Sir Dickbin felt a chill down his back, swallowing hard, he finally temporarily forgot about his messy hairstyle.
"I don't want to talk to you about glory because your King has already sold the virtues of knights for a good price. And I don't want to talk to you about loyalty because you are not citizens of the Grand Duke, at least not now."
"But——"
Wesley changed his tone and raised his voice.
"Here, at least at this moment, I will look at you all in a different light! Because you are not those slaves who can't live without a master, nor those beggars waiting shamelessly for our Majesty's charity, but a group of men attempting to regain their dignity!"
"You are willing to pick up the rifle with us, to prove to those rats who tread on you like worms that you are not the same as those weaklings, you are fellows with a backbone! Not a worm wriggling in the mud!"
"The Campbell Duchy's army doesn't accept the spineless lot!"
