There was a bonfire in front of the wooden house by the lake. That poor bear killed by the FA organization became their dinner. The surviving mercenaries and armed forces sat by the fire along with the remaining assassins. They were merrily eating the bear and drinking vodka. There were men singing and dancing. No one was grieving over their sacrificed comrades. 

When they had not yet received their money, the dead comrades were still in their thoughts along with their widows and children. But now that they had the money, who cares? With more loss to the battle, the less they had to split.

The Grey and Russo sisters were huddled up in the wooden house. They did not dare to exit.. Under intoxication, the men would not be above sinning despite already being paid. Who could’ve guaranteed that those vile men weren’t plotting anything involving them? No one could guarantee anything under the influence of alcohol.

“Do you think he’ll come back for us?” Rosa broke the...