We observed mercenaries gearing up for another demon hunt. My sister, eager to protect our family, yearned to join them.
Such a noble child.
I pleaded with them to let us accompany them, but one voice altered everything. A contemptible man made me reconsider. He towered over me as I knelt, his voice, a low growl akin to a hyena's, resonating in the air,
"Let them join our journey. They can clean utensils and wash our clothes."
My sister helped me to my feet. I didn't want to face that man, hoping I was mistaken about his voice. But once I stood, I recognized him. He was the one.
I seized my sister's hand and fled from them.
"Blaze, why shouldn't we join them? Blaze!" my sister kept questioning, but she wasn't prepared to learn the truth about that man.
I wish I didn't have to reveal this.
"Be quiet, Hilde."
My sister fell silent after that. I'm sorry, Hilde, but I hope you'll understand someday.
