"You were referred by Mr. Hise, so I trust you," Malin nodded. "The inn is full, so you'll have to rest in tents. The security of the carriages at night is in your hands."
Malin's responsibility tonight was the safety of the girls—this small village had records of attacks by spirits, and the inn was not too safe. Malin had to first take care of his companions, especially Logan and Miriam. Lately, he had often seen lovers either being torn apart by death or dying together, and it had begun to frighten him.
There was no way he could return to Carterburg with the mercenaries and the girls the next day and tell their families—sorry, I wasn't able to protect them last night, but considering they died together, it's a kind of happiness, right?
As if, those parents would skin Malin alive.
"No problem, Mr. Malin. Leave it to our Bloody Rain Squad," the commander of the mercenary team, a middle-aged Mediterranean man with long hair, nodded vigorously.
