Tyron paused, his memory tracing back.

"Ah, right... Julien Mercenary Corps."

He had heard about them a few times before. At the time, he thought they were reasonably skilled. But that was all. The thought had long faded from his mind, as there was no reason to pay attention to such a small, newly formed mercenary group.

And yet, they had now united all the mercenaries in Nodehill! When had they managed to pull off such a bold move?

For a small mercenary group, their growth rate was astonishingly fast. However, rapid growth and following his commands were entirely different matters.

“Didn’t you propose my terms to them?” Tyron asked.

“Yes, since they’ve now unified, I thought it would be easier to manage and passed it along. But... they refused.”