After bidding farewell to the old steward of the border count, the leaders of the two major mercenary groups returned to the camp with dozens of mages.
However, the smiles on their faces had faded considerably, and there was a hint of wariness in their eyes as they looked at each other.
The Bleta Mercenary Corps and the Owl Mercenary Corps were both long-established groups active at the empire's border. Like the nearby Half-Beasts, they amassed their capital by hunting elves, which often led to friction.
"Cynthia, regardless of our previous disputes between the two groups, this time we are facing a Black Dragon. Although it hasn't reached adulthood yet, we must take it seriously given our strength. So... let's put aside our grudges for now. I assume you wouldn't want to be surpassed by the 'Crocodile,' right?"
Kains glanced at Cynthia and said in a deep voice.
Crocodile...
Upon hearing that name, Cynthia's smile faded even more, and a hint of gloom appeared between her brows.
