Almark offered himself to his servants, Morgen cleaned up the garden, and Almark helped carry the bodies of the mercenaries from inside the mansion.
Large Delane's body was terribly heavy and had to be brought out sweaty by three men.
Almark bowed his head small to the pots and furniture scattered in the hallway upstairs as he carried the body.
Thank you. Thank you for protecting this hall.
The seriously wounded were transported to the city's treatment center, and the bodies of the guards and mercenaries were each arranged in the garden.
The guards are on the laid sheets.
The mercenaries are on the ground.
That's how it should be.
That's what Almark thought.
Mercenaries don't have graves.
That's what my father has always told me.
No one bothers to pick up the bodies of mercenaries and mourn them. Even if they are peers of the same mercenary regiment.
So that battlefield where I died becomes the graveyard of a mercenary.
If you want to remember a dead companion, remember that battlefield. Remember how the fellow fought and how he died. That's my biggest condolence to mercenaries.
Was that the night Yargus, who had one arm and a bully, died in battle when Rays stared at the flames of the bonfire and told Almark that?
... Even if I die, won't Dad pick up my body?
What would my father have answered when Almark heard that?
I don't remember anymore.
The servants accidentally bothered.
"Lady!"
Someone speaks up.
Wendy, with a bright blue face, came out of the hall, supported by Reesa.
"Guys, are you hurt? Are you okay?"
As Wendy shook her fine voice and cared for everyone, looking blue-whiter than anyone else who survived, a sob leaked from among the servants.
"My lady."
Good. You're safe.
The servants gather around Wendy, verbally speaking.
Speaking to each of them, Wendy walks slowly through the garden. gradually approaching Almark and Morgen, who were outside the circle of servants.
"Wendy."
Morgen spoke reluctantly.
The moment I saw the two faces, Wendy's face shone brightly.
"Almark, Morgen! Are you both okay?
He's a cheerful voice, like he always is. I look at Wendy with an unexpectedly surprised face, as did Reesa, who supported me.
As Almark and Morgen approached the small run, Wendy moved away from Reesa and ran over to the two of them.
"Lady!"
Reesa raises her voice in a panic, but Wendy doesn't stop.
The leg flutters.
When the two of them rush to stop Wendy from holding her from left to right, Wendy screams, shrugging, fun-looking, and keeps herself with them.
"Wendy, it's dangerous. You can't do this because it's empty."
"That's right. I thought you were going to get hurt."
Even if Morgen and Almark tell him that, Wendy won't leave with the two of them hugging her.
"Good."
Squeeze small.
"Huh?"
When Almark asks back, Wendy
"I said I'm glad."
I answered and suddenly saw Almark with a serious face.
Seeing tears all over his eyes, Almark couldn't say anything.
"I'm so glad we're both safe"
Then, stroke Almark's cheek wound with his fingers as if it were stuffy.
"You're hurt. I'm sorry."
"Why would Wendy apologize?"
"Because."
"It's not your fault."
"... yeah. Is Morgen okay?
"Yeah. Me, intact."
"Good."
With the three of us holding each other, talking about that,
"Lady!"
Ward's voice was called.
"If you don't think you're in your room, you're in a place like this! You shouldn't, unless you're off yet!
"I'm sorry, Ward"
Ward rushed over to Wendy's, who apologizes.
"Come on, over to your room. Stay away from the two of you."
Ward commands his servants to pull Wendy away from the two.
"Your body will be handicapped. Come on, get to your room."
That's when Wendy's gaze captured something and his eyes narrowed.
"Ward, over there."
"Go to your room. Your health is impaired."
"Ward, take me there."
"Your daughter's body comes first."
"Ward!"
Wendy's harsh voice struck the body of the old butler who was trying to pull her away from the garden and back into the room.
"I have a duty to see. Take him."
"Lady, please"
"Ward, this is an order."
"... Yes, sir."
A servant took him, and Wendy stood at the corner of the garden.
Trying to protect themselves, miserable corpses and accomplished guards.
Wendy knelt before him.
"... sorry"
In a small voice, apologize.
"For me, I'm sorry"
Almark and Morgen watched the figure from behind.
Wendy stays on her knees in front of the sheet, motionless.
"... I thought nobility would be easier."
That's what Morgen said as he stared at Wendy's little back.
"Wendy's amazing."
"... yeah"
Almark nodded.
Morgen keeps an eye on Wendy.
"If all those people died to protect me... I would"
"Oh."
Almark nods again.
Lots of people died for themselves.
Wendy is trying to shoulder that immeasurable responsibility on her own.
As the daughter of the Bar Herb family.
As a nobleman.
It's not my fault, what a cry I never say.
"Almark. I feel sorry for Wendy."
"Yeah."
Almark has no choice but to snort.
Almark doesn't have the words that Wendy can say right now.
Because I've never been in a position like Wendy.
Is this the difference in identity?
Almark felt it for the first time.
Wendy, who finally stood up, turned her legs toward the bodies of the mercenaries.
I heard Wendy whining before the body of a mercenary rolled to the ground.
"I won't allow it."
I didn't see Wendy's expression, but the word did reach Almark's ear as well.
"I don't know about mercenaries... I wish they were gone from this world"
Words of hate I've never heard before from Wendy.
Morgen sees Almark's face.
Almark shook his head small.
I don't deserve to say anything.
Beyond the sky was finally starting to whiten.
Almark couldn't take his eyes off Wendy's back.