Forgive Us

"Please, forgive us."

'Impressive,' Justin thought as he looked at Dylan, slightly amazed. Given that he was within the range of Justin's skill, he must have been paralyzed with fear. And yet, here he was, standing up and speaking his mind. Although Justin had promised earlier to spare his life, it still took incredible courage.

"What do you want me to forgive?" Justin asked.

At his question, Justin released the skill, and Dylan coughed violently, gasping for air. After a moment, once Dylan had regained his composure, he bowed his head.

"...Before that, I must tell you something. There is no domain better than this one."

"Hm."

"The walls are sturdy, making invasions less likely, and the labor quests are voluntary for the civilians. Even though there's a class system, the nobles can't harm civilians as they please. The living conditions are far superior, and there's even medicine for the sick. Where else could we find such a domain?"