Ragnar looked at the leaving convoy, and a feeling of loss enshrouded his mind. Even though he wasn't a kindred being, the descendants of his followers and his friends were like juniors to him. Hence, he involuntarily felt a sense of responsibility for them. His regret of past of not being able to save his comrades did cloud his judgement at these times.
He closed his eyes and then sighed a deep breath. He knew that making amends with his current strength was not possible. At minimum, he would need to revert back to his past level to set right the current situation of these peoples. But the path he was going to walk was long. He knew that he couldn't leap like his previous life since this time, his objective was to reach the level of that bastard.
