"I take responsibility for my actions alone," Qian frowned and said.
"Responsibility?" Brand looked at the motionless Kabais, thinking to himself whether it was him or Kabais who could afford to wait. Yet he wasn't in a hurry either and casually chatted with Qian. However, his nonchalant attitude made the red-haired girl think he might blame the Grey Wolf Mercenaries. Uneasy, she hadn't expected her actions to bring trouble to others.
Qian bit her lip, "Anything is fine!"
Though she was just an orphan girl who grew up in the mercenary group, she was familiar with the stories about the nobles.
Brand was slightly taken aback, looking at her. The girl's cheeks flushed red, and even her ears turned hot, as if she mustered all her strength to say, "Anything is fine... Lord, just don't trouble them."
"Huh?"
"Isn't it enough?" Qian asked, biting her lips.
"What?" Brand was puzzled. "Them? Who are they?"
"Sanfde, and everyone else," she replied.
"Why would I trouble them?"
