"Lady Vivian!"
A raggedly dressed young man suddenly rushed out from the crowd, heavily kneeling in front of Vivian. His forehead was pressed tightly against the dusty ground, his voice trembling yet firm.
"Please let me join your ranks! You saved my life, and though I have no money and haven't read many books, I'm willing to serve you, to repay your kindness!"
The title "Lady" almost made Vivian burst into song.
Oh—
Bayele above!
What a pleasant sound!
Louder, please!
She stopped, looking down at the young man who was not too much younger than herself. Her smile remained impeccably holy.
However, the repressed laughter in her throat exposed the joy within her heart.
"Kuhuhu... your devotion is touching, but it's truly a pity, Vivian has no need for oxen or horses."
Disappointment appeared on the young man's face, and he was about to leave dejectedly, but the next words rekindled his hope.
