Every word he spoke struck Angus's frozen heart like a hammer, sending tumultuous waves through him.
Suddenly, Aus extended his hand, his tone exceptionally solemn.
"Knight Angus Fisher."
"Are you willing to take up the sword and shield of a Knight once more?"
"Not for me, Augustus, personally. And not for some corrupt and decaying aristocracy."
"But rather—"
"For the people of the Empire who, like your wife and daughter, ought to be protected, yet are now suffering."
"Are you willing—with me, and with Lynch—"
"to try... and change things?"
The sunlight fell upon Augustus just then, illuminating eyes that shone with idealism and resolve.
Tears streamed down Angus's face as he knelt on the ground. With a trembling hand, he raised his powerful grip and clasped Aus's hand tightly.
"Your guilty servant, Angus Fisher…" he choked out, yet he spoke with all his might, "is willing to follow Your Highness, loyal until death!"
