Although Almark had already put the long sword in its scabbard, he had no intentions of fooling around with the body of Guisarte in front of him.
"...... Yes, sir. To be precise, I am the son of a mercenary from the north. I am no longer a mercenary ."
Almark nodded in agreement.
The servants, except for Ward, were busily engaged in rescuing the guards lying in the yard and clearing away the scattered pieces of the door.
One of the servants approached Ward and overheard him, and his conversation with Almark was cut short.
It was then that Almark noticed Morgen looking at him with a very pale and worried look on his face.
'Mogren,...... you noticed that too?»
'...... yeah. I overheard your conversation with the enemy mercenary while I was waiting in room. You were talking about your father."
".They seemed to know your father. They were talking about how they had fought and lost.'"
He nodded.
Ward gave some orders to the servants, then turned to Almark.
'Mr. Ward, I didn't mean to hide it. I was ......"
Almark tried to defend himself, but Ward shook his head.
"I have been aware of this from the very beginning. You have a very different atmosphere from the rest of the students at the Academy of Magic. And your calm attitude tonight: ......"
"They fight for a living, sometimes valiantly, sometimes brutally. I had heard only rumors that they weighed lives in gold, and that they were hated like snakes and scorpions by those who had a heart of gold."
Almark listens silently to Ward's words.
"The people who came to the house today were such people. I have just heard from the servants that thirteen of the guards lost their lives, four were seriously wounded, one was uninjured, and one was slightly injured. One uninjured and two slightly injured were those who abandoned their duties and escaped and were saved. I don't blame ...... for that."
(......The guards were not good enough, after all.)
Almark closed his eyes.
(If only I had more power.)
(If only I had anticipated today's attack and been better prepared.
(There were still so many things I could have done.)
(People born in a peaceful country lost their lives that they didn't have to lose.)
You need not feel responsible for their deaths."
Ward's voice was calm.
"They did their duty, and they did it well."
Ward was right.
Without their resistance, they would not have had time to evacuate Wendy.
Even if they had been able to protect Wendy, Ward and the other servants would have lost their lives.
"Right."
Almark nodded.
But he was left with an unfulfilled feeling.
A mercenary' is a prepared for death.
They never know that they will die on the battlefield, and they are always prepared for it, whether they are aware of it or not.
It must have been the same for today's attackers, Gizarte, Deran, and the others.
But did any of the guards of the mansion who lost their lives think that they might die today?
The thought of it leaves a bitter taste in Almark's heart.
He should be used to people death .
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Even though he has slain so many people himself.
Whether or not he knew of Almark's feelings, Ward continued.
"I was deeply impressed by the horror of being a mercenary. Only eight of them took out 20 of our guards without wounding a single person. They are truly the warriors ar, aren't they? Frankly, I was terrified."
Then he looked at Almark.
"Almost alone , you have defeated all of those men. Your tremendous power is equally terrifying to me.:
Almark froze.
It was natural for him to said this.
He understood that, but when this old butler, who was loyal to Wendy, said that to him, Almark felt as if his heart had been grabbed by an iron fist.
It was as if the trust he thought he had built steadily with Wendy up to this point was being completely destroyed.
It was a fear Almark had never felt before.
"Oh, ......."
He tried to say something, but the words wouldn't come out properly.
Wendy's smile appeared and disappeared in Almark's mind.
"I believe in you!"
Suddenly, Morgen screamed.
When Almark turned around in surprise, he saw Morgen, who had looked pale a moment before, looking at him with a red face and a desperate expression he had never seen before.
'It doesn't matter to me whether you're a mercenary or son. of mercenary Almark trusts me. I trust in you , too."
Morgen's voice was raised.
"Almark, whether you're a mercenary or not, I trust you!"
Morgen exclaimed with tears welling up in his eyes.
"Thank you, Morgen. I am ......."
After saying that much, Almark was at a loss for words again.
He didn't know what to say anymore.
"Mister Morgen. Please don't misunderstand me.”
Ward's voice sounded calm.
When Almark turned around, Ward's face was as calm as his voice.
What I have just said is only my personal opinion. I do not care about my personal feelings as the butler of the Barhaber family, although I do not mean to imply that I do.
Ward straightened his back.
"My personal feelings have no place in my job as butler."
"I am proud to say that I have served this family for many years as a butler."
"I am not qualified to discuss the right or wrong of the existence of mercenaries. What is important to me is that Mister Almark saved the young lady's life.'
"Nothing is more important to me than that," Ward said.
"Lord Morgen has a good point It doesn't matter if you are a mercenary or not, Mister Almark, you risked your life to save the young lady's life . . That alone is enough for me to put my trust in you."
Ward bowed deeply to Almark and Morgen.
"Thank you very much, Mister Almark and Mister Mogen. Thank you for your courage and dedication. Than, the young lady was saved. On behalf of my master Elmond, who is far away in Galuentor, I thank you."
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