"How could it be...?" Frey was slightly stunned and turned her head in disbelief to look at the girl beside her—Qian looked a bit younger than her, but her experiences made her appear much more mature.
"I am a mercenary, selling my life for money and survival. People like us are destined to eventually die in the next battle, which seems like a natural conclusion for us. Originally, I had no complaints." Qian seemed to recall her past as well. She held her wooden cup and swirled the golden liquid inside, quietly saying, "But because of an accident, the Lord changed my life, making me realize there is another way to live."
"I... don't know if I should be grateful to the Lord. I can somewhat understand what the Lord wants—he wants me to pursue something... But besides fighting, what else can I do?"
"So compared to this, I would rather be myself and die peacefully, rather than have it be someone else's doing."
"I'm sorry," Frey suddenly said.
"Huh?" Qian was taken aback.
