The Ingolsol Festival - Part 12

"Will you fight?" Lombard asked.

"I did not come here to offer you my sword. When I draw my blade from my sheath in earnest, it will be the last battle I ever fight. I still believe in the boy. I merely came here to offer him some leeway – to make his burden a little easier."

"It's that bad?" Lombard asked, widening his eyes in surprise. "And yet, you still manage to chase after that Sixth Boundary..? You're a far greater man than history will give you credit for. I cannot think of a greater shame than that. But alas, you are right, you've given the boy some room in revealing yourself, I suppose. But for you to trust in him so… I find it strange."

"Leeway?" Beam frowned. "I don't get what you mean."

Dominus flicked his forehead. It was the first flick in a while, and for some reason, it felt vaguely nostalgic rather than painful.