Shuuack!

Wolfslaughter cut through the air and flew forward as if it wanted to mutilate everything in its path. Pythamoras came to see death for the first time in his life.

Fwoosh!

However, Wolfslaughter came to a stop right under his nose.

“...!”

Pythamoras stared at the deadly blade with his mouth agape.

“I won,” Eugene stated.

“...” Pythamoras flinched, then stared into Eugene’s red eyes before breathing a long sigh. “I see. You won. I lost.” The druid declared his defeat.

Kwwooooooo!!

The faces of the mercenaries turned pale, and the beowulf warriors roared with joy. Eugene turned to the mercenaries.

“Surrender? Or will you fight?” he asked.

The mercenaries looked alternatingly at Eugene and the beowulf warriors before simultaneously throwing away their weapons.

“S-surrender! We surrender!”

“Sir! Please have mercy!” the mercenaries shouted.

“Collect the weapons. Tie them all up. The supply depot. Take care of it,” Eugene said.

“Got it,” the beowulfs answered. They had been anxious to beat and kill the mercenaries, so they felt disappointed at Eugene’s orders. However, they faithfully followed the instructions of their employer. Baron Riwad’s soldiers attempted to fight back, but eventually, the supply corps and the supply depot raised the white flag in less than thirty...