Even with the matter at hand, he had never wanted to get involved in the struggle between the Jade Phoenix and the Ghost Chariot. But now, monsters were coveting his life in the wilderness of Rosalin, and those people seemed to have seen through this weakness. If he refused, would the Rosalin family really have no choice but to wait for death on this side of Wagtail Strait?
And back to Swallow Plain.+
That was the Rosalin family's accumulated effort over countless years.
The fat on his face twitched uncontrollably. He knew perfectly well that he was not someone capable of accomplishing great things, and was even less capable than his father. But sometimes it was like forcing someone onto a road with a knife at his throat. He had no choice but to make this decision.
Whatever. He would take things one step at a time.
After the helpless anger in his heart faded, the Lord of Rosalin grew somewhat dejected. He raised his head, only to see a somewhat familiar face.
Huh?
Wasn't that the young man from earlier?
He froze, then suddenly cried out as if he had seen a ghost. The shock sent him tumbling headfirst from his horse, and he fell unconscious on the spot.
The Lord's knights immediately erupted into chaos. They hurriedly shouted and scrambled to lift the absurdly fat man from the ground.
Brando stood before them, staring somewhat speechlessly at the disorderly scene. Did I really look that frightening?
He shook his head and turned around.
Boban stood beside him, covering his blood-soaked right arm with one hand. He gave Brando a helpless look that seemed to ask for his understanding. After all, his lord was merely an ordinary man, and the Rosalin family had kept to itself for so long