I was a Confessarius, and right now, I was panicking.
I had come to Scar Market to clear out potential threats for a meeting between two important figures.
During a brief break, I happened to hear someone discussing Babel Tower. Curious about those strange mercenaries, I decided to show myself and make contact.
I deliberately chose an entrance intimidating enough—appearing silently behind them.
I had not even drawn my sword. By my original assessment, dealing with them should not have required it.
But now, I regretted it.
A heavy greatsword was resting steadily beside my carotid artery.
What kind of speed was that?! Not even Lord Qaisatusta could possibly be that fast!
Damn it!
I had to calm them down, or I probably would not get out of this alive...
My name was Hedley. I was a mercenary, and right now, I was panicking.
The moment I spotted the Confessarius from afar, I knew trouble was coming.
Normally, small fry like us should not have caught someone like his attention.
But we had just been discussing Babel Tower. The Confessarius stood with the Military Commission, and no one knew whether he might casually dispose of us while he was at it.
I led everyone away, but he actually followed us and appeared directly behind our employer.
To be honest, at that moment, I had no way of judging who was stronger: my employer or this Confessarius.
But now I knew.
Because my sword was pressed against that Confessarius's neck, yet I swore I had not done anything like that!!!
A sharp stab of pain came from my backside, and the person behind me made one thing abundantly clear—
If I did not cooperate, my dignity would not survive...
I was Vera, and right now, I was a little flustered.
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