Chapter 194 Ustad’s Melancholy
Ustad hesitated before attending the victory banquet of the three Chapters.
Had Farzad not found him at the edge of the fire, he might not have attended the banquet at all.
“Ustad!”
Farzad shouted.
"Here!"
He raised his hands, gave Bifarzad a bear hug, and then pulled him into the noisy banquet area.
“I haven’t seen you all day.”
Ustad smiled awkwardly but politely and replied:
“War The leader entrusted me with something... In fact, I only left for a while, but you were too happy and ignored the time."
Ustad looked over the shoulders of his battle brothers. In the hall of the Mother of Tears, warriors from all three Chapters gathered together to share with each other their experiences in this battle and how many aliens they had killed.
Although it was in a golden hall with a strong Baal style, the main color of the banquet was still dark green, symbolizing death.
It is dotted with bits of bright yellow.
As for the silver gray, you have to look carefully to see it.
This is the most realistic situation of the three war groups.
The battle in the Ferron system is basically over. The greenskins once again suffered a devastating blow from the empire just like in the past. All the glory basically belongs to the ascetics who initiated the battle. The Astral Knights and Lamenters may be able to He got a small share, but he would never be the first one to appear in the official battle records.
The larger banquet ended in the morning of Terra time. The Imperial Navy and all senior officers and political officials of the Astra Militarum who participated in the war, about a hundred people, gathered together with the Astartes. Together, share the fruits of victory.
It was a very ritualistic banquet, at least in Ustad's opinion, full of clichés.
"Oh my God, you are in such a miserable state."
Farzad said, grabbing Ustad's arm.
"Brothers, this is Ustad, the captain of our other team."
Farzad turned and said to the crowd, which were some gathered ascetic warriors, judging from their military rank They are all captains and company commanders.
“What you said is too insightful,”
Ustad shook his head. He had heard that Farzad was very popular among ascetics, and he was also very popular among ascetics. He made many friends, but he didn't expect that they were all already involved with officer-level soldiers.
In contrast, he is indeed too introverted.
The ascetic warriors greeted Ustad and looked at the "stranger" at the same time
Yes, even in the Astral Knights Chapter, Ustad looks like a "Stranger", and his other hidden identity, will only make him more distant from other people.
"Sit down, take a sip, and tell us about your experience in the battle. You must have a lot to say."
An ascetic warrior spoke, starting from Judging from his helmet and shoulder insignia, he should be a veteran of the Second Company.
“Just plain.”
Ustad returned with a smile.
"Compared to Farzad, I am not an outstanding warrior. Why don't you tell me about your battles? You must have many things that I have not experienced."
And so they did, the ascetics eager to impress him.
Maybe it’s just for Farzad’s sake.
But Ustad, who was holding the wine glass, only listened to half of it.
Continuing their tradition on the barbaric planet, the Ascetic Chapters were quite liberal at banquets, filling the smoky room with their revelry.
Yet despite the lively banquet, beyond the loud jokes and old songs, there was an emptiness that hung over the place.
Haunting echoes came from the corners of the room, where there should have been more living noises, but now there were only lurking ghosts. The Weeper Chapter lost more than twenty battle brothers in the battle, which was a relatively serious casualty for their already sparse population.
Ustad has a hard time imagining that the seats will ever be filled again.
This reminded him of the fate of their Chapter.
“Ustad?”
Farzad suddenly put his hand on Ustad’s shoulder.
Ustad blinked and found that everyone was looking at him expectantly, and some of them were still smiling.
Their story has been told, but Ustad didn't listen at all.
"Wonderful story, brave action."
Ustad said seriously:
"Your courage will add many songs to your hometown."
He stood up carefully.
“Thank you for inviting me to have a drink, and thank you for sharing. I have to leave now. I still have a lot of things to deal with.”
Farzad looked at him with concern.
"Ah, what a busy man, no doubt about it!"
he said to the others, the words warmer than his eyes, and then he hugged Us once more Tad.
“I understand that you like to be alone.”
Farzad whispered to Ustad.
"But don't be an outsider anymore, my brother, come back soon, the war group is not only ours, but also yours."
Farzad's concern burned Wu as much as the harsh insults. Stud's heart, and he left with as little disgrace as possible.
Then he found a secluded place where no one would disturb him.
He began to drink a lot of liquor produced in Supole and mixed with the blood and venom of various beasts. He drank it until he was dizzy for a while - this kind of liquor was often used by ascetics. Experience "near-death meditation" where just a small sip is enough to kill a dozen mortals.
I don’t know when, but in his cup, a strong melancholy enveloped him.
Ustad and his peers never quite clicked.
He had a hard time accepting the boisterous teasing that came and went, and others thought he was too stern.
But he has his own way of life. He leads the team to fight with honor, and takes it easy when not fighting.
The strangeness in his spine made him feel itchy all over.
This made his heart fall into greater pain, but the shadow covered his melancholy face.
The gifts of the ancient legions given to him by the Order had not worked until now, and he was unable to mobilize them, which made him look like a failure.
He felt that he had failed the expectations of the Chapter Master and Brother Seid. He had been burdened with such a huge secret, but could not play any role.
Soon, Ustad was drunk.
He drank a lot of strong alcohol that would kill a mortal instantly. Some of the liquid flowed onto his armor, but he didn't care.
"Why..."
He murmured into the wine glass:
"What the hell is this because of."
In Ustad's body, his strengthened body was fighting with the strong liquor. A losing battle.
Slowly, his eyelids drooped, and he slowly fell to the ground against the wall, spilling the wine in the glass.
But what he didn't realize was that when he lost consciousness, the wine spilled on the ground was slowly turning into frost...
(End of this chapter)