New Blood of the Stag (4)
Their gazes met, but no words were exchanged. Keller was somewhat surprised that this mission had brought him to the same place as Brook.
Would the two training camps still cross paths?
But it did not matter. They had both appeared in the Sera Kingdom, so nothing was impossible.
What was the Stag Legion's mercy?
Keller had once asked his brother that very question. Back then, he had still been naïve, believing that mercy meant kindness toward the weak—helping and saving those trapped in suffering.
His brother had been silent for a long time, pondering many things before finally asking him: if a kind person began saving others, how many people could he save in his lifetime?
Keller had answered, many, many people. His brother had said that even if it was many people, it certainly would not be everyone.
To pity the suffering of many, yet be unable to tend to the suffering one had not seen—this was legendary, but not great enough.
The Stag Legion carried out Lord Ryan's will, and Ryan was great.
Lord Ryan's mercy was not about helping the suffering escape their misery, nor was it about saving victims. It was about letting every sufferer and victim see—
That they had come.
The arrival of the Stag Legion would naturally not bring destruction or disaster. Instead, it would let the suffering see the dawnlight of hope.
Their appearance, their arrival, would let those in suffering see hope of escaping it. This was the [mercy] that belonged to the Stag Legion's attendants.
"Those people will never know our names, but when they sleep an extra hour tomorrow, they will understand it is because we came here."
As Keller pondered this, Thal ahead had already spoken on behalf of Ryan and