The deep and weary eyes moved away from Mark, looking at his broken body.
A voice filled with sighs sounded from Donovan's mouth.
"Once, as a father, I thought that as long as I could protect the Ducas Clan and the Marquisate of Dukas, it would be enough."
"But now as a father I understand, it is because I am old, afraid to witness life passing, turning into corpses..."
"For as long as one faces war, casualties are inevitable!"
"They are either someone's children, a wife's husband, or a child's father..."
"Perhaps because at this near end, as a father, I instead feel that your thinking is correct."
"Only by possessing a powerful military force can the Ducas Clan make the enemy fearful and prevent them from having any unwarranted thoughts against us."
"Even if the journey to become stronger requires a greater price, it is worth it."
Donovan's gaze shifted back to Mark beside the large bed, speaking solemnly.
