Lucien nodded, admitting he had never lost anyone before. But his argument remained firm. Gibson's self-inflicted torment seemed foolish to him.
"How deep is your remorse to make you do this so often?" he asked, eating a strawberry from the basket.
"It's... something I can't measure, My Lord. But if you counted every drop of water in this world, my regret would still last until the day I die."
"That's how immense my regret is." Gibson's eyes stared into the distance as if recalling something painful.
Lucien furrowed his brows, looking seriously at him. "What are you doing to this unfortunate person?"
Gibson took a deep breath before beginning his story.
***
Gibson was a fortunate commoner who worked for Count Geoffrey. Diligent and meticulous, he quickly rose through the ranks.
