"Wait a moment, child." Hill's child was faced with the muzzle pressed down by his ancestor.
Then he began to ask Ingram: "Now that it's come to this, can you really let go just like that? Will you have any regrets?"
Hearing this question, Ingram opened his eyes, nodded with a smile: "Yes, I do regret. I've told my comrades that if we're going to do something, we should do it thoroughly. But he said we shouldn't kill this child... I think your descendant survived because of my old friend."
Having said that, he looked at Heinstant: "Don't cry, Heinstant, my old friend. I deny your weakness, but I also understand it. We both have children, and we always try to avoid harming the young in our actions. This descendant of Gaiate has betrayed the Guild; it is evil and should be eradicated, but your choice is not wrong either. The Temple Knights should not have only one voice like mine. We are weapons, blades, but there should always be sheaths to bind us."
