Did you save a wounded drifter off the street? Hold on, steel yourself, and nurse the sick until he’s completely well. How? It turns out he’s the fifth heir of Emperor Sivold. Suppose. But what does it change for me? I helped him for free; I would have listened to his gratitude and let him go on his way with a calm conscience.
Oh, his heart isn’t in the right place? The man saved is imposing his company and asks to go with him to the capital?
Well then—pardon me, but the tavern and my adopted daughter demand too much attention, so I have to refuse. Refusal isn’t accepted? That’s audacity! How can you be so selfish in response to kindness? You claim it’s love? And you’re not lying?…