Villes stared at the bronze badge, his mouth agape. The words he wanted to say welled up in his throat, but he felt unable to force them out.
How could this be possible? This couldn't be true. Yet the item held in Violet's hand could not lie.
Under the sun, the bronze badge shined with a faint glow, its swaying gleam reminiscent of gold coins.
With a smug grin, Violet thought, he would finally understand now what kind of person she truly was.
She was the one the Glorious Noble was looking for, the leader of the Bronze Shield Mercenary Corps Group. However, her choice to reveal her identity was not to brag, but driven by her own curiosity.
Could it be that the Glorious Noble really didn't mind?
Even though the task was passed to another, though the results didn't surpass their expectations, the situation and personnel had changed. Whether it was rewards or resource allocation, conflicts were inevitable. Did they genuinely not care?
