Even though they had once been bandits, criminals, drifters, or exiles.
They still wanted a better life.
High walls and defensive works to protect them.
A steady source of food to fill their bellies.
Soft-bodied women to hold as they fell asleep every night.
And, most of all, inexhaustible wealth to draw on without end.
All the Mercenary Corps members turned their expectant gazes toward Leader Gol on the stone throne.
Feeling those gazes upon him.
Gol's expression did not change as he stared straight at Megan opposite him and continued.
"This seems to benefit only me as the leader."
"What do you stand to gain from all this?"
Megan was slightly surprised in her heart.
She truly had not expected it.
Gol Krueger, who looked like a black bear, was clearly the sort of man who solved problems with power.
Yet he possessed such a cautious nature.
But when Megan thought it over, it made sense.
If Gol did not have a certain level of ability—
