I returned to the mercenary corps and met Yuk Eun-Hyung and his members. They had lit a fire in the pit and were burning something. It seemed like they were burning the mercenaries’ dead bodies.0

I approached and saw the burning bodies. Dark and acrid smoke floated into the sky. The clear midday sky started to turn dark.0

[How do you feel?]0

I turned my head toward a voice coming from somewhere. Baron Samedi was squatting and smoking his cigar among the members surrounding the pit.0

The dark smoke from the pit mixed with the smoke coming from Baron Samedi's cigar. Baron Samedi stood up, approached me, and stood next to me.0

[Are you sad or angry?]1

"..."0

I couldn't answer his question.0

Perhaps they didn't have to die. If only Yuk Eun-Hyung had reported back to me on time. If only I had been interested in Yuk Eun-Hyung's mercenary corps, the Gyeongsang faction. If only I had probed more about why Ji-Ah had wanted to go to the Gyeongsang faction. If anyone had made the right choice even once, we would have been able to save so many lives. These thoughts kept lingering in my head. However, it was completely different from sadness or anger.0

My mind was in turmoil, and I felt regretful, but it wasn’t because of their deaths. It was because I regretted the...0