They decided to leave the carriage behind because Henry could already come and go on his own. Just as the two were ready to depart on their horses, someone called out to them in a voice that sounded half-dead: “P-please… Let me live…”

“Huh?”

They turned to see the Painted Merchants employees dying half-buried in the snow.

“Ah… I almost forgot about them. Halger, bring them here.”

“Yes, sir.”

Since they’d been in the cold without their coats for hours, they were probably as miserable as Munke was. Since one reaped what one sowed, Henry didn’t have any sympathy for the frostbitten employees even though they were begging for their lives.

“If you want to live, run.”

“Giddyup.”

Henry tied the employees to the horse and started galloping toward the checkpoint.

* * *

When Henry arrived at the checkpoint, he continued his unfinished conversation with Vhant.

“Did you think about it?”

The question wasn’t necessary because only a fool would reject Henry’s suggestion. However, Henry wanted to give Vhant the option to refuse so that he could take responsibility for his revenge willingly.

“I’ve been on...