Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground novel Chapter 1504

Chapter 1504: Next Move

"Sure, ’persuasive’." Magnus chuckled. "I’m sure you know exactly what I’m talking about."

Memories of Anorah being ’persuasive’ raced through Atticus’ mind and he exhaled.

"If it’s any consolation," Magnus said, glancing at him, "I’ve never once regretted my decision. Even now. There’s no one I’d rather be with than Freya."

Atticus smiled softly and looked toward a distant direction where a lone woman stood.

"Thank you, Grandpa," he said quietly. " I know Grandma Freya feels the same way."

Magnus’ expression tightened, and he slowly curled his fingers into a fist.

"...yes."

Atticus excused himself after that, appearing before a vast field. His eyes immediately found Anorah, standing in brooding silence before a long stretch of graves.

Noctis, having apparently accepted his fate, was plopped on her head, fast asleep.

Her silky golden hair swayed gently in the night wind. While Atticus had spent the last hours scouring the region to ensure every last Redflame was dead, Anorah had instead focused on gathering the fallen resistance members.

It didn’t matter if their heads were severed or their bodies burnt to ash, she gathered whatever pieces she could.

As the bonfire was lit and the survivors partied behind them, she had been here, digging graves for the dead.

"They died fighting for their beliefs," Atticus said as he stepped beside her. "There’s no prouder death."

Anorah didn’t look away from the graves.

"I used to think the same thing," she murmured, a sad smile on her lips. "But dead is dead. Either way, your beliefs end with you."

"But they don’t."

Anorah slowly turned toward him.

"You hold the same belief. And so do the dozens of others still alive. They died knowing you’d carry it with you."

Anorah clenched her fist, her eyes softening as she nodded.

"...Mhm."

Silence settled between them for a moment.

"So... what now?"

"This again?... You’re the man, remember?" she murmured.

"Oh? I would think you already collected that title from me after everything."

"What are you talking about?"

Atticus suddenly took a dramatic step back, raised his arm to the sky like he was lifting a heroic sword, and, using the highest pitched voice he could muster, declared:

"Protect your home! Never give up!"

Anorah’s face instantly flushed beet red.

"Atticus..."

But Atticus didn’t stop. He manipulated light around him, letting it radiate off his body like some holy beacon.

"For the resistance!"

"You...!" Anorah lunged at him, but Atticus was already retreating at full speed.

"For the resistance! For the resistance!"

"You’re courting death!"

Anorah’s speed doubled, and the two of them turned into blurs streaking across the field. The commotion jolted Noctis awake.

"Kuu... dada!"

The moment he realized Atticus was the target, the little creature’s eyes narrowed. Finally able to take revenge for earlier, he joined the chase with enthusiasm.

"Come back here!"

"Kuu!"

"Alright, alright!" Atticus finally stopped, throwing his hands up. "Take it easy on me!"

Anorah didn’t. She tackled him hard, slamming him into the ground. Noctis happily drenched his face with slobber while she sat on him, staring directly into his eyes.

"Making jokes, aren’t we."

Atticus coughed, looking away.

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