Others' lives are the seeds of their own rice.
Someday, they lived with that in mind.
All that matters is your life.
Others' lives are for their own sake.
I don't kill useless creatures.
That's not from a loving spirit.
I don't know what it means to pity the lives of others in the first place.
Useless killing means exactly what you say.
I would gladly kill if it would be beneficial.
Benefit, that is, money.
There are two kinds of lives in the world.
Life is money if you take it, and life is not money if you take it.
Whether it's a woman or a child, it doesn't matter. If it's money, I'll kill it, and if it's not money, I'm not interested at all.
A mercenary would be something everyone would take for granted.
Gizalte, a mercenary who once took the nickname “Silver Monster” in the north, has such an idea.
Gizalte's bloody mercenary regiment was devastated by the battle six months ago.
It was originally a small mercenary group that could not form a single front.
Gizalte rode on the winning horse's ass without mistake, no matter when it was destroyed by mistake.
But that day Gizalte made the wrong choice for the first time.
I can't believe that part of the Fire Dragon mercenary regiment, which boasts the largest number of mercenary regiments in the North, will soon collapse.
For the Fire Dragon Mercenaries, it may have been a defeat of some magnitude, but the Fresh Blood Mercenaries, who suffered a direct attack from the enemy, suffered irrevocable damage.
The Bloody Mercenaries, which was even more notorious among the mercenaries who were originally ill-advised. The survivors were buying grudges among themselves, unable to join other mercenary groups, endangered their lives, and gave up living in the north.
Gizalte's unexpected request to become a bandit in Nakahara jumped in.
A request from the aristocracy of the southern power Galai for harassment of rival aristocracy. Compared to work on the northern battlefield, it was a small job, but the rewards were poor.
Gizalte entered the Galai kingdom all the way south with the survival of a band of bloody mercenaries dressed as ordinary travellers.
Gizalte led the remaining seven into Miletos, leaving five other squadrons in the king's capital Garento.
According to information from the two surveillance agents, the "winter house" was a fragile security system that could break in and take the head of the aiming lady whenever an order was given to do so.
Still, at the request of his employer, who waited for the other party's vigilance to be lifted, Gizalte followed suit, even though he thought it was an amateur who did not understand the subtlety of the battle.
Even in the North, it was a routine task to follow stupid orders, and how to protect ourselves while pretending to take them seriously was one of the skills of the mercenary commander.
I was going to do what I had to do with my face on the other side properly.
But things changed today.
After reports of two strange children entering the Mansion, the atmosphere of the Mansion changed dramatically.
The garden was brightly lit with lamp lights, and the guards were actively working.
Gizalte immediately noticed the state of the mansion from the jungle.
"These guys are going to fight in the cage castle."
Delan, the former blood mercenary Ace, "Blood Axe”, who was next to Gizalte, turned to the word.
"The battle of the cage?
Ah.
I remember the attack on the fort in the north.
With this number of people, the fort attack is just as tough.
"Suddenly after those kids arrived. What are they doing?"
"I don't know. But I'm sure we're losing the opportunity."
Gizalte saw the "Winter Mansion" illuminating the outside.
"It would have been easy until yesterday."
Delane beat up a tree nearby in disgust. The clap made a dull metal sound when the two axes on the back fell off.
"... tonight."
Gizalte murmured.
"It's too late tomorrow. Tonight we'll make it as soon as we can."
"Your orders were the day after tomorrow, right? It's okay, do what you want."
Answer Delan's words with a spit.
"Wait till the day after tomorrow? The guard attacked me in bed and tied my neck."
This cage battle stands in the way of the opponent's planning our raid.
If you relax, the hand of the official will grow.
Gizalte and the others are dealing with a nobleman with such power.
"It's probably best to cheat on them before they're ready."
Fortunately, the number of people in the Mansion has not increased.
Only the two kids increased.
Most men who can fight are just amateurs.
"Delan, gather everyone. Battle."
Heh, Delan laughs.
"You still sound like a mercenary commander."
The Blood Mercenaries are long gone, I keep saying. Gizarte laughs thinly at such a Delane.
"If we make money in the south, we can go back north and create a mercenary regiment."
Delan distorts his face and spits at the words.
"No kidding. I'm sorry, I can't go back to that hell again."
After saying that, I'll add as I recall.
"Well, it's certainly our demand in the south."
"Oh, there's no demand. And...."
Gizalte nodded.
"If you work here long, you'll be looking for him soon."
This is different from the north.
There is no free and cruel northern wind here. The only thing blowing is the warm shabby wind.
"That's why we must never let this money go. I want you to come out of the world and pay us about every month for our meals. If you can't do it, I'm gonna threaten you if I tell you that I don't know who's behind this."
"Here we go, Gizalte's best moves."
Delan laughs, "Kukuku".
"Have you forgotten you can't stay north because you're trying to smoke as much as you can from your employer?"
"I don't have time for this shit anymore."
Gizalte deliberately said violently.
The north wind won't blow on us anymore. Then we have to survive here.
Go get 'em.
In Gizareth's words, Delan said, "It's terrible," and finally turned his heel back.
Even as Delane's footsteps faded away, Gizalte kept her eyes on the "Winter Mansion" with a sharp expression.