They say he became a wastrel who chipped away at his father's renown, and honestly, I think I would have gone crooked in his place too. He must have made his own efforts as the scion of a prestigious house, only to live forever in the shadow of a monster of a father.
At the time, I was called a rising young knight and a war hero, so even a direct descendant of Steinhof risked being eclipsed by my fame. It was a valid concern. But Fiel didn't see it that way.
"I joined the Gale Knights, fought countless battles, and met good subordinates and a good superior. I was able to grow thanks to the Gale Knights and to you, Commander. I am truly grateful."
"Now that you've risen so spectacularly, your father can't say a word against it."
"...It's the opposite. If anything, he's egging me on."
Egging him on? At the unexpected answer, Hilda and I looked at each other.
As if remembering something, Elisabeth let out a small cry.
"Ah! So that's why Father sent me that letter."
