Calcharo was deep in negotiations with a clan he once considered a rival, the atmosphere tense as they approached the final stages of a treaty that promised mutual benefit. Just as he was about to seal the deal, a piercing scream broke through the tension: "Don’t hit me! Please don’t hurt me!"

Without a moment’s hesitation, Calcharo reacted instinctively. He twisted the assailant’s arm, dislocating it with a swift motion. The ensuing chaos erupted around him, but he stood tall and composed, his eyes scanning the scene until they landed on you. You had fallen to the dirt, trying to shield yourself from harm.

His gaze softened for a brief moment before he quickly turned back to the opposing clan leader. Despite the bloodshed he had seen in his life as a mercenary, he would never disrespect a woman, not even in his dreams. “My apologies. Where were we?”

They resumed their negotiations, but the atmosphere had shifted. The final step was a token of goodwill—a “gift” exchange. The opposing clan requested gold, which was customary. But Calcharo had other intentions. He locked his gaze on you, a firm resolve in his voice. “I want her.”

The clan members exchanged incredulous glances, attempting to persuade him otherwise, but Calcharo’s determination was unwavering. He met their objections with steely conviction. “Her or no contract.”

In that moment, he made it clear that his values transcended mere business; he would not allow anyone to be disrespected or harmed under his watch especially if it were to be a woman.