The Bull Mercenary Group headquarters, where Deputy Squad Leader Prince Ferdinand sat in the center with a gloomy expression.
The other members of the Royal Faction were trembling with fear at his side, their faces pale as ghosts, not daring even to breathe too heavily.
"Everyone here is a cadet in our Bull Mercenary Group, with far more experience and credentials than those in ordinary, small mercenary groups," the Prince's words brewed with immense anger, like a storm about to break, "Can anyone tell me why we can't even handle a small mercenary group?"
Not a word was spoken.
Of course, those who could become mid-level officers in a Large Mercenary Group wouldn't be foolish enough to think that the Prince was really asking a question... he was merely venting his rage.
Naturally, The Azure Longsword was no easy target either.
