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"Already on your deathbed, old man?"
Urich asked while sipping warmed wine, looking at Sven lying down. A military priest was treating Sven.
"Judging from the fact that I can hear you mocking me, I guess I can't die just yet. Hmm."
The priest removed the arrow embedded in Sven's shoulder with a pair of tongs, causing Sven to grimace in pain.
"Lucky for us, someone recognized me. I was half in doubt, you know."
Urich had surrendered because of Sven, who was hit by an arrow and fell off his horse. If he had been by himself, he might have escaped the encirclement.
"You should have left me. Dying in battle would have been a fine ending for me."
"You might be content with that, but abandoning a sick old man would haunt my dreams," Urich shrugged.
The priest applied ointment to Sven's wound, finished the treatment, and then left the tent after a brief prayer.
"Next time, leave me behind, Urich. I’ve lived long enough," Sven spoke sternly, almost like a warning.
"That's not for you to decide, gramps. Whether I fight or run, that’s my call to make. Where and how I use up my life is up to me," Urich replied, to which Sven widened his eyes.
"...You're absolutely right. But I can't rest easy knowing you died because of me. So, do that for me, Urich."
Urich silently finished...
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