�Ah, and I may explode to death in three days if things go wrong.�

�What? You crazy-�

�Oh.�

Eruhaben let out an, �oh,� as if he did not expect such a response from Alberu, who stopped speaking and brushed his face with both hands.

Cale continued to speak with a calm expression.

�There is an issue with my ancient powers. It is being handled with a temporary measure right now, however, it seems that I only have 3 days left.�

Alberu was at a loss for words after seeing how calm Cale was right now. He didn�t seem to be lying, and even then he knew that Cale would not be the type to lie about something like this.

And if he thought about it, there was a good chance what Cale was saying was true.

�The young master-nim was coughing up so much blood that I was worried that something bad might happen, however, he controlled the battlefield with a calm demeanor afterward.�

Vice Captain Hilsman�s voice echoed in Alberu�s mind.

He knew that Cale always got injured or needed to recuperate after using his ancient powers.

Such a person used three ancient powers that he had been saving for an emergency. Would his body be fine after all of that?

�That is why it looks like I will need to act on my own for the next 3 days.�

�This stupid idiot.�

Alberu wanted to swear at Cale, but held himself back.

He felt that Cale and he were similar people from time to time. They would use sly schemes from time to time in order to profit. At the same time, they acted differently when their goal was for the greater good.

The greater good.

Crown prince Alberu was someone who walked with the weight of the greater good on his shoulder.

He finally started to speak after a long time.

�You have a 3-day break. Make sure that you return after that.�

He wanted to give Cale a longer break, however, he needed to say that Cale must return.

�I understand. I will listen to you since it is an order from the sun of the Roan Kingdom, your highness. I will come after the war to strip myself of the commander title. I will receive a lot of reward money, but please do not think about giving me a medal.�

��You always have something to say. How can such a punk be the famed young master Silver Shield?�

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