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Andrew took a moment to consider her request.
“When do you need them? And how many people at once?”
Isabella mulled it over before replying, “A group of people. They can all come at once. But I’ll assess their conditions first. After that, I’ll prioritize treating those with more severe or unique injuries. This needs to be explained to them beforehand.”
Andrew nodded.
“Understood. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of it.”
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“Thank you, Andrew.”
With that matter settled, Isabella felt an undeniable sense of relief wash over her.
Thinking of Andrew’s efficiency, she carefully listed the necessary equipment and medicines for the treatment process. She also made special arrangements for an operating room and a ward in the hospital under Patton Group.
At the military district, in an office, Andrew, holding the files of retired veterans, expressed his gratitude to Elton.
“Lieutenant General Avila, I truly appreciate your help.”
Elton casually waved it off.
“With your position, you could have easily obtained this information yourself. I just happened to cross your path, so it saved some time. But I’m curious, Andrew—what exactly are you planning to do with these veterans’ files?”
Andrew didn’t inquire further into the specifics of Isabella’s treatment of these veterans. So, he simply explained, “The Klein Group is pulling a batch of products from the market, and I was hoping to see if they’d be appropriate for donation to veteran welfare organizations. I need an update on their current conditions.”
Elton’s expression softened.
“That’s admirable, Andrew. I’ll convey my thanks to you on behalf of the veterans.”
“It’s the least I can do, Lieutenant General Avila. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”
“Of course, go ahead.”
As Andrew departed, Elton’s smile faded, returning to his usual, more serious demeanor.
Lowe stepped up beside him, watching Andrew’s figure disappear. Shaking his head with quiet admiration, he spoke in a tone laced with respect.
“Back then, Andrew spent two years in the military region, rising through the ranks with impressive speed. Initially, the soldiers were skeptical of his abilities, but he requested to stay with each team for a full week, rotating through all of them. He eventually won them over. Time’s flown by, and his intensity has softened, but his reputation still lingers. Even after leaving the army, and with only an honorary title to his name, he commands great respect.”
Elton narrowed his eyes, drawn back into memories by Lowe’s words.
His hands clasped in front of him, Elton stared ahead, then asked suddenly, “Lowe, which Andrew do you think would’ve been a better fit for the military—the one from back then or the one we see now?”
Lowe pondered the question. Andrew had distanced himself from the military, and considering the influence of the Klein family, it was unlikely he’d ever return to active duty. Though he didn’t fully understand the purpose of Elton’s question, he gave an honest response.
“Our military region is divided between the frontlines and the rear. In terms of combat, the Andrew from back then was definitely better suited, but for the rear…”
He hesitated before concluding, “The Andrew of today would be a much better fit. You might not believe it, Lieutenant General Avila, but sometimes, when I look into Andrew’s eyes, I feel like I’m staring into his grandfather’s. Andrew has always been a man of many layers. But with the weight he carries, Andrew was never meant to stay in the military. You were right all along—the military region couldn’t keep him.”
Lowe finished speaking and gave a soft, resigned sigh.
He was a generation older than Andrew, and back when Andrew first entered the military region, Lowe had been the one to personally escort him to his duty station.
Many years had passed since those early days, and in that time, Lowe had climbed from a major general’s aide to a lieutenant general’s aide, while Andrew had risen to prominence as a powerful figure in the business world.
Andrew was a true prodigy, someone who could excel in any field, and seeing his rapid ascent made Lowe realize just how quickly the young man had evolved.
Elton didn’t speak for a long while. Then, after a moment of deep thought, he shifted the conversation.
“Let’s not dwell on the past. Earlier, I asked you to look into Isabella. How’s that investigation going?”
Lowe stepped forward, ready to report.
“I’ve looked into her background. It’s a bit complicated. She had moved between cities and even countries, only returning to her biological parents as an adult. After thorough analysis, though, there’s no major concern. Her personality is calm, and she’s not prone to impulsive behavior. No extra precautions are necessary.”
Elton gave a nod of approval.
“I see. You can go now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Lowe saluted and left the office, and Elton returned to his desk.
The office was simple—just a rectangular desk, a wooden chair, and a metal cot along the side. On the wall, a machete hung, its blade etched with the shape of wolf teeth, next to a map of the region.
Elton walked over, carefully taking the machete down. His fingers traced the familiar texture, his expression growing distant as memories flooded his mind.
He was the son of one of Denby’s comrades-in-arms. After he lost his parents at a young age, Denby had taken him in and raised him. This machete had been a gift from Denby before Elton entered the military region.
He could still remember the day clearly. After he lost his parents, Denby had taken him into his home, recognizing his budding interest in military matters. Denby had then invited him to train with his daughter.
However, while people might share the same passion for certain things, talent varied from person to person—some were naturally more gifted than others.
Denby’s daughter, Alvina Thatcher, had shown extraordinary talent, a gift that had set her apart.
Elton, a man, found himself completely overshadowed by the young girl in training in every conceivable way.
It crushed him.
To pull him from his despair, Denby placed the machete he’d used for years into Elton’s hands and said, “Some people are born to be weapons. If you can’t be the sharpest, then be the one who wields it. Elton, you will be the one who wields the sharpest weapon.”
Those words pulled Elton from his misery, grounding him in a new sense of purpose.
From then on, Denby shifted his training, focusing on guiding Elton in strategy and tactics. Denby’s words became a mantra he carried with him.
Soon, whispers spread throughout the military compound—Elton was a promising prospect, someone who would one day take over Denby’s position.
He shared this with Denby, and rather than dismiss it, Denby only encouraged him.
“If that’s the case, you’d better work hard. My position isn’t something that’s easily taken.”
Back then, Elton believed he could one day step into that role. With a pat on his chest, he vowed to give his all.
As time passed, Elton threw himself into his work, achieving stellar results.
But when Alvina entered the military region, the truth became undeniable.
It was never going to be him.
Only one person could take Denby’s place. Alvina, whom Denby had shaped from childhood.
When she chose to be a weapon, she became the sharpest.
When she chose to wield the blade, it was with unmatched skill. Elton had trained tirelessly according to Denby’s plans, yet no amount of effort could match Alvina’s effortless excellence.
After all those years of striving, Elton couldn’t help but wonder—what was the value of his hard work if it meant he could never achieve his dream?
The biggest mistake of his life was sabotaging Alvina’s mission, leading to her untimely death. Yet, oddly enough, he had no regrets.
Alvina was remarkable, yes, but so what? After losing her chance to be the weapon or wield it, she posed no real threat. With her gone, Elton believed his goal was within reach.
But then another figure appeared in the military region—one who bore the unmistakable shadow of Alvina.
This new threat was even more formidable than Alvina had ever been. He was young, sharp, and more talented.
He was Alvina’s son, Andrew.
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