Katze Plains: Draconic Kingdom Escort Squad

Aishand was a typical middle-aged man with blond hair and blue eyes. He was not particularly muscular, but the scar on his face made him seem difficult to provoke.

As the captain of the Third Guard Squad of the Draconic Kingdom, he should not have been in this extremely dangerous Cursed Land.

Clink, clink!

He tugged at his armor, and the leather between its metal rings rubbed together with a faint clattering sound.

Aishand gripped the weapon hanging at his waist and let out a long breath. Only his armor and weapon gave him any sense of security in this godforsaken place.

"I should've kept my mouth shut!"

Standing atop a ruined, abandoned three-story tower, Aishand looked out over the world shrouded in thin mist in every direction and spat. "If I can make it back alive—ah, damn it!"

He hurriedly shut his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to slap himself. Saying unlucky things in a place like this could easily make them come true!

Who told him to boast so often that he had been to the Katze Plains? That was why he had been selected.

Aishand wondered whether he had offended someone to be chosen for such a dangerous mission.

Bang!

Bang!

Deliberately slowed footsteps came from the stairway. Another fully armed figure emerged from the tower stairs, carrying water and food.

"Captain, there's no danger, right?"

As the soldier handed over the water and food, he nervously peered ahead and muttered cautiously, "I keep feeling like Undead might charge out of the fog at any moment."

"Stop scaring yourself, idiot!"

Aishand took the food with his rough palm and scolded him. He gulped down some water, then picked up hard bread tough enough to use as a stone and said as if unconcerned, "We have a