"There's a girl outside who says she's a friend who came with you."
The girl Baron Feliers mentioned was, of course, Tracy. She had deliberately waited until Dago had settled everything before coming up.
Tracy's beauty and bearing were so striking that no one dared stop her, leaving her path completely clear.
"She's my friend."
Dago nodded. Baron Feliers breathed a sigh of relief, then continued, "We've investigated it. These damned 'bandits' used to belong to a group called the Rogue Adventurers' Group."
"They went around plundering nobles under the pretense of standing up for commoners, using the proceeds to support the wizard in their ranks."
"Those bastards keep talking about justice, but aren't they really just after gold? Five years ago, that blacksmith named Dick offered up his own wife to settle his debts. He was a gambler and a drunkard through and through."
Baron Feliers spoke through gritted teeth, but Dago had no interest whatsoever in any of this.
He raised a hand slightly to interrupt Baron Feliers, then strolled over to the thugs kneeling before a pile of corpses, their hands bound behind their backs. Everyone who passed them wore an undisguised look of hatred.
The household soldiers Feliers maintained had suffered heavy casualties in the battle, including his two strongest knight-level fighters. Dago remembered one of them quite clearly. If his memory served, the man had taught "him" swordsmanship when he was little.
All the members of the Rogue Adventurers' Group, led by the burly man built like a black tower, were here, like lambs awaiting slaughter.
The black-robed wizard had now revealed her true appearance. Surprisingly, she was a woman, with a large black birthmark on her face that made her ugly.
The woman knelt on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably beneath her black