Boom!

Karuta pushed the last rock down the cliff and the coastal road was finally cleared of debris. The carriage was finally able to move through.

“Good work.”

“Sniff! It wasn’t even hard work anyways.”

There were small cuts all over his body, but Karuta grinned as he shook the dust off his hands. Raven didn’t worry much either as orcs were several times more resilient than humans.

“What should we do with these guys, my lord?” Isla asked

Raven glanced back. Three mercenaries were bound tightly by rope next to the carriage. As Raven’s gaze headed towards them, the mercenaries shook in fear. All of them had severe injuries or broken limbs.

If they were nobles, they would have been treated better and ransomed, but they were men who had lived by the blade.

They had dared to attack a duchy’s carriage, so there was almost no chance of survival. Nevertheless, the mercenaries clung to the slightest possibility.

There must be a reason why they were left alive when all the others were killed. Thus, the mercenaries looked with fear and pain at the young master who was standing before them.

“Where are you from?”

Raven asked the bearded mercenary on the far left.

“Uh, that’s…”

The mercenary hesitated...