Heroist
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Leaving the others to liberate the prisoners and search the cave, Renold returned to the entrance of the Dungeon. Sighing wearily, he leaned his back against the cold stone wall and slid down to the floor, staring blankly ahead.
—Ren, Ren, what happened there? —Ilva rushed to him, terrified. —What were those people, and those beasts? Why did you let them go?
The young man raised his eyes and assessed his sister's pale, frightened face for a few moments, then slowly shook his head.
—Why are you silent? Are you hurt? Was anyone from our group injured? Just say something!
But he couldn't hear her words right now. Two entities, two beliefs, which had recently found common ground, were desperately battling within him. Now, the echoes of their merciless duel flickered like lights in his eyes.
—Ren?... —a familiar whisper sounded very close.
—Everything is alright, Il. —With effort, he shook off the last, haunting obsession and forced a crooked smile. —Everything is fine with me and the others.
—But what then....
—Everything is as it should be. I almost forgot. —Renold nodded to himself. —I am not a brave hero, not a heartless paladin, and not even a greedy mercenary. I fight not for grand ideals, money, or glory, not for strangers, not for the one-eyed count, and not even for my father. I do it for you, and for my comrades. As for the rest... I don't care about them.
Smiling slightly, Renold cheerfully stood up and confidently patted his astonished sister on the shoulder.
—Yes! What a day, huh? Well, it's time for us to get out of here, don't you think?
Finding nothing to say, Ilva quietly nodded.
—Ren, Ren, what happened there? —Ilva rushed to him, terrified. —What were those people, and those beasts? Why did you let them go?
The young man raised his eyes and assessed his sister's pale, frightened face for a few moments, then slowly shook his head.
—Why are you silent? Are you hurt? Was anyone from our group injured? Just say something!
But he couldn't hear her words right now. Two entities, two beliefs, which had recently found common ground, were desperately battling within him. Now, the echoes of their merciless duel flickered like lights in his eyes.
—Ren?... —a familiar whisper sounded very close.
—Everything is alright, Il. —With effort, he shook off the last, haunting obsession and forced a crooked smile. —Everything is fine with me and the others.
—But what then....
—Everything is as it should be. I almost forgot. —Renold nodded to himself. —I am not a brave hero, not a heartless paladin, and not even a greedy mercenary. I fight not for grand ideals, money, or glory, not for strangers, not for the one-eyed count, and not even for my father. I do it for you, and for my comrades. As for the rest... I don't care about them.
Smiling slightly, Renold cheerfully stood up and confidently patted his astonished sister on the shoulder.
—Yes! What a day, huh? Well, it's time for us to get out of here, don't you think?
Finding nothing to say, Ilva quietly nodded.
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