The eighty-two mercenaries, led to the Second Training Ground, immediately voiced their complaints upon arrival. It was a show of dominance.0

“You said you would provide room and board, but are we supposed to sleep on the ground? Sefira is no different from the other nobles.”0

“Where is the person who requested us? Hurry up and bring them out! This is boring as hell!”0

Even the most audacious mercenaries wouldn’t dare raise their voices in front of nobles. However, the sheer presence of these mercenaries outmatched the Sefira forces meant to keep them in check.0

Two holy knights, a hundred soldiers under their command, and ten knights from the Fifth Division of the Order of the Galaxy were managing the mercenaries, but these mercenaries were no pushovers.0

Sixty-seven of them were Platinum-class, equivalent to two-star knights; eleven were Diamond-class, who were equivalent to three-star knights; and four were Amantir-class, who were equivalent to four-star knights.0

It might not have mattered had there been only a few of them, but with so many gathered, and with the already low-standing reputation of the Sefira family, the mercenaries were taking out their frustrations on them—resentment built up from years of mistreatment by nobles.0

Meanwhile, among them was Burgundy,...0