Steampunk Era: Mad Abield

"Wait a moment, child." Hill’s child was faced with the muzzle pressed down by his ancestor.

Then he began to ask Ingram: "Now that it’s come to this, can you really let go just like that? Will you have any regrets?"

Hearing this question, Ingram opened his eyes, nodded with a smile: "Yes, I do regret. I’ve told my comrades that if we’re going to do something, we should do it thoroughly. But he said we shouldn’t kill this child... I think your descendant survived because of my old friend."

Having said that, he looked at Heinstant: "Don’t cry, Heinstant, my old friend. I deny your weakness, but I also understand it. We both have children, and we always try to avoid harming the young in our actions. This descendant of Gaiate has betrayed the Guild; it is evil and should be eradicated, but your choice is not wrong either. The Temple Knights should not have only one voice like mine. We are weapons, blades, but there should always be sheaths to bind us."

Upon saying this, Ingram turned his head towards Legendary: "Your Grace, let your descendant take the shot. He comes from another timeline where I have fulfilled my duty. Perhaps in his later life, he will choose to continue to kill me on that timeline... But that is no longer something I need to contemplate."

"...You on this timeline didn’t have the chance to kill my father on this timeline. As long as you swear you won’t take any action, we can let you go." Surprisingly, the child put down the gun: "It was you from my original timeline who killed my father. My hatred and anger should not be poured onto someone who is unrelated, even if that ’you’ is still you."

"I refuse." Ingram responded immediately.

His answer made Heinstant roar: "Have you gone mad, my old friend!"

"I have not gone mad, Heinstant. Unlike you, who is not a loyal descendant of the Guild, you would not understand. My family has served the Guild for eleven generations. When I was very young, my parents died on a mission. It was the Guild that raised me. The old nanny told me that I must strive to survive, to reach adulthood, and the Fanoel family should not end with me... I managed to, and now it is time for me to do one last thing for the Guild." The old man spoke with his head raised, then looked at the child before him: "I will not compromise, child. I am a man of the Guild, bearing the loyalty of my family to the Guild for three hundred years. I know why your grandfather did this, but I will not tell you the truth about all of this because the Guild should have no secrets, and I will keep my lips sealed."