'Ugh... my head... I'm so hungry... I'm thirsty. huh? I am thirsty?!'
Nait slowly opened his eyes to find that he was leaning against the wall of the mine and in front of him was a plate of hot meat soup, bread and a glass of fresh water.
When Nait saw food and water, his hand took the plate and he began to eat like a madman, as if someone had not eaten for three days.
"You're eating too fast. Slow down or you'll choke." Number 45 spoke with a cheerful smile on his face.
"Hmm?! Ugh..." Nait choked as he took a big bite of the bread.
"Didn't I tell you that you would choke if you ate too quickly? Here you go, prefer water."
Nait took the water and drank it to the end.
"Thank you…"
"Aren't you one of the group that the bastard belongs to? Were you the ones who gave me the food? You didn't put poison or something in it did you?" After Nait ate his fill, it seemed that his mind was finally working.
"Oh, yes… Nice to meet you. I am the 45th of the mercenary group here." Number 45 stood up after Nait got up and looked ready for another fight.
"Please don't be like this, I don't want to fight you." Number 45 raised his hands and started to wave at him and explain his position.
"Strange, you're cute unlike the group you're in." Nait was surprised at the stranger's position.
"Yes, you have a point about this.These mercenaries pay a high fee for joining them, so I am here and I own No. 45."
"..? Don't they call themselves by the number because of each person's strength."
"Yes, you have another point on this. I'm new to this group. Hmm, there are about 70 mercenary members right now, and I'm ranked 45 among them."
He closed his fingers and moved his fist towards Nait and said, "Don't turn your luck on me. I'm kind of strong."
"What…heh, well, I won't do anything weird." Nait laughed at the strange behavior of the new guard.
"Look how dirty your clothes are. What have you done to make all this happen to you? Also, I don't see any injury on your body, strange. Isn't the red color on your clothes blood?"
'Oh this... Thank you and fuck you, skill [Cell Development]'
"This, I have a healing-grade ability." Nait lied.
"Wow, what a very powerful ability. That allowed you to stand up to that annoying one." No. 45's eyes gleamed.
"This… it is a secret."
"Really? Unfortunately."
***
After a short period of time.
Number 44 returned with two people behind him
The first wears a huge red shield with a giant sword behind his back. The second is a woman dressed in ordinary clothes, with a black robe and strangely shaped sticks in her hand.
When Number 45 noticed them, he immediately straightened himself and whispered warnings to Nait.
'Oh my God No. 15 and No. 11, what are they doing here? Mercenary thugs themselves come here. I warn you don't do anything strange or you know what will happen.'
"Hmm... where is he? Number 44 don't waste our time. Number 15 has spoken. You know what'll happen if you're kidding us."
No. 44's spine twitched when he heard No. 15's words and he immediately said with a rub of his hands, "Don't worry I guarantee he will take care of us. I bet my life."
"Would you... bet on your life? Where is your life worth in the first place? I don't see it, so stop talking and hurry up and show us the boy." Speak number 11.
"Ok from here"
"Number 45, where is the slave I told you to guard? Hurry up and get him or you will see Hell." No. 44 said what anger and fear aroused.
"Here," Number 45 said, pushing Nait's back towards them and apologizing, "I'm really sorry, Nait, but I have to hold my life for dear."
Nait smiled and said, "Never mind. I enjoyed talking to you. Don't apologize. You have a position."
When Nait arrived in front of No. 44, he looked at his face with a sly smile.
"Oh number 44, did you come back after wiping your ass out of the gutter?"
"You, how dare you?! I will…"
"What? Are we going to round three? Go ahead, I'm waiting..but this time I'm not just standing where I am....hehehe."
"Ugh…" Number 44 turned back without his knowledge.
"Well, that's the soul it takes. I don't want to see some poor soul die a mighty death. You'll come with us," Number 11 spoke to Nait.
"To where?"
"I'll forgive you for the silly question. I'll answer you, too." smile number 11
"To the arena of death and life."
***
In a certain tent inside the camp where Nait is currently staying.
There is a man with green hair and a green shield with silver edges. He looked in his thirties. He sits at a desk and writes on paper.
"Captain Tereus, it's me, Left Vice Fidan. Will you let me in?"
When Tereus' captain heard, he put down his pen and said, "Come in."
A young man in his twenties with a shield on his chest and a shoulder and a sword in his waist entered.
"What do you want Fidan? I'm very busy right now."
"Captain Tereus, I came to inform you that my group and I have captured a monster and are going to carry out a life death arena."
"An arena of life and death? How long has it been since the last one? Well, allow that. Let the members have some fun. What is near is war."
"Uhh… the Lionwing Kingdom we're in against the Giant Walls Kingdom." Captain Tereus grabbed his neck and began to comfort it.
"What? But why is this an 'high kingdom' and this is an 'advance kingdom'. Why would you even wage war against this weak kingdom?"
"Yes, but there is a reason, this is a kingdom between two advanced kingdoms and these two kingdoms will be at war between them so this kingdom will be the battlefield for them."
"Since we are at its edges and so close to the Kingdom of Giant Walls, a hellish future awaits us if we don't move too far."
"So what are we waiting for, Captain Tereus?"
"Don't worry, this is just my assumption. The war hasn't already started. So relax and do your work."
"That's it. You can go out now."
"Yes, caption Tereus."