"We march!"
Waaaaaaa—
Please succeed and return safely!
Long live the Kingdom of Pragia!
The subjugation force of nearly eight hundred departed from Ginchef amid the people's passionate cheers.
The kingdom's regular army and mercenaries moved separately, keeping some distance, and Aint joined the Gray Spear Mercenary Band with Barosu.
"So this is the famous descendant of the Armian family?"
"The one who defeated our young master with one hand?"
"But can such a noble person adapt to mercenary life?"
"Maybe? Being an Armian, even a hundred years ago, they were foot... urk!"
"We're talking about a great family, show some respect. Pleased to meet you. I'm Hector."
The mercenaries approached one by one to greet him. Each had hands full of scars and calluses.
The one who practically managed the rough Gray Spear Mercenary Band was a mercenary named Hector. A huge 2-meter tall figure with a muscular build, covered in scars.
"I'm Aint."