Reimian Empire

If the Heavens are truly not joking, and given that Tsukiko is positioned nearby according to the arrangement, I demand all possible attempts to anticipate intentions, observe for suspicious activity, and subsequently attempt to intervene.

Jerl knocks Kurata off his feet and prevents him from moving.
- Commander, are you crazy?! - tears glistened in the old comrade's eyes; he couldn't punch Kurata in the jaw, so he slapped him on the forehead. - I won't let you die here! We'll still go fishing at the cottage by the lake, with a woman on our laps and a beer in our hands, just like we always wanted! We'll pick strawberries!
Jerl disarms the moaning and struggling Kurata, ties him up, and throws him into the cart.
- Don't worry, I'll take you to the city, where they'll take care of you. And the shackles are for your own good, so you don't do anything wrong. You took good care of me, Commander, and now I'll take care of you. You'll live a long life and thank me, I guarantee it.