“Yes, I understand!”

Osvald could do nothing but nod furiously, repeating his agreement over and over. Humiliated beyond belief, he knew his career as a mercenary in the region was over. The fact that he was still alive despite having started this whole mess was a blessing in itself.

Ghislain’s low, calm voice continued.

“Everyone here will now join Julien’s Mercenary Corps. If you don’t want to join, that’s fine, but forget about being a mercenary in this area ever again.”

“Y-yes, I understand.”

“You’re an exception, though. You seem somewhat useful, so I’ll keep you around.”

“I-I don’t—”