If not for the people opening his eyes, he wouldn't have been able to see the true face of the Council of Elders.
"The knights will strive to do better in the future. So that something like this never happens again."
Reinhardt did everything that he could to make amends. As for forgiveness, it depended on the people of the town.
A month later, he came again. The month after that too. Then again and again. He did not give up. Gradually, people opened up to him.
Sometimes he simply helped repair fences, sometimes he assisted during harvest season, or played with the children. When there was nothing to do, he simply sat quietly beside Silas, drinking tea. Before long, a year had passed.
By now, the people of Blueberry Town had grown accustomed to the sight of golden hair appearing near the town entrance every month.
