The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1259

Robin gazed at Maverick, barely conscious, then shifted his focus to Franco, who was now without his arm.

A sharp pang of sorrow stabbed at his chest as his eyes moved toward the eastern waters of Draconia.

The Tassel Fleet had already positioned itself on the edge of international waters.

The cold sea breeze, thick with salt and moisture, stung his eyes and blurred his vision.

The land he once longed for, the land where his ancestors and father had fought and bled, the place filled with good-hearted people, the land where he had been born, now seemed to fade away, swept aside by the indifferent wind.

A wave surged toward him.

It soaked the wobbly deck beneath him, stinging Robin's eyes with its salt.

The mountains, rivers, and beautiful landscapes he had dreamt of as a child, The peaceful world he had imagined, so close and within reach—now felt distant, foreign, and beyond his grasp!

"Elliott, Brendon!" Robin handed them a flask from the Dragon Cave beneath Snow Dragon Pool. "Give this to General Whalen and Maverick. This water can heal wounds."

But Franco refused the water, instead saluting Robin solemnly. "Master Ramsey, my wounds are not of the body, but of the heart.

"At the Mistveil Manor in Southmere, I waited for 20 long years, only to find nothing.

"Now, wearing battle gear again, I realize the world has changed beyond recognition.

"Our generation is old!

"In this era, men like us have no place anymore.

"My heart is dead; I only want a dignified death.

"I am a soldier, and I should die in my battle armor, on the field of war!

"Please, Master Ramsey, allow me this.

"Let future generations see that my pride shall never bow to the ghosts and demons of this world!"

Jack's lips twitched. He understood what Franco was preparing to do.

"Jack, we've fought side by side. If this is my final moment, then it will have been worth it!"

Robin did not stop him. He silently grasped Franco's left hand.

At that moment, Maverick regained his senses and struggled to rise, intent on striking down Snivy.

Franco moved forward. "Mr. Maverick, let me handle this."

He turned to the camera. "Today, I alone take responsibility for the deaths of Snivy and Giovanni, and all their crimes.

"You are still young. There will be many opportunities for you ahead!

"I am tired of a world without virtue. Today, let me send them on their way!"

Maverick, Elliott, and Brendon understood Franco's resolve.

This was a man ready to embrace death, willing to sacrifice himself to teach the cowardly and submissive the true meaning of courage.

They all looked at Robin, who placed a battle knife in Franco's hand and saluted him with military respect.

In that moment, Franco's spirit surged. Blood rushed through his veins.

Before him, he saw only his youth—when he had fought alongside the Dragon Lord in countless battles, defeating any challenger in his path.

This world, tainted by shameful and brutal ideologies, a place where tyranny, plunder, deceit, and manipulation ran rampant, where kindness, fairness, and justice had no place, where the wicked ruled freely, and the good wept while the corrupt called the shots.

Still, they dreamed of repaying evil with kindness, offering goodwill to those who didn't deserve it.

Franco smiled bitterly.

Enough!

I've given all I could. I'd rather die than live as a coward!

Franco gripped the cold blade tightly and walked toward Snivy and Giovanni.

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