In the eyes of the mayor of Shovel Port Town, these bloodied ruffians were the ideal recruits.
However, looking at the so-called "ideal soldiers" in front of him, Mr. Alpha couldn't help but doubt—could they really handle the army of Revodan?
Mr. Alpha gazed at the dark clouds looming on the horizon.
"It's going to rain."
...
[Southwest of Iron Peak County]
[Upstream of Mirror Lake]
[On a bed inside a ship cabin]
"So…" Anna asked curiously, "What happened to Mr. Borso da Este in the end?"
Winters, who was flipping through a box of sketches, asked without looking up, "Who's Borso da Este?"
Anna gave Winters a gentle kick. "It's the White Eagle."
Winters curled his lip. "Oh… what else could've happened? Of course, it ended how it was supposed to."
"And how is that?"
