Not many people like fights.
Even mercenaries who make war their profession and think nothing of staining their blades with blood are the same. There are even research results showing that sword fights, bare-handed brawls, and even trivial arguments cause fatigue.
Naturally, I was no exception to that.
Having crossed the line of death multiple times and subjugated countless strong enemies, I still hated fights. If anything, it might be because I hate fights that I’m going through all this hardship.
Because I wanted to regain peace once more.
No matter what anyone says, I was a ‘pacifist.’
In this context, my biggest worry lately was something else.
How can I stop the women’s quarrels?
No, is it even possible?
Even Delphine senior, whom I trusted, was subtly tormenting Seria. When it came to the Saintess or Elsie senior, there was no need to even mention it.
As I was pondering over this in various ways, upon seeing the scene before my eyes, I had no choice but to let out a hollow laugh.
“No matter how I look at it, this is our first meeting… Just where did this wench come from? Why is she sticking so close to Sir Ian’s side?”
“Ah, no… It’s a misunderstanding, Cien. I, you see……!”