Haroon

Have fun.

Mobius led Harun to one place, moving as fast as a squirrel in a narrow alleyway between the towers as the crowds. It was a small room on the top floor of a three-story building adjoining the fortress walls.

Ten rooms face a narrow corridor, as if they were a place for mercenaries to stay for long stays. The hallway was dirty and smelled nasty because it didn't clean properly.

"This is it."

"Whew!"

The cup of the inn, which was old enough to fade the number '3' engraved on the visit, broke my heart when I thought of the saint who was admitted to the room. As a saint of the Church of Light, the journey of life that was sacrificial and virtuous has led to this place.

Knock, knock!

"Who are you?"

Except for the seemingly powerless, the voice of the saint was right.

"Harun."

"Yes? H-Rune Commander?" "

You can see the short hair of a saint flying away from her shininess through a carefully opened old doorway. When I was shredded, I remembered saying that I cut my hair. Then his cheeks and chin lose elasticity, followed by his broken-hearted eyes.

"How? Uh, come on in."

The girl who confirmed that Harun really came to see her opened the door. She looked very strange because she was always wearing white 'Bébu' powder. It was awkward, but there was nothing strange about it.

"I'll be at the station office."

Mobius looks at him and avoids his position as the saint stops. When she fell like this, no one seemed to want to see her. However, when I saw the greeting of Captain Harun, I could see what other people's commanders were like, so I turned around and was proud.

Harun enters the room.

It was a bed made of dirty sheets on straw, a small wardrobe, an old wooden chair, and a water kettle.

"Have a seat…"

The voice of the holy woman pointing to the chair is trembling. Embarrassment, no. From the first moment we met, she was a saint who did not care much for material things.

Harun just stands there to tell a story and sits on a wooden chair in case she cares.

"I only heard from the saint today because I've been deep in the Devil Mountains."

"…… Thank you for coming. And I'm not a saint anymore. Please call me Irean."

Irian, sitting at the end of the bed opposite the chair, replied with a split voice.

Harun looks up and looks at her.

I've never seen a saint so straight before.

She was a saint who looked sick because of her long, dull, glossy hair and dark circles beneath her eyes, but her big eyes and clear, deep eyes didn't waver with Harun in them.

Maybe a little over 30?

Then, I had never guessed the age of seeing a saint before.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

It was about the Holy Grail. One of the reasons the saint was expelled from the church was that she lost her Holy Grail.

"It's no use. If we leave the Holy Grail to those who are corrupted, we don't know when or how it will disappear, just as the Holy Spirit did. As the Bible says, corrupt priests are more dangerous than magic. From the beginning, I believed that only Harun was able to keep the Holy Grail and use the Holy Water properly."

Clearly, the heart of the saint left the church. Her voice, which had always been gentle, stood the day. That alone gives her a sense of humiliation from the Church.

"But……."

"It didn't work. No excuse, no reason, is going to convince them to kick me out. The law of the Church always places dead doctrines everywhere to make victims. I've seen it for a long time, and I couldn't do anything about it. because God's will is not in writing, but in a living mind, because those who are rooted in power and greed, and who do not know themselves, do not even know until they die."

I had a strange feeling in the eyes of the saint. The eyes of a holy woman mixed with fierce anger, self-loathing, and compassion made her see one woman.

Beautiful!

This is how it can be different for the same person.

At this point, she was able to see properly her age. In her mid-20s, Saint Irian, who had a distinctly gorgeous frame and a gorgeous figure with nothing but her eyes, was now exhausted and exhausted.

"What happened to Yerim?"

Since the saint has become like this, it will not be a good situation either.

"It's been an excavation with me. I declared that I would never come into this world again, and I went back to the world that he lived in."

Harun guesses the despair of Yerim. Even at the end of the previous age, true priests had heard that they were driven down by the priests who were drunk with strength and power and could not show their will and will.

'We should meet in real life sometime.'

It is Harun who has seen hopelessness destroy Humans many times. At this time, it is the most remarkable healing book that allows me to dream about something new.

Harun, who had outlined his thoughts on the power of prehensile, saw the holy woman again.

"What do you want to do now?"

