"You..."
Allen looked at him, his gaze falling on the royal Coat of Arms on his chest.
"I was an orphan adopted by the Royal Family. I don't really have any ties, but they did raise me. To be honest, the orphanage wasn't a good place, but I didn't starve to death either. Later, when His Highness recruited soldiers, I followed His Highness Sidney into battle all over the place. Now I'm getting old, and I don't want to die in bed, so I volunteered for this expedition."
He paused and lowered his head to look at the box beside him.
"To tell you the truth, this one is an old comrade of mine. The other two beside him were recruits I trained. They had accidents while fighting Dream Creatures. They spent too long outside and mutated too severely, so they came to this mine too."
"There are all sorts of people here. Some want to repay the Royal Family, some are just getting by, and some only want to save a little Leo for their families. Dying here is a good thing. Our death benefits can all be sent home."
The Communion's believers exchanged looks, none of them able to say a word.
Allen looked at the man before him and fell somewhat silent too.
He had started out as a peddler, then joined a gang. He had seen too much of the Empire's dark side and had always felt that those important people took all the resources and benefits.
Those who could join the expedition were all from the Royal Family's direct line, and the man before him managed a warehouse, so he had to be a supernatural person too.
To the Allen of the past, he would undoubtedly have been an important figure.
Yet even someone like