Tristan's face was filled with anger:
"Who are you?"
Merlin shrugged, pointing to his chest:
"Just a few days ago you pierced your lance through this spot, and now you're asking me who I am?"
Tristan raised his lance at Merlin:
"So, not only did you pretend to be my close friend, but you also witnessed all of it when he died?"
Merlin revealed an innocent smile:
"Yes, I was standing right next to you at the time. What's the matter, you were the one who took action."
Tristan shook his head:
"If that child knew, she would be very disappointed."
Merlin said indifferently:
"She didn't pin her hopes on me, and other people's feelings have nothing to do with me. I just do what I have to do."
Tristan wondered:
"What you have to do? You mean watching Bedwell die helplessly and then letting that child believe you're on her side?"
Merlin waved his hand:
