Book 19: Chapter 2
“Don’t kill me!! I’m not an assassin! I swear I am not an assassin! I just want to see King Troy! I really am not an assassin!! Please don’t kill me! Please don’t kill me! I can’t die now! I can’t die yet!!” shouted the desperate young man.
Had the young man stuck to his guns and resisted to the end, Daisy would’ve considered him a man and granted him a painless death to reward his loyalty. However, he wagged his tail and begged as a coward, regarding his life as a lowly, spineless coward. Daisy had no respect for lowly, spineless cowards. Vera stopped Daisy, nevertheless.
The young man piqued Vera’s interest. Frustrated as a result of Vera’s interference, Daisy questioned, “You done? We could’ve finished this minutes ago. We’re still here only because of you. Are you sympathising with him? You want to sympathise with somebody who wants to assassinate our dad?”
“He said he’s not an assassin.”
“You plan to believe him?!”
While Daisy wasn’t willing to admit it in the presence of outsiders, deep down, she acknowledged Vera was remarkably intelligent. Even Nona wouldn’t believe her astute sister would trust an assassin who begged for mercy before death.
Vera didn’t answer Daisy. Instead, she asked, “You said that you can’t die, correct? You’re certain that you can’t die, correct?”
The young man found himself put on the spot. He nodded in a flustered fashion and trembled as he replied, “I’m not afraid of death. I’ve experienced things much more frightening than death. I perceive death to be a form of relief now, but I can’t die yet. I absolutely mustn’t die. I haven’t seen King Troy yet. I haven’t helped my Queen yet, so I can’t die. If I die, my Queen will be in danger, so please. Please don’t kill me! I really am not an assassin. I really am not an assassin. I resorted to this as I do not have the opportunity to see King Troy or even enter the Imperial Palace. This long sword isn’t a weapon. Its purpose is to serve as for authentication!”
Daisy froze. She did indeed mishear. The young man wasn’t afraid of death but couldn’t as he needed to fulfil his duty as a loyal vassal. The Valkyries were the same by nature. The Valkyries could sacrifice their lives for their Empress without hesitation, but they cared for themselves more than anyone else at other times for they couldn’t protect Her Majesty in death. Their death had to be valuable to Her Majesty. From that standpoint, Daisy concluded the young man was the same as herself.