hit the hull of the moving ship.
Raphael looked in the direction of the island and the depression that was blown away by the sea breeze gathered in his heart again.
