One of Beatrice's mercenaries arrives. She came with armour and weapons already mounted on her body. The man had come on orders from Beatrice; it must have something to do with these captured bandits.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Miss Beatrice wants the bandits taken outside the tent," the man replied.
I glanced briefly at the five men in front of me. I feel sorry for them, but that's the consequence they have to face. Whether Beatrice called them to be punished or something else, I don't know.
Getting such an order, I couldn't argue with it either. I shifted my steps away from the five people while inviting the guard to enter and take the bandits one by one.
I decided to go outside the tent. The atmosphere in this place was much more different than it was a few dozen minutes ago. The mercenaries were already standing tall, wearing the same armour as the guards earlier. Beatrice was standing alone, looking at the soldiers lined up neatly.
"Arthur," said someone from the right.
