Incompatible Interspecies Wives

Chapter 89: The Mercenary Meeting (5)

Several days passed and we left Stockpin behind.

Our entire mercenary group gathered, heading to the meeting venue as if we were embarking on a grand expedition.

The time had come.

"...Ha."

I exhaled deeply. This was because these mercenary talks were so bothersome.

I understood that these proceedings were meant to prevent a larger confrontation, but our entire mercenary group had to mobilize to avoid looking weak.

In the face of mercenary groups where strength was everything, we couldn't be overpowered merely by might.

Moreover, the Red Flames had fewer members compared to other large mercenary groups.

It took a long time to train a single member, so we had no choice.

Given our limited numbers, every single one was precious; everyone had to head to the meeting venue. No exceptions.

I loosely gripped the reins and looked behind.

Ner and Arwin were riding after me, guiding their horses.

"Are you ready?"

I asked.

Arwin and Ner nodded.

"..."

A significant concern for this meeting was the presence of these two.

Perhaps, my wives were going to be the focal point of this meeting.

Thanks to my wives, now the Red Flames had nobles backing them.

Back then, the meeting seemed naive, but now it made a massive difference.

What seemed like an unfavorable exchange in the past was now bolstering our strength.

Even other nobles couldn't underestimate our mercenary group, which was comprised solely of commoners.

At that time, the Red Flames was expanding its momentum and influence.

I sensed that other mercenary groups might further restrain us.

To not be oppressed, they might resort to provoking us, even throwing insults.

Perhaps I too was on the brink of countless skirmishes and battles.

The nobles who brought about all these changes were my wives.

...No, I was certainly on the cusp of conflict.

To break the prestige of our Red Flames group, targeting me, the husband of these nobles, would be most effective.

That being said, I wasn't particularly worried about such battles.

Rather, I was concerned about my wives who would be hurt by the insults.

I let out a sigh and said to my wives,

"...I've told you, it's going to get rough."

Both of them nodded silently.

"There will inevitably be words you'll hear that might hurt. I'll handle it, but don't be hurt by what you hear."

"Yes."

"Understood, Berg."

I exhaled deeply once again.

...They responded as if they understood, but did they really?

"...."

But there was nothing I could do.

I nodded my head and spurred my horse on.