‘Ah, shoot…’

The young man pulled the sword out of the sheath in the heat of the moment, but now he stood in place without doing anything, biting his lips.

This was clearly his own mistake. Unsheathing a weapon in the middle of a pub with so many eyes present was the perfect excuse to get stabbed. There was a way to defuse the situation. A very simple, easy way.

‘No, I should not.’

The troubled young man bit down on his lips harder while sinking deep into thought. Until now, he had suffered quite a bit of humiliation in the Pendragon Duchy, but he had never resorted to ‘that’.

Shiing.

The young man re-sheathed his sword.

“Hm?”

The mercenaries had already surrounded the young man, and they looked at him with frowns. But their frowns soon turned into sneers.

“Hah, are you getting cold feet now, little boy?”

“You thought we would let you off easy? You should not have drawn your sword in the first place.”

The young man’s face turned red at the derisive words, but he bowed his head.

“I became agitated and made a mistake in the heat of the moment. I apologize.”

The mercenaries put their weapons away. The other party had apologized first, and there were many eyes in the pub as well.

“Hmph! What a ...