The Church announced that it had lost its sacred power, so it would be even more desperate.

"I want to be a mercenary."

"Yes?"

Harun was dumbfounded by the unexpected answer.

"Trying to be a mercenary. The Divine Power is sealed, but the treatment is intact."

I was curious about how the Church sealed her divine power, but even more curious about the word therapy.

"Therapy?"

"Yes. Divine power is hard to use, so mild conditions are treated with herbs and severe conditions with surgery. Herbs and therapies that are handed down to the Holy Woman for generations can serve as a mercenary. because all I've ever wanted to do was travel around the world and treat the poor little minnow that has nothing to do with it and has to suffer with it."

This is interesting. It's amazing how a saint who lived under the grace of all peoples dreamed of being a healer or a mercenary secretly. In fact, these days, mercenaries have been recognized a little, but even before an integrated guild, mercenaries are not to be trusted.

But her wish was like a dream that could never be fulfilled. No mercenary group could accept a saint who was ejected from the Holy Shrine of Light as a healer, exercising a powerful influence on the entire continent. No, if it weren't for Matsurut Fortress, and if the temples and circumstances were not urgent, it would have been the fate of the holy woman to spend her life living trapped in a secluded country monastery.

"Hehe! It must be hard. There won't be a mercenary who can ignore the Temple of Light. But going around on my own is like jumping into a fire."

She knew her situation well.

Harun was heartbroken by the bitter smile of a self-help young woman who had lived for those who had not lived a proper life and had suffered in low places all her life.

"Would you like to work with me?"

If she had not known her history, Harun, who had accompanied her briefly, could not bear to look at her troubles.

"…… Are you serious?"

"Yes. It's official recruitment, Irian."

Irian stares straight at Harun instead of answering. It's like he's exploring his inner self.

"Our mercenaries had an excellent therapist named Henira. But she's a stranger, and she's got a lot of work to do in her world, and she's been doing very little work lately. I am confident that Irian will not only fill Heny's void, but also contribute more."

Harun's words are true. Henny hasn't logged into Beyond at all lately. It's because she's too busy doing her job at the base.

After a generation of advanced therapies and herbs, Irian's work will be a first-class therapist, and it will also help as a rockslide.

"Are you sure about this?"

It is about the influence and pressure of the Temple of Light.

Harun shrugs his shoulders and makes a funny face that rarely grows.

"Our gale mercenaries are not affiliated in any country. I'm not connected to any cult. And there are very few places that can ignore us."

It's true. Since when has the storm troopers been displaying a presence so powerful that even the state can't ignore it?

Irian's eyes light up as he ponders Harun's proposal for a moment. Then a small lip opened with an uplifting smile of joy.

"Healer Irian to see you."

"I'm happy to be a family, Officer Ireland! Let's do it well."

Harun clumsily tucks his forearm against Irian's forearm.

"Hehe! You've really become a mercenary. I wanted to become a mercenary when I got pregnant and left my mother and lived a life of a saint who hated me and had no news, because of my abusive father. And I wanted to be known as Irian, not as a saint. I've finally fulfilled my dream. Thank you, commander."

Her words, which she initially started with a smile, were almost immersed in cloudiness later.

Munkle!

Irian held Harun facing his forearms to see if he could not handle the emotions.

Whew.

Harun takes a deep breath, surprised by her actions, and gives her a firm embrace, as if struck by lightning.

"Why?"

He did not know that the saint would be held in his arms.

My heart began to beat fiercely.

'Ugh! This is really embarrassing.'

Why does it smell so good when you haven't washed it properly in days? On a hot summer day, I felt like my brain was in trouble just by inhaling the thin scent of green apples growing in the sunlight.

Why does she feel so soft when her body touches his body?

Is that all I am? '

Harun felt disappointed in himself as a woman while feeling intense guilt towards Ari. If I had already given my heart to a woman, I thought that this shake was a sin against the name of love.

Harun, who reflectively remembers the moment he feels her as a woman, lets out a sigh and lets out his strength as he pushes her. If I did, I might be in trouble for Irian.

Harun holds Irian in his arms for a long time, frozen like ice.

