Let's Visit the South (84)

In the tavern, late at night after all the members had gone home.

Antino sat alone at the counter, the Mercenary King's diary spread open before him as he sipped his drink.

Having read and reread it all day, he could now recite most of its contents without even looking.

Yet the more he read, the more tangled his thoughts became.

“This is absurd.”

A mercenary saw plenty of death.

Someone called the Mercenary King must have witnessed tens, hundreds of deaths.

And yet he had begun to have doubts about mercenary work the moment his son died.

The Mercenary King, whom Antino had always thought of as superhuman, now seemed like a person just like him.

“Phew.”...