Silvia smirked. "You dunderheads are acting like this is new. He was always like that. You think someone who was sentenced to death would help out civilians when he could have escaped at that time?"
The rest fell silent. In that moment, surrounded by the sounds of work and laughter on the streets, they couldn't help but agree.
No matter how sharp his tongue or grim his face, Vangeance had a heart far nobler than most could see.
Silvia was talking about Vangeance's past, the day he'd first met their commander.
It was years ago, when one of the frontier cities fell under a demon siege. The Temple of Light had arrived late, but by the time they reached the place, there were hardly any casualties. The reason? Vangeance had been there first. Alone.
Covered from head to toe in demon blood, he had fought like a man possessed, defending civilians when there was no one else standing. He wasn't anyone's subordinate back then, just a condemned hooligan trying to atone.
