After Feuzen came under attack, I thought there'd never be anything more shocking and terrifying in my life. But it seemed I'd suddenly broken that record. For a while I couldn't gather my wits, as if I'd taken a massive blow to the head.
They say that when joy beyond words wells up, you weep, and that was exactly how I felt right then. My mother used to plead with me back in those days. Please get married and give me a grandchild.
Living alone was more fun and enjoyable, so I'd let my mother's wish go in one ear and out the other, but now that I'd reached a point where I could never see her again, the first thing that came to mind was, of course, my mother.
It wasn't that homesickness had flared up again; I'd just recalled my old self for the briefest moment. The current me had changed completely, and there was no going back to those days. The homesickness was long gone too.
I am Wolfgang Ritter von Streit.
Lord of Feuzen and commander of the Gale Knights.
And Hilda's husband.
