192 Twilight Time

“Hans will be left alone for now. We can’t move our people again just to get him back. We’d be wiped out that way.”

Laura said. She looked down at the corpse sprawled on the floor and idly swung one leg.

It was, in effect, a declaration that they were abandoning Hans outright, yet no one objected.

If the boss said so, then so be it. In mercenary society, where hierarchy was more certain than anything else, the commander’s word alone carried absolute authority.

More than that, she could even save others with her ability. In a structure where if she said die, you died, and if she said run, you ran, hesitation simply did not exist.

That made sense, didn’t it? If you knew you would come back anyway even after dying when told to die, you could endure a little pain. Torture was rough, but as long as the mind wasn’t shattered and the biological data wasn’t corrupted, recovery was always possible.

Because of that, death as a concept did not exist for the Florence Mercenary Corps. They knew restoration could not be abused, but even so, escaping an immediate crisis by dying wasn’t difficult for them.

Hans was the same.

Like Anna, Maia, and Victor, he was one of the original members who had stayed since the mercenary corps was founded. His ability was hardly impressive, but he was still practically a comrade they had spent years with.

Anna recalled his fear-stricken face and ran a hand roughly through her hair...