Leo's sword glinted coldly in the wind and snow.
'It's not that I haven't considered pledging allegiance to Kelvin, but that bastard is capable of killing his own brother. Why would he ever spare me, someone who has received so much kindness from Sylvan?'
Leo remembered it clearly. Three years ago, when he had just become a follower, Sylvan himself had taught him Swordsmanship. When he was injured in training, Sylvan had sent precious medicines for him.
The list of such kindnesses went on.
'But in Kelvin's eyes, these kindnesses are likely just proof of my guilt.'
'Better to follow Sylvan south than to be purged later.'
'Even if it means I'll be a follower for the rest of my life, with no chance of ever becoming an Official Knight, it's still better than being found dead in a ditch some dark night.'
He had also understood what Sylvan had left unsaid moments before.
