In just half a day, Annan had made the Oscuras Mercenary Company belong to Annan—no, to Reeves.
And now that he had authority, Annan urged the Dragon-Slaying Team to set out at once.
He had no intention of revealing his identity yet. Who knew whether Grand Commander Raymond had anyone in the team? Besides, Illymoyas might flee again by the time they arrived. Better to find her first.
To be honest, Annan rather liked the atmosphere in the Dragon-Slaying Team.
Captain Reyne was driven, but he never made anyone feel pressured. Besides, who could dislike a Holy Knight trying to save his homeland?
Rofi was full of surprises. She looked small and harmless, but it took little time to discover she was a Necromancer who dealt with death every day, and the cute doll she carried was stuffed with remains. Get to know her better, and she turned out to be another Tina, with nothing but money on her mind.
As she put it, a Necromancer carrying a heap of remains and bones was no different from a Mage carrying a Staff.
Gloria looked like an Orc, had the temperament of an Orc, and acted like an Orc. That made her an Orc. She said a Curse had made her this way... Annan didn't believe it.
He found it more likely that Gloria had Orc blood and claimed to be cursed because she feared discrimination.
Once Annan had gotten to know the team well enough, Captain Reyne prepared to set out and slay the Evil Dragon.
Dusk had fallen. The sun, about to sink behind the distant mountains, stretched their shadows long and thin.
"It's so quiet. There's hardly anyone on the road, either."
The area around the Camp was still. Annan looked around, feeling as though a mob might