Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

The back gate door was unexpectedly sturdy, and Gizalte and the others took a long time to break it down and open.

Finally, I step into the hall.

It's luxurious, but it's not like a castle or a fortress. It's not designed to prevent intruders, so you won't even get lost when you first get in.

"Oh, my God, Delaney and the others are already necked."

My men are blurry behind me.

"I don't care who gets it."

Gizalte walks in the hallway, saying. I was worried about escaping through the back door, but I think it's okay.

On the way, he found the body of the servant woman and frowned.

A blow to the back. Is this Delan's ax?

Such a woman would not have resisted. Waste killing is a waste of time. What if my precious daughter gets away while I'm doing this?

Up there.

Gizalte goes up the stairs.

There were also many servants' bodies rolling in the corridor upstairs.

"Hey... what are they doing here? He's the first kid on the battlefield."

No matter how old or young they are, ruthlessly carved bodies are falling all over the hallway.

Will the total number rise to twenty?

There was also the body of a faithful old butler who had been a babysitter from Garento, who also knew Gizalte. Ah, he's staring at the void with his eyes open.

Gizalte sighed.

"I want to... waste my time"

The hands of the Blood Mercenaries are repeatedly killing a single piece of bronze in front of the target prey. Kill these guys and get what you want. What if my daughter gets away while I'm doing this? Those idiots need re-education.

"They're flashy."

My men say happily behind me.

"If you kill them all, you'll have all the money you can take."

That's true. But that's because it serves its purpose.

"I don't think the third floor is a pile of corpses."

I get tired of going up the stairs.

Gizalte, who went up to the third floor, stopped her feet when she found something unexpected.

There's a small man I know.

"... Void"

Void jumped straight over the wall and fell down the stairs into the hallway.

It has already expired.

"... a blow."

The neck and torso were hanging apart. Only one wound was inflicted.

"Boyd, did you screw this up?"

My men say that.

Did you screw up? I don't know.

Even if something goes wrong, with a single blow, like Boyd's?

Are you saying that there are people in this mansion who can do that?

As I walked down the hallway with surprise, there were one, two, three more bodies.

They're all his men's bodies.

"You're kidding...?

My men groan behind Gizalte. Gizalte felt the same way.

What the hell is going on?

I have a bad feeling about Gizalte being a mercenary.

What do you mean by that? It must have been an easy job, twisting the baby's hand.

In fact, the men on the guard were easily eliminated. Only servants without the power to fight remain in the Mansion.

And why are there so many men down there?

Was there such a club in this mansion as a hidden sphere?

I didn't get that report.

... no way.

Gizalte suddenly felt the feeling of that day come back to life.

The day the Bloody Mercenaries were destroyed.

The firedragon mercenary regiment in front of me is breaking down.

In numbers, an overwhelming handful of dark cavalry destroy their red armor allies one after the other. The ally in front of you is peeling off.

The feeling of exposing your troops to powerful enemies without protection.

A crisis that exceeds expectations and does not need to be addressed.

... no way.

Am I wrong again?

Are you saying you made another wrong choice?

There was Delan in front of the door.

He is holding a double axe and in a state of imminence. There was another man next to him. All four survivors. Gizalte is dismayed by the fact that half has already been defeated.

In front of Delan.

There was a man there who caused this situation.

Standing at the door, holding a sword of unbalanced length with your body... is it just one child?

"Kids...?

Gizalte groaned.

I'm not a kid.

The boy said. As I stared at Gizarte, I felt familiar with his eyes.

I'm a warrior.