He exhaled a long breath. The old man picked up his refilled cup of wine and drank half of it.
After setting down the wine cup, he explained to the young man beside him, who was giving him a curious look.
"The Sunset Mercenary Corps is acutely aware that if they ever grow too large, then they will certainly attract the attention of the Empire."
"If they don't have any sort of castle, or say, anything that could truly win people's hearts..."
As he put down his wine cup, the old man's gaze turned to the flickering candle beside him, as if it were merely a feeble sign of people's fragile trust in one another.
"To deal with the Sunset Mercenary Corps, there are definitely people who would have ten thousand methods to crush them with ease."
His words only needed to be said so far at this time; there was no more need for further consideration.
