The Person Counted On

Come to think of it, I've spent most of my life failing…

I've never been an ambitious person. I've never wanted to conquer anything or become someone powerful or respected. All I wanted was to protect those I cherished.

Even though the goal I set for myself couldn't get lower even if I wanted to, I still didn't manage to do that properly,

When I was younger, I was helpless when Eirinn's father sold her to the slave traders, resulting in her experiencing ten years of suffering. When I grew up, Cyranos, someone who was like a father and brother to me, died from an attack by the orcs. It was probably then when I came to understand the importance of power, so I started to train myself to gain power. Luckily, I was reasonably talented in that regard. But most laughably, when I thought I was finally strong enough to protect those I cared about, Minnie and Jaehart died before my eyes. I was later pursued so haggardly by the Eye of Arcana. If Annie wasn't there, I would've died already.

Yes… Annie…

If not for her, I would've been killed during my mercenary days. If not for her, I would've been toyed around by the officials in the imperial court. Without her, I would've died by Saron's hands. Power, bravery, confidence… She gave me far too much. She's the most important person in my life, yet I wasn't able to protect her properly… I am such a pathetic failure…

Goodbye,