"Why, now is the time for us to shine," the Arrow Captain urged, "Staying with the group, there's no issue with becoming a noble later on, Gus."
Elsa glanced at them and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with the current scene. She couldn't help shaking her head and bypassed everyone, saying:
"No, I have my own mission to accomplish."
More persuasive voices emerged from the captains, while Eliphas silently stared at her, an unknown emotion echoing in his blue pupils.
Neither emotional retention nor rational persuasion could make Elsa stop her steps, and it was at this moment.
"Shing—"
The sound of a sword being drawn came from behind, causing the captains to gasp.
"Gus, do you remember the mercenary's rules?"
Eliphas, holding a saber, stared coldly at Elsa and said:
"If you want to leave without permission, then speak with your swords."
Elsa halted, her back to Eliphas, the shadows cast by two greatswords vast enough to almost engulf him.
