"I..."
Seeing that Mr. Alistair didn't mock him or tempt him, but instead earnestly advised him, the Knight couldn't help but feel warmth in his heart.
But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything.
Because he indeed had no plan at all.
That was also something he blurted out on impulse.
—If Mr. Dark Cloud could impulsively speak even more taboo words, why couldn't he?
He was only in his teens this year, protected by his family, never considering those complicated matters.
"You're right, Mr. Alistair. I actually don't know what I'm supposed to do."
Barton fell silent for a moment, then still admitted:
"...My father told me to obey orders, maintain my composure, and be willing to sacrifice. To be brave, to fight for honor, for Avalon, for the queen.
"And my mother told me to be a good person... to learn to protect the weak, to be honest and fair, and to have reverence for life."
