“Yes, I understand!”

Osvald could do nothing but nod furiously, repeating his agreement over and over. Humiliated beyond belief, he knew his career as a mercenary in the region was over. The fact that he was still alive despite having started this whole mess was a blessing in itself.

Ghislain’s low, calm voice continued.

“Everyone here will now join Julien’s Mercenary Corps. If you don’t want to join, that’s fine, but forget about being a mercenary in this area ever again.”

“Y-yes, I understand.”

“You’re an exception, though. You seem somewhat useful, so I’ll keep you around.”

“I-I don’t—”@@novelbin@@

“Hmm?”

“I mean, thank you. I’m so grateful!”

Osvald wanted nothing more than to quit this life and return to his hometown, but he didn’t dare refuse. Thus, Osvald was forcibly recruited into Julien’s Mercenary Corps.

Ghislain surveyed the remaining mercenaries before speaking again.

“For those of you who don’t want to join and don’t plan on leaving, you can always try being bandits.”

“……”

No one dared to take that option. With someone like Ghislain—nicknamed the “Bandit Crusher”—in the region, choosing to become a bandit would be a death sentence. It was better to leave, but for people who had spent their entire lives as mercenaries, starting anew elsewhere was a daunting task.

Left with no other options, most of the mercenaries reluctantly joined Julien’s Mercenary Corps.

Ghislain addressed the newly inducted members with a confident smile.

“Welcome, friends! While our beginnings might have been a bit rocky, we’re now one big ‘family.’”

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