'And for now, please stand back while I destroy the prison.'
Patrick said as he pulled out the sword at his waist.

He swings his sword twice to make sure that the three men have moved back.
Several bars fell with a clatter.

'I thank you for your help. I'll be sure to return the favor.
The old man who called himself Carlos said.

'I hope you don't mind, I'm on a mission.
Patrick replies.

'No, I will inform my master.

'No, really, I'm on a mission.

'You said your name was Rigsby a moment ago.

(Oh, we have a bad reputation. It's our own fault.)
'Yes, the Rigsbys. I'm ashamed to say it. I'm Patrick, the third son. Well, I've been kicked out of the house, so don't worry about that house!

I have to be nice about this.

'Well, thank you personally, Mr. Patrick.
'No, that's why I'm on duty.

Here comes the quiet boy,
'If Patrick-sama doesn't receive thanks from the Marquess family, the Marquess family's reputation will be ruined. Of course, I will give thanks to my men as well, but you are the captain, aren't you? I say.

(Wow, he's quite a clever little boy for such a small man. As expected of a marquis. I mean, from the sound of his voice, I'm pretty sure he's a boy.)
Patrick thought to himself,

I'm in charge of a company.
Patrick replied.

'That's quite an accomplishment for a company commander at such a young age.
Carlos said.

'Then I must thank you formally, Mr. Patrick. Even though I'm on military duty, the fact remains that he saved my life!

I thought it would be rude to keep refusing,
I thought it would be rude to keep refusing.
I bowed my head.
'All right, let's get back to the road!　We'll confiscate their weapons and loot, so pack your things, Wayne, and give me your orders!
'Yes, sir!　Ensign Patrick!
Patrick replied with a wry smile to Wayne's formal tone, perhaps because he was in front of the third son of a marquis.