“Speak.”

“Ha ha!”

With a tense expression, Warren's attendant reported the damage and losses. No matter how extensive Warren's commercial empire on the Reim continent, the amount was not something one could laugh off.

The reporting man fully understood this, so he cowered in front of his master, Warren Martivfon, who was draped in a robe and completely naked. Meanwhile, Warren stood by the window, arms wide open as if soaking up the sunlight, with his back turned to the attendant.

“Buy some time.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Buy some time” — it was clear he meant for the *Immortal Mercenary Corps*.