"Even among the Nobles, there are people like you who think this way, Rhodes. I'm helping you," Malin said.
Northism is still too weak. They're far from enough. Malin could only console Rhodes, "Your power is insufficient. Remember, survival comes before revenge for Mendel. Only living can ensure you can carry out that revenge. The Nobles don't appear to be lying about this."
"...Yes, you're not wrong. On this matter, both I and Cousin Sudel have said the same thing," the young man said with a sigh.
Then, with firm resolve, he declared, "I must avenge Lord Mendel, even if it costs me my life!"
Malin empathetically patted the young man's shoulder, and just then, both of them heard a gunshot.
It echoed deeply.
"Where did the shot come from?" Rhodes looked in the direction the carriage had departed.
"No idea," said the soldiers resting downstairs.
Malin leaped down from the watchtower, shouting, "Guards, move out!" in a commanding tone. "Towards the direction of the convoy!"
