“HIYAA!!”

The Lord Elizabeth stabbed her spear towards an enemy soldier.

“ARGH!”

The soldier screamed pitifully and fell.

‘To think that I would be dragged out to the battlefield.’

Podolski, who had cut down an enemy soldier, smiled as if he was sick of it.

Somehow, he had gotten dragged into this mess as a mercenary of Reginald, the Lord of the North. Although there were some chances to get out, he tried to get more information, and had now lost the timing.

“You bastard!”

It was at this moment.

“You’re not ba…”

The enemy that Podolski faced turned his head towards him, and they saw each other, and were stunned.

“Uhh.. how did you get here? You are definitely one that could have gotten out of this mess…”

Billy spoke, confusedly.

“… I greeded for too much information, and got into this mess.”

Podolski scratched the back of head, embarrassed.

“You bastards!”

“You there! What the hell are you doing with the enemy, huh? I told you to kill, kill him!”

The two soldiers started swearing at the two of them that were standing there.

“Uhh, what should we do now?”

Podolski didn’t answer.

“Did boss tell you...