They were acutely aware that it was utterly impossible for them to defeat the company, but a nod from the Director was essential for this matter.
Yet, the truth revealed by the godfather led them to despair—Malt Wine was not oblivious to this scene; she was just harboring a sliver of hope.
That's why the godfather lamented; he truly had underestimated her.
At the very least, in such a desperate situation, she would choose to take a risk… even though what was at stake was not just her own life, but the existence of the entire Lower City District.
"Then I have a suggestion for you."
The godfather slowly said, "You remember those mercenaries, right?
"My suggestion involves them... I propose the formation of a Mercenary Alliance. We would unite all the mercenaries in the Lower City District… with me as the leader."
"…But how will those 'temporary residents' be dealt with?"
Strangulation massaged his temples, feeling as if his brain were boiling, "Aren't they the key issue?"
