Salton had lost his words, not knowing what to say, seeing the great enthusiasm of his corps leader.
It was an infuriating situation, but since she possessed such strong self-confidence, believing in her ability to solve all problems.
Even though Salton was still doubtful, he had no choice but to maintain silence at this moment.
That said, as planned, Violet arrived at the gate of the Black Crow Castle.
At this time, the flag of the Bronze Shield Mercenary Corps waves in the air above the castle. The early morning wind in the forest was slightly chilly, but particularly invigorating.
As the cold breeze brushed past people's faces, it was as if a bucket of cold water had been splashed on them. It blew Violet's hair, fluttering it in the wind.
Although Violet had arrived at the gate of the castle early in the morning, she knew that things were not going to be easy to solve.
