The dead Prussian Marshal and the surviving British Duke.

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1814, Kaub Castle.

The Prussian army was surrounded by monsters swarming from all directions. Ammunition was running low, and the groans of the wounded were ceaseless. Beyond the walls, rotting hands crawled upward, and the surviving soldiers waited only for their commander to give the final order.

Blücher was there.

And he intended to remain a commander until the very end. He refused to break down in front of his men, raising his voice as if he were still in his prime. However, fatigue and injury had already consumed his body. His chest felt crushed with every breath, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

The British army did not come.

Arthur did not come either.

It didn't take long to understand that fact. The British commander must have had his own reasons, and judgment on the battlefield always came with sacrifice. Blücher was not a man who didn't know that.

Nevertheless, he waited for him.

Perhaps until the very last moment, he hoped to hear the familiar sound of British boots beyond the castle gates.

But in the end, all that was heard were the howls of monsters and the screams of soldiers.

And on that day, the Prussian Marshal did not return.

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June 1815. London, Horse Guards Office.

He retraced the decisions he had made countless times. The situation at the time, the deployment of troops, the reasons why reinforcements could not be sent. Everything was explainable in military terms. But the fact that it was explainable did not bring back the dead.

Then, a faint shape began to appear in the corner of the office.