"Is something like this strange to you?"
"Is something like this strange for a mercenary?"
Hearing Roy's words, W retorted without hesitation.
From the first time she met Roy, W had understood one thing: although this man might now bear the title of mercenary, he was not truly one.
Perhaps W had been a mercenary for less than a year, but compared to Roy, she could still be considered a qualified mercenary.
Profit-driven, indifferent to life, utterly untrustworthy...
Among the words W could think of to describe the profession of mercenary, there were hardly any that sounded good. That alone was enough to prove what mercenaries were like, and it was precisely why W had responded with a question.
Because she simply did not believe any mercenary would be like Roy. After all, even members of the same mercenary corps would be abandoned if they were severely wounded and had almost no chance of treatment, much less people who were not even acquaintances and could practically be called strangers.
Merely leaving them to fend for themselves was already merciful. In most cases, mercenaries would kill such people and trade them in as trophies for a bounty.
"..."
W's words made Roy pause slightly.
He had already tried his best to make his conduct resemble that of a mercenary, but it seemed he had not done enough.
However, he did not intend to continue like that. He no longer needed the disguise of being a mercenary. Now, he could face the world as his true self. After all... he was not some undercover agent.
"That's right. I really am not a mercenary."
"Stop talking, I... Huh?! You're actually admitting it just like that?"
Hearing Roy's words, W was somewhat surprised. She had originally planned to pry out more information with a