"Perhaps this generation of the Antobruo Family could protect Magdal as an ordinary person, but they could not protect the real her. I know the mysteries surrounding her have never dissipated. Perhaps at some point, that 'terrifying' thing will return. If possible, I hope you can lend the Antobruo Family a hand. I may not have been able to help Mr. Darus much back then, but I have always remained utterly loyal to His Excellency the Marshal. I hope that, for the sake of this old face of mine, you will agree to this dying man's request."
"Grandfather..." Princess Magdal called out softly. "You don't have to do this..."
Brando glanced at the two of them, shook his head, and replied, "Mr. Blanc, my grandfather passed away early, but considering that humans live to an average age of more than one hundred and fifty, you're still in the prime of your life. Saying such things now is rather dispiriting. I believe that with your abilities, protecting Magdal won't be a problem at all. But if that day really comes, I will certainly intervene. Not because of your request, but because Princess Magdal is also my friend."
"Mr. Brando," Magdal looked at him gratefully. "Thank you."
"Your grandfather was just as bold and spirited back then. You two are truly identical." The old marshal sighed. "It would no longer be appropriate for me to return to the Antobruo Duchy. I was unable to follow His Excellency the Marshal back then, but now, being able to serve loyally at the side of his equally outstanding descendant may perhaps be one way to make up for that regret."
Brando froze for a moment, then suddenly felt as though he had picked up five million while walking down the street. As the saying went,