Rolin was ready and resolved for death. She lifted her hood and emerged from the shadows. In the sunlight, her silver hair shimmered enchantingly.
The young girl dressed in a black robe held her Magic Mace in her hand and marched determinedly towards the castle where Violet was practising.
Although there were no inns here yet, mercenaries had started getting to know about this castle. When out hunting, they always made use of anything free.
Moreover, being able to rest within thick castle walls halfway through a hunt was indeed a luxury.
Because the Bronze Shield Mercenary Corps Group defended atop these walls, they were free from incessant worry.
This allowed them to relax and enjoy extra spare time, to casually observe the passersby on the street while resting and gathering their strength.
Rolin's black robe and striking white hair drew attention from these mercenaries as she walked past.
