The guard leader, writhing on the ground from the pain, witnessed everything with his own eyes—the reaction of the eight knights behind the commander proved that she really was telling the truth when she said she had been kind today.
He realised that his luck was truly terrible. The woman in front of him was far crazier than he had imagined. Now, all he wanted was to get as far away from her as possible. He no longer cared about catching the silver-white-haired young man beside her, who was watching everything with an amused look on his face.
The leader thought he was crazy, too. He was dying here, and not one of them showed any sympathy for a dying man caught in this mess because of a bit of greed.
He should have been suspicious when he was offered such a large bonus just for accepting the task. The description didn't match any known influential figure, so he had let greed overtake his logical mind.
He regretted his decision with every fibre of his being now.
