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Farewell, My General

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 693    |    Released on: 16/08/2024

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ay the villagers before heading into the kitche

whose features had grown more defined. It was hard

long to come back?" I said,

tucked my stray hair behind my ear. "

ecome even more handsome ove

e with me to Jasron and be a General's wife. Y

backgrounds. He was a peddler like me, and our lifestyles were similar. Married life promised fr

which meant rarely seeing my parents and losing the free life I

firmly. "No, I w

and grabbed a feather duster, ready to scold me. "Pattie, w

ont of me. "Honey, G

t to go to Jasron. I want

ear. "You foolish child, who would

"I won't marry him. I want to

e onto Gavin's horse. Before leaving, she handed me

Jasron to report for duty, so th

had stayed up sewing it? Her sewing skills were still terrible; I

alf a month, and I vomited

ght a campfire, and watch the stars and the m

tles. Once, their camp was ambushed, and the Prince was captured by the enemies. Gavin had sneaked into th

e nothing now. Do you want the girl to suffer with you? Why not stay for another two years and help me conquer th

ears. He said he thought of me every day in the army but felt he needed

be the most admired yo

had married someone else b

stion. The Prince replied, "By then, you'll be

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“Once, the little peddler who used to walk the streets with me transformed into a renowned and mighty general. He rode a tall horse and took me to Jasron, claiming he wanted to live a good life. But my wish was simply to open a shop in town, run a small business, and grow old slowly with Dad and Mom. Life in Jasron was tough; his colleagues mocked me, and the noble ladies looked down on me. The princess even said she wanted the emperor to give her the little general as a husband, telling me to go back from where I came. I never expected that being a general would be harder than being a little peddler. So, I left behind a divorce paper with a message: "You can be your great general, and I'll continue being my peddler. We have no connections, so let's not waste each other's time." What's so great about being a general? I want to be the freest peddler in the world.”
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