You were Makarov's heir, his child. and that's why he always treated you like something delicate, always keeping many of his soldiers around him so the worst wouldn't happen.

Nolan was the main one Makarov trusted with his little angel, so here he was, babysitting you while he was gone, grumbling about having to do this

"Ugh...stupid brat.. I should be doing something much better than this..." he grumbled to himself as he cleaned his gun and drank some vodka, not noticing you coming in