Nowaru

I won't bother counting.
Even in his armor, Shushuk was more agile than his opponents, and he easily finished them off. Now he stood in the blood-soaked grove, surrounded by fresh corpses.

Having dealt with the false followers of Ansgar, Shushuk wiped his sword on one of their clothes and searched the bodies, then sat down under a tree. No, he wasn't tired of crushing these rats; he just needed to think about what had happened. Only now did he begin to wonder if he had made the wrong decision by going east instead of north. After all, Ansgar's warriors were heading north. Although he didn't know for sure what had happened to the others, perhaps they were buried under rocks, or perhaps they were wandering through the caves, he felt guilty for not going to look for them. Or maybe it was meant to be? Maybe Ansgar had destined Shushuk for death in a larger, more glorious battle? These thoughts comforted Shushuk, but the feeling of guilt remained.
- Where is Rio? - suddenly remembering Rio, Shushuk looked around, but it seemed that there was no one else here besides him. - And where did he go? Never mind, I guess I haven't finished one thing yet.

Shushuk goes to the Knight's Honor.