The First Team Hunt

No one knew what price had to be paid to kill a Chosen of God, not even Anse himself.

So he chose to follow behind Cleric Aven and the Arcane Research Society to observe first. He would not force himself into the spotlight, instead serving as top-tier support and only snatching the kill if an opportunity arose.

"I—I support you." Elise admitted that she had no confidence in this, but she had chosen this man herself. Even if she was terrified, she had to accept it.

"Relax. Isn't this an opportunity as well?" Anse gazed blankly toward the northwest, as though his eyes had landed on the trade capital where he had lived for twenty years.

The experience of fleeing had been etched into his bones. He did not want to run anymore.

Elise bumped him with her shoulder. "The Philou Mercenary Group is here. They're all waiting in the teleportation hall."

"Good. You're coming too. I'll take you hunting." Anse pulled her to her feet.

"Hm?"

"Don't ask yet."

The two went downstairs together and arrived at one of the castle's side halls.

Makaria was waiting with more than sixty mercenaries. Two attendants served nearby, while the table was laden with food and wine.

After exchanging a few simple words, Anse activated the Teleportation Circle and sent most of the mercenaries to White Stone Island, leaving behind only Makaria, Amnon, and a handful of others.

He also brought Giant Tail over while he was at it.

Amnon was one of the only two elite Professionals in the mercenary group besides Makaria. An eighth-level Battle Master, he had always served as the deputy commander and knew how to lead troops and train soldiers.

Anse arranged for him to take over the Durag City Guard. The remaining few were helpers Amnon