“That is correct. Lord Fairchild will grant Sir Eugene the authority to command fifty troops. Moreover, he will pay five hundred silver coins regardless of victory or defeat.”

It was a greater sum than both of the subjugations combined. And that wasn’t all…

“In addition, the mercenaries under Sir Eugene’s command will be paid their daily wages separately, and you would be entrusted all rights to the loot gained from the battle in case of victory.”

‘It truly is an offer befitting a noble with a title.’

“Sir Eugene! This is a golden opportunity for success! Let’s do it!” Mirian shouted excitedly without hiding her desires.

However, Eugene ignored her and responded to Mills. “How could Lord Fairchild trust me when I’ve never even met him? No, in the first place, how did Lord Fairchild know that I was here?”

“Well, that’s…”

Any other knight would have accepted the offer without hesitation, but it appeared he was truly a bit unique just as the stories had it. Mills continued with a side glance.

“This man informed us about the stories of Sir Eugene.”

Everyone’s gaze shifted, and the other figure slowly raised his hood.

“I-it’s nice to see you again, Sir Eugene.”

The man bowed repeatedly while sweating. It was Delduan, the merchant who recently crossed Mount Marcus alongside Eugene.

***

“Wow, I’m truly speechless. So that man really was a military depot merchant, right?”

“Fucking hell. So he lied to us even though he was actually heading to the...