“Hmm-” San sighed.

“Have you made a decision?” Biyeon asked.

“We’ll have to get in the mix. The timing and attack maneuvering doesn’t seem random. There’s no reason why we should think that we’re safe right now. If we get in the mix, we’ll at least gain some information,” he answered.

“Will you go by yourself?”

“I’d really enjoy your company on this one.”

“What about our crew?”

“Those youngsters from the great clans following closely behind us should be enough of a deterrent for anyone who plans on attacking our crew. Anyways, they’ll catch up to us later on. Let’s just tell them that they can take their time.”

The two started running forward after conveying a message to their crew. They left their horses and started running off towards the merchant convoy. As they passed over the green fields, jumped over rocks, and ran along a side path, they equipped their sword, put on their gloves, and fastened their laces.

Their speed was faster than any horse, and their footsteps were lighter than a sparrow’s. They were moving so quickly that the air rustled in a spot seconds after they had passed.

“Are they planning on getting into the mix?” Dongyoung murmured as he looked at San and Biyeon’s receding image.

“They gave an order for everyone else to...