Almark offered himself a servant, Morgan cleaned up the garden, and Almark helped transport the mercenaries' bodies from the Mansion.
The massive body of Delane was so heavy that three men sweated and had to be taken out.
While carrying the body, Almark lowered his head to a small pot and furniture scattered in the corridor upstairs.
Thank you. Thank you for protecting this building.
The seriously wounded were transported to the city hospital, and the bodies of the guards and mercenaries were lined up in the garden.
The guards lay on the sheets.
The mercenaries are on the ground.
That's what it's supposed to be.
Almark thought so.
Mercenaries don't have graves.
That's what my father always told me.
No one will go out of their way to pick up the bodies of mercenaries and mourn them. Even if you are a member of the same mercenary regiment.
That's why the battlefield where you died becomes a mercenary's grave.
If you want to remember your dead companions, remember the battlefield. Remember how your people fought and died. That is the greatest condolence for mercenaries.
Raise stared at the flames of the fire and told Almark that it was the night Yargus, who was bullying with one arm, died in battle.
... won't Dad pick up my body when I'm dead?
What did Almark say when he heard that?
I don't remember anymore.
The servants were surprised.
"Lady!"
Someone speaks up.
Supported by Lisa, Wendy, with her pale face, came out of the building.
"Is everybody hurt? Are you okay?"
With a paler face than anyone else who survived, Wendy squeezed her tiny voice and cared for everyone, sobbing leaked from among the servants.
"Welcome, young lady."
Hello. You're safe.
The servants gathered around Wendy whispering.
Wendy walks slowly through the garden, speaking to each of them. Gradually approaching Almark and Morgan, who were outside the servants' circle.
"Wendy"
Morgan tended to hesitate to speak up.
The moment I saw both faces, Wendy's face glowed.
"Almark, Morgan! Are you two okay?
It's a vibrant voice as usual. Lisa looked at Wendy in surprise.
As Almark and Morgan approached the runway, Wendy ran away from Lisa and ran towards them.
"Lady!"
Lisa screams, but Wendy doesn't stop.
The leg is wobbly.
When the two of them rushed to hold Wendy from the left and right, Wendy screamed, "Hah, ha, ha, ha."
"Wendy, look out. It's magically empty, so don't push it."
"That's right. I thought I was gonna get hurt."
Even if Morgan and Almark say so, Wendy won't leave without holding them.
"Good."
Murmur small.
Huh?
When Almark answers, Wendy
I said, "Good."
He answered and suddenly saw Almark with a serious face.
After seeing tears in his eyes, Almark couldn't say anything.
"I'm so glad we're both safe."
Then I stroked Al Mark's cheek wound with my fingers.
"You're injured. I'm sorry."
Why would Wendy apologize?
"Because."
It's not your fault.
"... yeah. Is Morgan okay?
"Yeah, I'm intact."
"Good."
I was hugging the three of you and talking about that.
"Lady!"
Ward said.
"If you don't think you're in the room, here's the place! You mustn't, if you haven't rested yet!
I'm sorry, Ward.
Ward rushed to apologize to Wendy.
"Go to your room. Please stay away from the two of you."
Ward orders his servants to pull Wendy away from them.
"I'm sick. Come on, let's get to your room."
At that time, Wendy's gaze captured something and her eyes became thinner.
Ward, over there.
"Go to your room. It's not good for you."
Ward, take him over there.
"Your daughter's body is first."
Ward!
Wendy's harsh voice struck the body of an old butler trying to pull her away from the garden and back into the room.
"I have a duty to see. Take him away."
"Lady, please."
Ward, this is an order.
"... yes."
Wendy stood in the corner of the garden with a servant.
Ruthless corpses and fruitless guards trying to protect themselves.
Wendy knelt before that.
"... I'm sorry."
Apologize with a small voice.
"For me, I'm sorry."
Almark and Morgan watched him from behind.
Wendy remained on her knees in front of the sheets and did not move.
"... I thought it would be easier for a nobleman."
That's what Morgan said, staring at Wendy's little back.
"Wendy's amazing."
"... yeah"
Almark nodded.
Morgan keeps an eye on Wendy.
"If that's how many people died to protect me... I would have."
Ah.
Almark nodded again.
Many people have died for themselves.
Wendy is about to take on that immeasurable responsibility alone.
As the daughter of the Bar Herb family.
As a nobleman.
It's not my fault. I'll never cry.
"Almark. Poor Wendy."
"Yeah."
Almark had to nod.
Almark doesn't have the words that Wendy can use right now.
I've never been in a position like Wendy.
Is this the difference in identity?
Almark felt it for the first time.
Wendy finally stood up and turned to the mercenaries' bodies.
I heard Wendy murmuring in front of a mercenary body rolled over the ground.
"I won't forgive you."
I couldn't see Wendy's expression, but the words did reach Almark's ears.
"Mercenaries... I wish they weren't here anymore."
A hate word Wendy has never heard of.
Morgan sees Almark's face.
Almark shook his head small.
I'm not qualified to say anything.
The other side of the sky finally began to whiten.
Almark couldn't keep an eye on Wendy's back.