So, this is what you want? I don't understand, everybody who goes to war on their own volition has this thing. And what is in them is more tangible and urgent than my reasons. You don't need to protect me like this, I'm no different from them.

Lothar's dream became calm, and as he stepped out of the king's study, a field appeared before his eyes. The land in front of us stretches downward, and the harvest wheat fields glow golden in the sun. The Count took a deep breath and didn't smell anything, which made him realize that the sight before him was still part of the dream. He looked around, and saw no castle or anything like that, except for the farmhouse in the distance, only golden pillars of light scattered among the sparse trees, which did not belong to his memory, and had never been to such a place in Lothar's life.

I looked up at the sun hanging in the sky, and the light it emitted was strong but not dazzling. The Count pursed his lips and simply sat down on the grass beneath him. He didn't know why he was here, and he didn't know if he would be able to leave, but somehow, he wasn't worried. Lothar looked up at the white clouds in the sky, none of them daring to condense enough to cover the sun, as if they were afraid of the majesty of the sun. The association reminded Lothar of his predicament.

Responsibility, that's the answer he got from memory. Given by a king who is both a father and a teacher, it seems to be the perfect answer. Indeed, whether as a count of the kingdom or as a warrior flaunting chivalry, responsibility is an innate burden for Lothar, who is obliged to fight for the kingdom, for the people, for glory, for... No.

"It's all excuses. The Count of Montenegro lay back with his hands behind his head, "I don't want to fight if I can." All I did was imitate, imitate Your Majesty, imitate Leon, imitate, Parents. If only I weren't Montenegro...... There are not so many responsibilities and honors to carry. Responsibility, that's what I want to avoid the most. ”

"Meow!" seemed to agree with Lothar's words, and a cat meow came from his ear. The Count turned his head and saw a yellow kitten, about two or three months old, standing beside his head. The man and the cat looked at it for a long time, and the kitten's golden pupils seemed to have made some kind of decision, and then, it jumped up and lay on Lothar's chest.

The Count smiled and gently stroked the kitten's back with his right hand, "They all say I'm a madman from Montenegro, a war maniac who doesn't want to die. They also say that I am the sword of the kingdom, the support of the kingdom after the blood lion. But what does what they say to me? I never thought about it, Marcus is figuring out how to get an official position, but I'm just, haha, what do I want? Can you tell me?"

"Meow. "Cats, of course, can't answer people's questions. Only man himself can answer people's questions.

"I thought Cheese could give me the answer. After all, he's the smartest person I've ever met, even smarter than Marcus. However, it seems that the wizard himself has a lot to worry about, and he also has too many things to carry. But why do you think I feel so happy when I am with him, whether it was in the royal capital or now, he can always do something different from what I thought. If I have the chance, I'd really like to train him to become a place like this, it must be fun. By the way, the webworm said that her home is in the south, and I would like to visit it if I have the chance, and there is also a witch-controlled port, which must be interesting. ”

Lothar removed her right hand from the cat's back and reached out to the sun in the sky, gesturing, "I shouldn't be a lord, at least not yet. Rather than the well-being of the people, the rise and fall of the kingdom, I wanted to pursue something purer. Stupid, right? But I really want to act for the right thing, like the heroes in the stories. Fight only for justice. ”

"Ah, yes, justice. Justice like the sun, that's what I want. I know it's different for everyone, and sometimes it scorches the earth and stings my eyes, but I still want to pursue it, to pursue pure justice. "Sit up, Count. The kitten, lying on his chest, leaped down and landed beside him. "What do you think?"

"Roar!" The cat, with a high-pitched roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, where was the shadow of the kitten? Standing beside Lothar was clearly a male lion with a golden mane, its body was majestic, not angry but mighty, with the circle of flame-like mane, like the sun falling to the ground.

At the same time, something changed in reality, and the dreamcatcher in the mage's hand snapped without warning. Just when Cheese was stunned, he saw that on the tomahawk held in Lothar's hand, the eyes of the lion made of gems emitted a misty golden light, and a large number of fine cracks originated from the eyes of the lion sculpture, and quickly spread to the entire body of the tomahawk. "Click!" the iron-colored splinters on the edge of the blade fell with a crisp sound, and then more splinters began to fall off, and beneath them appeared a surface like a cast of gold.

Hearn's Hand, the witch-hunting knife shed its skin in just a few seconds and turned into a veritable golden battle axe. The hand holding the handle of the axe shook slightly, and the weapon was erected, and Lothar casually removed the stone chips from his eyes, and stood up without any external force. There was no sign of any damage on the scarred calves.

"I've never heard of witch knives changing appearance with their owner. The mage teased with a smile on his face.

Lothar also smiled, and he waved the battle axe in his hand twice, "It's not a change, it's just a return to its original appearance." After all, it was not meant to be used for execution. It's just that it was used as such at the time, and it gradually lost its proper color. ”

"Yes, then it can't be called Hearn's Hand anymore, the lion's coat of arms is a white lion. Cheese continued, happy for Lothar.

"I'm a little sorry for the kingdom, but the Hand of Hearn is indeed the name given to it by later generations. The real name of this tomahawk is the justice of the fool. The Count nodded, and he could feel the tomahawk trembling with excitement as he said the name, it had been so long that no one had called it that.

"The justice of a fool? Can you be sure of your absolute justice because you are a fool? Interesting, really interesting. The mage said, looking behind Lothar, "So, my foolish respectable friend, would you be interested in using your justice to help?"

"Gladly. The Count of Montenegro followed Cheese's gaze and saw the wolfwalker who was scuffling with the demon not far away, and said with a tangle on his lips.