Guyon: home... the Emperor... the Emperor, yes! Cadia stands!
Beata: nooo!
Guyon: for the Emperor! Death to the xenos!
Beata: Guyosha, you b****, what's wrong with you again, you idiot 😩
- Oh, excellent. Don't you want to go back to the army? To my combat unit. You'll defend the motherland. You'll fulfill your manly duty. You might even become famous!
"With my luck, I'll become famous as the person who sustained the most injuries in the shortest amount of time. Or I'll end up in slavery again."
Guyon was tempted to say that he was already defending the motherland and fulfilling his duty (why does it have to be a "manly" duty? Most of Carneola are women who could give many men a run for their money in a fight) by working for the princess, but something told him that this would raise too many questions and draw too much attention from the army to their group. Did they need that? No, they didn't.
- No, thank you, - he smiled. - I appreciate your offer, but I prefer the freedom of choice that a mercenary has. Greater flexibility in decisions and actions, I can help those who are rarely helped by professional soldiers. If our army protects Welfern on a state level, then people like me work on a more personal level. Both are certainly important, but I prefer an individual approach.
"And mercenaries can also use questionable and unpopular methods that wouldn't work for soldiers, which is also valuable."
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