What a mistake.
This was what they called overconfidence, wasn’t it? Though he’d been run out to an unfamiliar location, he was still so sure he could do away with his attackers with no problems, precisely for the reason they were after him to begin with. They wanted to do away with those with major holy blood, but it was that very blood, the blood of Holsety, that made him arrogantly believe he could manage without issue. Wounds could be cured by staves, which he could wield, and it seemed to only add to his confidence.
Now? He wasn’t so sure. Sety had healed the worst of his wounds, but his energy had left him. He hadn’t expected to be chased down by such strong enemies, and while he was beyond certain he had killed them, it wouldn’t be surprising to realize he had himself gotten himself killed. Straying from the army was his first mistake, but his strength had gone to his head. This was not the first time that had happened, but he had been so sure in the past that he would be able to let that part of him go. To stop thinking his holy blood made him something untouchable.
Usually, that was the case. He got through fights just fine and with minimum damage. It had always been that way in the army he was now with, and throughout all his years of fighting. Why was today so different? Had he been... distracted? ...Those words... His enemies knew about him, and they had touched such a sensitive topic. No, he surely could have returned from that fight unharmed, but between that fragile distraction and that horrible overconfidence, unharmed was definitely not the word he would use.
He was getting lightheaded, but that didn’t stop him from realizing he had no idea where he was. He had been chased out of Jugdral by those bastards, but how far? These lands were nothing like the former, and not being able to tell where he was was the first step to getting lost and going in the wrong direction. Not that he could tell where the right direction was to begin with... He’d had no time to figure those things out while fending for himself and trying to keep his life.
How pathetic. For him of all people to end up in this state... What kind of “hero” was he? Exactly... Not a hero at all. Not a prince worth his country or people. He hadn’t even thought about them; hadn’t even thought that dying would affect every person living in Silesia. Only now, with his life in danger, did it occur to him. When it was already too late. His eyes were losing focus, and he couldn’t stand anymore. Ah... Pathetic indeed. The mistakes he swore he wouldn’t make anymore were being repeated. Losing his footing, his body met the ground with heavier than normal breathing. His body was fighting his will now, and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to stay conscious like this. Damn... That guy would be ashamed of this behavior...