Irian wets his armor in Harun's arms and tries to escape with a shy face, assuming his emotions explode.

"Wait a minute."

Harun pulls a handkerchief out of the sub-space and gives it to her. Irian's face was covered with tears and nostrils, but strangely I couldn't feel any dirt at all.

Irian's eyes, which were still damp, wiped off traces of his luck without wearing a handkerchief, smiled after a long time.

"Thank you, commander. That's a lot of consolation."

"Don't ever cry again. In the future, Irian will be protected by me and my colleagues."

"Hehe! Thank you. I'm really relieved. I can't wait to meet my colleagues!"

Even though it was a teary face, Irean was able to smile widely after a long time.

Irian was strangely matched with his own protective gear for the storm troopers. You can assure me that your fierce, hard armor will not recognize her, even if you've met her before, because it diluted her virtuous atmosphere.

Harun was fortunate that his shaken mind had calmed down again, and the confusion that he had felt before disappeared, so he was able to see her with peace of mind.

After taking a bath in Harun's room, Irian looked in the mirror and saw himself in prepared defense gear and was very satisfied.

"Queek! This armor is amazing."

She teases her body as if she were a child, and checks several times for changes in her armor's physical abilities. She says she will greet her crew.

When a special guest appeared, the crew who were not leaving the residence as an excuse gathered to Harun who brought a stranger. Their eyes are on the new man in protective gear.

Irian was relieved of the hardship of his mind, but he looked ordinary except for the big eyes, but he had clean skin in his short life, so he was reliable even in his early 20s. The crew couldn't help but be surprised when they called out and introduced themselves without saying anything.

"Who is it?"

Tino asked on behalf of the other crew.

"New recruit. His name is Irian, and he's a therapist. Please treat them well in the future."

"Ah!"

Those of you who are well aware of Henny's recent inactivity have accepted that he is the new recruit to fill her vacancy.

"It's Irian. Please take good care of him."

"This is Tino, commander of our mercenaries. And this is……."

Harun introduced his crew to each other. Tino and a few others have not been able to identify her, even though they have seen Irian before. If Tino the Eye-slider hadn't noticed, so would the others.

Harun, who greets his crew, was so lively that he doubted for a moment that she had been discouraged until recently.

'Which is the original shape of Irian?'

When Harun saw him smiling brightly and talking with the relatively young men, he wondered if this was the true nature that had been hidden in the mask of the saint. She felt that she was really enjoying it.

Dylan looks at Irian and says to Harun, with his jaw slightly raised.

"Good girl."

"Yes, he's a good man. You're kind. You don't have any special defensive abilities except for the cure. Please take care of Lord Dylan."

"Sure. But I know it well somewhere...."

As always, Dylan. But now I don't have to. Dylan won't be disappointed if you tell him later.

Then Tino approaches.

"I think we should share a room with Remy. Armor. The commander took care of it himself, and Donnie will take care of the rest of his personal belongings. But you really are a sunny girl. It's hard to move a person's mind like this in the first meeting."

Tino, of course, was concerned with the details. Looks like they just found out that Irian joined us with nothing.

"Take care of the commander. It's been tough lately, and we need a lot of people's attention and attention for a while."

"Don't worry."

Harun was really lucky to have such a Tino. With him, Harun doesn't have to pay much attention to his crew.

Harun, who still didn't want to tell his crew who Irian was, quit soon after trying to find out the truth. In fact, he was conscious that he was strongly attracted to Irian.

The next day.

As soon as the morning training was over, the advisors were all ready to go to the market together. Many didn't find the right weapon on the first day at the market, but there were a lot of things to live for Irian who joined as a therapist.

Dylan has decided to go to the market today. It seems that he also had things to get personally. Taniella tried to stay at the inn instead of the dealer, but Harun didn't plan on going out, so he convinced him.

"Dude, I need a riot."

Everyone didn't care about the money, but Pel asked Harun for some allowance.

"Ask the commander."

Harun doesn't usually care much about money. But Fell seemed to have a different idea.

"What Mr. Tino spends is public money, and I need it for personal use."

"Really?"

But I didn't think about it. Thinking about it, Tino was in a situation where everyone would not be able to personally give gifts or buy things to use.

