Long ago, there was a time when Number 21 also deeply followed someone he had only known for a short while as his protector.
It was when he was still called by his childhood name, Kikero, not yet Enrique. Back then, with the help of the Astros Mercenary Corps, he was hurriedly fleeing from the battlefield of the civil war to the southern part of the continent.
The journey of swiftly crossing the wasteland was by no means easy even for the mercenaries accompanying him. Naturally, the young Kikero had to endure each day with all his might.
Moreover, there was someone who made their already arduous life even more miserable: his father, Prince Benicio.
“—Now even you, my son, look at me with those eyes! Yes, I envied my brother’s throne and ended up splitting this country in half! So, do you also find my state ridiculous?”
Thud! Struck by the suddenly thrown wine bottle, Kikero fell to the ground and couldn’t regain his senses for a while.
“—You ungrateful child! I can’t stand the sight of you! Get out of here right now!”
Benicio, steeped in alcohol every day,…