"My escort," Dominic repeated.
"Escort?? What for?" Desilva asked, still trying to comprehend the words that Dominic muttered.
"As you said, I'm basically bedridden and even when my body is ready to move, I will still be weak and unable to perform a third of the things I used to do easily," Dominic explained, "that's why I need someone beside me who will help me do those things and help me throughout my day with my duties."
"D-don't you have Mr. Silver-haired man or that tough war lady?" Desilva asked nervously.
"They may be the closest to me, but they have jobs. Litian is the lieutenant general, meaning she has to look after the soldiers and war affairs while I'm gone, and Axel, the silver-haired man, is the head medic, so he too is going to be busy working with the other medics to help heal the injured people," Dominic continued, "I need someone who is fairly known around the camp by both the soldiers and the villagers to help me move around and keep an eye on me."