There is still a rare treasure to be made for money in the sub-space, but Fel seems very peculiar. When I first met you under the name "bitch," I never wanted to beat you to dust on a rainy day like this.

Harun pulls out a bag of money from the sub-space.

"Gather around for a moment!"

Harun's words bring everyone to Harun's side.

"I haven't really thought this through in a while. You've got family and acquaintances, you've got personal supplies, and you're going to be very picky with a bear."

In fact, advisors from the mountain tribes insisted on no salary. That's why they paid the tribe more for their annual salary.

But it was just out of Evergreen, and now things have changed a little bit. Unlike before, almost no money was needed, commerce is happening between the mountain tribes now, and the need to raise personal funds to trade goods has increased greatly.

"In the future, we will pay the advisers twice a year for maintaining dignity apart from the annual salary. Advisors are the face of our gale mercenaries, so you should pay more attention to your looks and those around you in the future."

Harun paid his advisers 500 gold in aggregate.

"Haha! Thank you, Commander. As expected, we have only the commander."

Whether I wanted this kind of money or not, Ashen's advisor expressed his gratitude with a handsome expression.

"Irian is a senior therapist, so I will apply the same salary system as my advisors."

Harun needs to pay for his dignity, too, right? "

"Yes, we do! I had to decorate a lot because I suffered a lot in the beginning."

"Ugh! This guy!"

At Harun's words, Donnes glances at her with a furious look on his face. Harun smiled and gave Tino 500 gold, but Donneis took it very naturally. Tino is devastated, but unfortunately, he can't.

"Lemi and Bakin can't afford to maintain their dignity like Donnes, but this time I'll give them some allowance."

Harun gave 50 gold to Lemi, Bakin and Pell, respectively. It was a lot of money, but it won't go to waste because they're both smart.

"Tsk! More, brother!"

"Not enough?"

"Then all I have is my clothes on. You know how much defense gear I have to fix and how much I have to live with?"

"I didn't think of that."

Come to think of it, there were more than one or two things Pell needed. The Tinos will take care of it separately, but they'll want to buy something they like.

Moreover, unlike reality, Beyond's world was very expensive to repair, as well as clothing and armor. Harun thought that Pel had asked for allowance to buy things or small props from the market.

He eventually went to the market smiling after 200 more gold medals.

A guest came to my house after the crew left.

He was Illum, deputy commander of the Royal Knights. Ilum, who had previously performed Ibelin and had briefly accompanied Harun's group, was in a company with an impressive old man with white hair and black brows on his beard.

"Welcome."

"You're here early, aren't you?"

Unlike before, Illum has been politely greeted.

"No. How have you been?"

"Haha! I didn't know Captain Harun had such a handsome face. Why did you hide your face like that?"

Despite the poor impression of each other from the first meeting, Illum smiled widely as Harun welcomed him.

"Haha! I had a situation. But who's next?"

"This is……."

"You must be Commander Harun of the gale mercenaries. The king has told me many times. I'm the former head of the Crisis Squad, Mashain von Petro Asshaim."

Marshine looks older than Dylan, but she looks similar. However, it is now Harun who has gained his place in the Sword Master so that he can have a glimpse into others' hardships.

"Oh! Is that so? Forgive me for not knowing you. I'm Harun, leader of the gale mercenaries. Let's get you inside."

Harun takes the two of you to his room. Harun notices that Mashain's sharp gaze remains on him as he prepares his car, but he doesn't hide his progress.

As I sat down, I could feel Mashyne's eyes changing. Perhaps he measured his prayers.

Harun gives permission to tea and asks Illum for his greetings after a sip of tea.

"So, how have you been?"

Harun merely greets you lightly, but his face changes badly all the time.

"Well...... I know the commander already knows, but I got fired because something bad happened."

"Ah!"

Harun realized his mistake and shouted for forgiveness. Illum is the deputy commander of the Knights who guard the imperial forces. Since the Empress disappeared from the Imperial Palace, it must have had a big impact on her.

"I came to see Captain Harun about that."

Illum straightforwardly brought up the matter without even trying to apologize to Harun.

"What……?"

