Thinking of this, Galron felt a deep sense of sorrow. The Viking countries were still embroiled in endless civil wars, driven by different greedy wills. He was killing his own people, while his people came to kill him for ridiculous beliefs.
"Why... why get involved with these lunatics?"
Galron pulled out the hand ax at his waist and chopped down on a nearby enemy.
He had already been shot several times, but it seemed he couldn't feel the loss of blood. He forcefully walked to Galron's presence.
"Why do you care so much about the Silent Sea?"
As he fought, Galron asked in a low voice, but no one responded to his question. The buildings behind him were shrouded in darkness.
He was just a manager appointed by Froki, not a Lord, unable to use the power of a Lord. But even if he had it, it seemed to be of no use now.
