Brand left Baron Gruding's castle without saying a word. Although he walked out of the castle gates like a king: no one dared to block his path, even the knights most loyal to Gruding only dared to press their hands against their longswords and nervously scatter to either side. But the young man felt no joy in his heart, his hand gripping tightly to his sword scabbard - as if the longsword were still there - the scabbard creaked under the excessive strength.
Yes, but he still compromised.
It wasn't fear of the combined forces of Madara and Baron Gruding that made him retreat, but the beseeching look in Qian's eyes moved him. Just like he could never become Macaro, he couldn't ignore Sanfde and other Grey Wolf Mercenaries who were lingering in the courtyard due to his anger.
He understood, those were the only family and reliance the girl had in this world. She had the right to do so.
But though he understood, he still felt oppressed and angry in his heart.
