"Grrrk... You crazy bastard..."

Martin, coughing up blood, wore a look of disbelief as he died.

A king of mercenaries? He had never heard of such a title, nor had he ever thought about it.

It was well-known that Count Fenris was insane. So anything he said just sounded like more madness to Martin.

‘Is there no end to how unlucky I am?’

Martin was angry at dying this way, caught by such a madman.

"My father... will definitely kill you... tear you apart..."

Martin cursed as he breathed his last.

The Drake Mercenary Corps looked at Martin’s corpse with …