Brandon lowered his head with difficulty: "I'm sorry, my lord... I don't know... I've never kept track."
He doesn't even know himself?
Leon was surprised but then realized, yes, if he was born to lower-class farmers, even counting might require the use of hands and toes.
He did not continue to inquire, judging by his appearance, this child was probably around thirteen or fourteen years old.
"How did you come to know Uncle Ron?" Leon asked curiously, interested in the other's experience of meeting the conscientious officer who had fled from Rolannar.
Warfare accompanied by famines, along with consecutive disasters, it was not easy for a child from a lower-class farming family to survive.
Seeing the Baron Avalon, who was markedly different from the fierce Baron Shatai with a much gentler and amiable demeanor, the boy was moved by his approachability and began to slowly speak.
