The loyal assistant responded and departed.
With determination to win, he charged into the enemy formation.
"Beixing."
Alina gazed at Zhang Beixing's back, her eyes full of complexity.
"This battle is extremely perilous. You must be extremely careful..."
"Don't worry."
Zhang Beixing turned around and placed his hand on the fragrant shoulder of the woman.
"If I die on the battlefield, it would be a worthy death."
"But if I return alive, I shall make the Holy See pay for today's humiliation!"
"However, rest assured."
He suddenly leaned close to Alina's ear and whispered:
"I will not lose."
Each word was sonorous, resounding like a pledge.
Upon hearing this, Alina held back her tears and nodded forcefully.
"I will wait for you in the Imperial City."
"You must return safely."
"Alright."
Zhang Beixing smiled gently, brushing away the tears at the corner of her eyes.
"Once I've won this battle, we shall be wed."
Boom!
