On the same day.

I went looking for Roland and his gang.

Passed through various buildings and entered an inn. This inn looks like a low-class one but has more rooms, suitable for mercenary groups who want to keep their expenses down.

The door opened to where the mercenaries I knew were standing there, noticing my presence, two mercenaries then approached.

I ignored them and sat down immediately.

"Call Roland over here."

One of the mercenaries then went to the second floor. Meanwhile, while looking at the mercenary near me, I noticed that the sweat on his face started to fall. He seemed to be trying to endure a stomachache as he looked at me.

I didn't mind that, but I complained about the pungent odor reaching my nose.

It was my own fault, I shouldn't have come sooner than I did. There are tons of good times to see Roland but this is definitely not the right time.

As befits men who value their lives, the afterglow of success is important to celebrate. That was their realm of privacy and rights so there was no way I could interfere.

Even though I felt very uncomfortable at the pungent smell and atmosphere I was currently experiencing.

"Hmm.... I don't like the smell of pandanus."

Seeing and hearing what I said made the mercenary step back a little while continuing to sweat more. There was a look of worry on his face so he swallowed his own saliva to try to act calm.

Taking off my black gloves to then run them around my nose. I tried to smell my own body odor so that the pungent smell of this man would not stain my nose.

At least, I was wearing perfume.

After a while of waiting, Roland finally arrived.

My eyes shrink slightly when I see his appearance, his clothes are messy, his face is full of sweat and the smell of pandanus is even more pungent than other people.

He also forgot to tidy up his open pants and belt. Maybe it was because he was in a hurry.

"Sorry to keep you waiting Miss White."

"Excuse me."

I gave the condition through my eyes for him to straighten his clothes. Soon, Roland realized that his pants had become loose, so he straightened them to sit in front of me.

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His eyes blinked slightly as he tried to wipe off the sweat that was still falling.

When he was done, he then asked me.

"What did you want to talk to us about?"

"..#+$$-@+&"

Because my mouth was covered by a black glove, the tone of voice that came out of my throat did not seem to reach Roland's ears.

So I put the black gloves back on, the moment I wanted to speak, the pungent odor made me dizzy. To be honest I almost forgot what I wanted to say and wanted to leave this disgusting place immediately, but this is my business so I have to say it.

"Roland, I want your contract extended. One gold coin for one month."

...

A while after Hazel left.

Roland with a sickly expression looked at the pile of silver coins on the table.

He then looked right and left where he found that his coworkers all had the same expression.

"We object..."

"Roland, that crazy woman is definitely a red flag. If we keep following her, what do you think will happen to us."

"I still remember that woman's terrifying face when stepping on hundreds of corpses like that was nothing."

"There is no woman in the world who would show that kind of attitude. I would even believe it if someone told me that woman wasn't actually human."

There was a feeling of horror that spread around the people, Roland knew because he also felt the same feeling.

The feeling where he saw a monster that resembled a woman. Roland wanted to scream repeatedly for his mind to realize that a woman should have a beautiful, sweet face, with a gentle, seductive demeanor.

That was also the reason why he had hired some young comfort girls with his colleagues. It was necessary for him to be able to distinguish between normal women and abnormal women, otherwise he might have some kind of traumatic experience with women.

Some of Roland's colleagues now might have had such experiences.

"That woman's behavior was really unnatural."

"When I was around her, I felt very scared."

"You're right, that woman even looks down on us behind her cold face. I think we're actually just meat shields in her eyes. Isn't that too much?"

Roland's colleagues in the vicinity continued to speak, their worries piercing into the back of their minds. It only took a few more moments before wild thoughts were voiced-

"Hey, guys, what if the massacre was actually planned by the girl herself?"

The atmosphere then became silent, everyone who spoke then closed their mouths.

What's up with that?

Why did that man say something nonsensical? Even for wild imaginations, there should be clear boundaries.

How could a woman possibly plan such a heinous thing?

Behind their experience fighting bandits and monsters, death was probably a frequent occurrence. The corpses of their comrades or comrades-in-arms were not something that frightened them.

But the experience they had just gone through made them realize that the level of insanity had shifted to a higher point.

"Are you stupid."

Roland yelled at his partner before continuing.

"I mean, it makes no sense. Why would Miss White go to that extent?"

"It could have happened. We're talking about that crazy lady here, of course there must be a reason behind it. For example, a trade rivalry."

"Trade rivalry? What do you mean?"

"Well, we all know that some merchants are cunning, and this applies to that woman too. She probably wants to get rid of her fellow merchants to make more money."

Hearing what the man said, the colleagues around Roland nodded their heads, they seemed to agree with what he said.

On the other hand, Roland refused by shaking his head.

"That's impossible, I don't see any profit in the imaginary trade competition you mentioned. If Miss White was looking for profit, I think she would have decided to cooperate rather than get rid of her other business partners."

In the eyes of merchants, as long as they had many partners with similar interests, cooperating tended to be the option they would choose.

Rationally through Roland's experience, competition that leads to cooperation will usually create benefits for each party around them.

In Roland's current situation where it is very difficult for him to find a job, getting a job offer from Miss White is a golden opportunity, but unfortunately the colleagues around him do not realize it.

'Chk..these people are trying to deceive themselves by saying stupid things.'

Roland wanted to yell at them when he heard what they said.

"That crazy woman probably has tons of connections around her. She could have sent one of her underlings that we don't know about to prepare an attack on Mr. Gustaf's caravan. Once we cross the same path and see the tragedy, then that woman can make us witnesses so that she won't be suspected by anyone, especially the merchant guild she does business with. At the same time, the commodities that Mr. Gustaf is carrying will be in her possession."

"Enough."

"Roland, this is not about money but also about our safety."

"Enough, I told you enough, why can't you hear that?"

It made no sense. It might be believed by ordinary people or people who were a little bit smart, but in Roland's eyes, there were so many holes of nonsense. For example, the attack was carried out by the Death order, a mysterious organization that had recently reactivated. The organization's motives were unknown, and they didn't want money, so how could a female merchant cooperate with them?

Why couldn't his colleagues notice something this obvious? Why? Roland couldn't think of anything, anything he said wouldn't be heard by his colleagues.

An army with members who did not listen to their superiors could not be called an army.

Here, Roland then decided.

"I want to disband the mercenaries. You can leave anytime without me."