Julian stood at the entrance of the mansion all day and waited for her master. Her inability to complete a squire’s duties bothered her, and as a result, she desperately longed for her master’s safe return.

“You should eat.”

Marie approached and tugged at her sleeve, but Julian refused to move. She had been an undependable squire and wasn’t brazen enough to leave her post to fulfill her bodily needs. The more those around her tried to convince her, the more harshly she rebuffed them. She didn’t seek shade under the blazing sun, and she didn’t allow herself to loosen her posture.

“Stop acting like a child.”

It wasn’t the cavalrymen who broke Julian’s stubborn streak. It was Asha Trail, who approached and forced Julian to sit in the shade.

“Meaningless self-abuse is nothing more than a shallow attempt to avoid responsibility and comfort oneself. Be ashamed at having to leave your master’s weapon with another, and ensure that it doesn’t happen again. However, such growth doesn’t happen in a day, and what you should be doing right now is to keep your mind and body ready to greet your master...