"Actually……."

Illum could not easily tell if he was hesitant. Marshine opens his mouth to see how frustrated he was.

"Captain Harun, we are now Wild Fix Man. Please accept us as mercenaries."

Whether I recognized his skills or determined his position, I immediately changed my mind.

"Yes?"

Harun's eyes narrow. I couldn't figure out what Marshine was saying.

"The duty of our kinsfolk was to protect and escort the imperial factors, including His Majesty. But now that the Empress has been abducted from the Imperial Court, we've been relieved of our duties. Of course I had to be terminated. In fact, I have nothing to say about being euphed in the dungeon all my life or getting my head cut off in front of everyone, but His Majesty admitted his hard work and freed me as a barbarian."

"I see."

"But in honor of not defending the Lord, we have nowhere to go. Family members will live without worry.But we can't live anywhere comfortably without restoring our dishonor. I've been thinking about it."

"Master and I decided to take charge and collect the resigned knights to find King Evelyn separately, but we couldn't find a better way to make sure our heads were stuck with the sword for the rest of our lives. It's not a place where you can raise money or spend money from your family, so you can't make any quests."

This time, Illum spoke instead of Mashain.

"We were looking for a way to find the charge somehow, and we wandered around the world, and we stumbled upon Director Furot, and we heard that there were a lot of guilds gathered here. But yesterday, Director Hurotte told me that the storm troopers were in charge of this, so I don't have to take it anymore. But we will not be relieved without our eyes to see you return safely. That's why I decided to join the storm troopers."

"Hmm."

Harun is finally able to understand Mashain's words.

"What a knight they are. '

Even after I was already discharged from the yard, one or two people were greatly regarded as thinking of becoming mercenaries who have lived their whole lives and considered themselves humble.

Both of them seemed really frustrated, both mentally and physically. There was also a lot of rust in the armor of the full plate that needed to be looked at regularly, and there was a glare.

"Though I was determined to do so, I thought of acting separately if I didn't have the ability. However, after meeting the commander in person, I could confirm that the rumors or the words of King Evelyn were not wrong. I will do everything in my power to accommodate you. However, please let me participate in rescuing the Empress. I don't need any repayment, so if this works, you can act like a dog for the rest of your life."

"So am I."

'Oh, dear. Today must be a big day for money.'

Harun decides not to worry, but to accept them both.

"Intermediate and advanced Sword Masters have discovered it themselves, and if they do, you're an idiot!" We have a lot of work to do. '

Harun pulls out the misrel bar from his magic pocket without a word. He pushes the heavy misrella bar forward one by one.

"What?"

The two of them were curious about Harun's behavior.

"Welcome, you two. Now, in this time frame, you two became warrior advisors to the gale mercenaries. Annual salary starts from 10,000 gold in the first year. And this is the half price of elegance maintenance."

Harun took out an extra 500 gold and pushed them both forward.

"Oh, no. I don't need this. No, I don't."

Marshine never thought Harun would say no, but she didn't think she'd give him the $10,000 worth of Misrill bar for a grand salary. And the cost of maintaining dignity.

"As the Head of the Knights under my command, my salary was 8,500 gold, and I was a mercenary for 10,000 gold. Who the hell is this mercenary? '

Since the territory is an abandoned Pyrin Empire, I was surprised that Mashain and Illum knew the concept of salary.

"I can't do that. I don't know if you know this, but mercenaries have quite a risk allowance to carry out their quests with their lives. Moreover, our storm troopers are more at risk to handle only difficult quests. You get paid, of course."

"Ha, but……."

"I don't know if you know, but one of the quests I received was 100 million gold."

"Huff!"

"Hghup!"

At Harun's words, two people's mouths open. Although I was born in a noble family, I had never heard of such an amount in my life.

"Armor made of sea cows, quality weapons and everyday essentials will be provided free of charge on a regular basis. However, please purchase items such as magic backpacks personally. We want you both on a mission right away, so please buy your personal items, including weapons refining. The contents of the two quests received this time...."

Mashain and Illum were quickly stepping forward as a squadron of thunderous mercenaries, hearing about the Ghost and the Empress Evelyn before they even took the money.