In the vast campsite, only Gol and Megan remained on the wooden chairs.
...
Outside the campsite.
The mercenary corps leader, Quid, was standing on the open space of the square.
He slightly raised his head, scanning the church buildings ahead.
After several rounds of searching, mercenary corps members had not found any place they could break into.
Calling it a church building.
It's more fitting to describe it as a military fortress.
As Quid was scanning.
A commotion of footsteps and terrified wails sounded behind him.
"Sir, please spare us?"
"Yes, we are just ordinary farmers living in the city…"
"Killing us would be meaningless, and it would stain you with foul blood…"
"Let us go, sirs…"
The next instant.
An impatient shout drowned out their pleas.
"Shut up!"
"Dare to scream again, and I'll slaughter you now!"
The previously clamorous group immediately fell silent.
Quid turned on his heel and looked over.
