“Count Daggleton is preparing to invade us again, only this time he’ll be coming with the Silver Lion Mercenaries. As you all probably know, we don’t stand a chance with the men we have left after the last battle. So, if we were to fight them, we are going to have to bring out every last man we have in the territory,” Count Mollando said, showing his intention to retaliate against his counterpart.2

“Are you considering going to another war, my lord?”1

“Only if you think we stand a chance.”0

A heavy silence fell in the room.0

“Are the Silver Lions that strong? That’s a disgustingly cool name, though,” Urich said as he rested his chin on his fist. The other lieges frowned at his words.1

“How could you not know of the Silver Lion Mercenaries? You’re a mercenary yourself.”0

“Hey, what’s it to you? Who cares if I don’t know them? Have any of you even seen them yourselves? Aren’t you all just shaking at the stories you heard of them?”0

Urich’s retort made Bachman flinch.0

“Urich, the Silver Lions are strong. Very strong. No reputation in the mercenary world is made in vain.”0

“Is that so? Count, are you going to fight, or not?” Urich looked at Mollando...0