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“Young master Roel? You’re referring to the young master of the Ascart House whom we protected a while back?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

In the armory of the Ironwall Mercenaries, its leader—a tall, long-haired woman named Cynthia—glared at the old secretary of the mercenary band with a displeased frown on her face.

“They’re telling us to go under the Ascart Fiefdom’s command? Are you joking with me?”

“That’s the notice we have received from Rosa’s officials. They say that there have been some modifications to the contract, and we’ll be coming under the Ascart Fiefdom. They want us to heed young master Roel’s instructions from now onward. As for the salary…”

“It’s the Theocracy we’re talking about here!”


Cynthia angrily interrupted the old secretary, shouting out the concerns that the other members of the mercenary band shared.

The Saint Mesit Theocracy was home to the Genesis Goddess Church, and it was known for its peace and stability. It was the holy land for the believers of Sia, where they sought to be. However, the same couldn’t be said about the heretics.

Ever since the March Turmoil around two hundred years ago, large flocks of heretics had been constantly migrating away from the Saint Mesit Theocracy, causing the number of heretics in its territories to remain low even to this day. This was an inevitable result of the hostility directed toward heretics by the people and laws there.

In contrast, Rosa’s people and laws were much more accepting.

In the many years since the formation of the Ironwall Mercenaries, they had never taken up any jobs in the Saint Mesit Theocracy before. It was only because Charlotte had offered an unusually huge sum this time that they made an exception and accompanied her to the Ascart Fiefdom. Even so, they still ended up being held in custody by the Theocracy, and it was only in the last few days that they were finally released.

“Can we turn down the offer?”

“Not to Rosa.”

“What if we slip them money?”

“That won’t work. It’s a decision made by the upper echelons.”

The old secretary stroked his beard contemplatively before heaving a sigh. He turned to Cynthia and advised.

“There’s only one chance if we wish to turn down the offer. There will be a negotiation regarding this very soon, and you can relay your thoughts to young master Roel in person.”

“Hey! Are you telling our leader to face a noble of the Theocracy?”

“That won’t do. That’s too dangerous!”

The words of the old secretary stirred a huge commotion as the members of the mercenary band overthrew the idea right away agitatedly. Due to Cynthia’s beauty, she would rarely attend any formal meetings, especially those involving nobles, as it often led to a whole stream of trouble afterward.

Her beautiful appearance and identity as a heretic had caused Cynthia to be previously hounded by quite a few disgusting nobles. Some of them even haughtily ‘offered’ to take her in as their m

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