Ever since joining the merchant caravan's guards, the formation had changed.
At first, the four of us had marched in a single file.
Then we became pairs, forming a circular guard around the camels.
The remaining person, Vera—the fourth sister—was responsible for scouting, patrolling the outer perimeter on alert.
When Rudy reported our professions, he listed me as a King-ranked magician.
So I was assigned to an inner position, and the one protecting me was the third sister.
The short, big-breasted bruiser, Yani.
Her skin leaned toward a coffee color, but her face was quite pretty. The women of the Begaritt Continent all had an exotic sort of beauty.
Perhaps because they also fought and mostly used heavy weapons, their bodies were trained with muscle. The curves of those muscles probably stirred more desire in most men.
Still, I had heard that women on the Begaritt Continent aged very quickly. There was no way to verify that.
In their eyes, doing such dangerous work, living to forty already counted as a long life!
The one guarding Rudy was the eldest sister, Darcy Romero. She was the true giant muscle woman.
Her arms were thicker than my thighs, and she was over two meters tall. I had to look up when talking to her. She was probably not young anymore either, with many wrinkles on her face.
Rudy was probably jealous that I had a young girl guarding me!
As for the merchant caravan's president, Helen Robert, I still had not seen her true face. She usually sat in the carriage at the center of the camels.
Even when she occasionally got out, she wore a veil. She seemed to retain her charm, but it was a pity I had never seen her in person.
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