~PLOT~
Arteon, belonging to the 3rd Legion on the northern front of the Caldrian Empire.
For ten years, he endured hell by following orders.
But what ultimately returned to him was treatment that didn’t even regard him as human, the betrayal of his superiors, and death.
‘We were nothing but pieces on a chessboard.’
If he had known it would be like this, he would have at least struggled.
‘Just…… I should have just charged in and smashed into them.’
And so, he closed and opened his eyes, only to find he had returned to his rookie days.
If that’s the case…….
Then Vargas’s spearmanship and magical art, once used by the hero of the northern front in the past.
“This time, I’ll be the one to take them.”
A second chance, this time he would never allow himself to be used.
