This is a tale set in a mystical realm,
Where magic abounds,
Where love remains unwavering, friendship unshakable, and familial bonds run deep.
Through a twist of fate, or perhaps mere coincidence, an accident that should not have involved her inste...
In the beginning, being a mercenary was all about making money. But later, when I no longer needed the funds, it became more about being with my companions. There was also a small part of me that wanted to improve my combat skills, even though I didn't have many opportunities to fight.
Watching Lanxius and the others battle the Cipi, it was clear their skills had improved rapidly. The three of them managed to trap two Level Seven magical beasts. Digar's arrows had pierced the Cipi's bellies multiple times, while Gamai took advantage of every opportunity to slash at their legs. Lanxius engaged them directly, maneuvering skillfully.
Thanks to their cooperation, the two Cipi we lured out were soon covered in wounds. Just as Lanxius was about to finish them off, a group of people emerged from the other side of the forest. My heart sank. How had they approached without me noticing? And worse, it was the Wild Wolf Mercenary Group—the very ones we had a past grievance with.
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I recognized some familiar faces among them. The man who had insulted us before was standing behind their leader. I examined the leader, a man in his early thirties, tall and strong with a hardened expression. A jagged scar, clearly left by a sharp blade, marred his face, giving him an aura of hostility and cruelty.
As I observed him, he was also watching me. He spoke to the man behind him, and although I couldn't hear their words, his gaze made it clear they were up to no good. It seemed the person we had offended still held some influence within the Wild Wolves. They were known for always seeking revenge—it was unlikely they'd let us leave peacefully.
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But why had they come to the Ogada Forest now, of all times, when we were on a mission? Was this mere coincidence? It seemed too calculated. I wasn't sure if they knew that we were now the fourth-ranked Lianmie Mercenary Group. Though we weren't as strong as them, our abilities were unquestionable. I looked at the situation on the field—Lanxius and the others had sustained minor injuries but were holding up. The Cipi were nearly dead, and they were at the final stage of the battle. If the Wild Wolves took advantage of this to steal our mission, we'd be in trouble.
I watched them anxiously. Yah tugged at me, asking, "Sasha, who are they?"
Ao had already moved to protect me, and I pulled Yah into my arms. "They're trouble. It looks like they've come to cause problems for us. Little Yah, make sure you protect yourself when the time comes."
