Count Bran's little head shook regretfully, and its bare tail feathers trembled along with it.
"Oh, Mr. Fabian, a heart of gold... What a pity. Such a bad ending."
Yano sighed softly as well, raising a hand to his chest in prayer for the priest, hoping he could return to the gods' warm and sacred divine kingdom.
Then he continued.
"That avenger named Kelvin gained power, left the Swamp, and returned to the borderlands for revenge."
"In fact, these two sheets of parchment were the last relics he left behind. After leaving the Swamp, he never returned."
Count Bran leaned over to look. Sure enough, the letter ended with the words, "To be continued, wait for my return."
"Poor knight," it cawed twice. "That Calon Scott probably chopped his head off."
Yano's expression turned desolate at those words, and his voice became somewhat muffled.
"But I never heard about this during training, and the Border Guard Legion never mentioned it either. I thought... the legion was fair."
"Ohoho, so you reckless fellow attended knight training too. But you're wrong about that. Fairness? I've lived this long and never once seen such a thing."
Count Bran patted him with a wing and consoled him. "Worms infest everywhere, but even among believers pursuing forbidden powers, there are people like Mr. Fabian with hearts of gold, aren't there?"
Yano's shoulders relaxed somewhat, and he forced out a smile.
"Thanks, Count. I've seen plenty of nobles like Calon, but I just couldn't believe the Border Guard Legion had worms like that too..."
As the child of a borderland noble family, he had grown up steeped in the legendary tales of the Border Guard Legion.
"Ian Simmons of the West Border Wall," "Granville Arevalo of the Frostwolf Silver Cavalry," "Alvin the Wind Breaker"... These names