Limon looked thoughtful as he watched the mercenaries leave.
Although mercenaries are weak, there is a spirit that is worth admiring. They fight on the front lines for their relatives and the people they love. This may come from life's helplessness, but their willingness to give is admirable.
"Sir, let's go see our 'home.'"
Beside him, Teresa's voice rang out, echoing in his ears.
This made Limon look away from the mercenaries' backs and turn to the camp standing before him. Without saying anything, he followed Teresa into the camp.
Upon entering, he saw a fairly spacious space, though the furnishings were simple—just a foldable double wooden bed and nothing else. While basic, it was their home—his and Teresa's.
Yet, it felt a little empty...
With this thought, Limon took out a cloth bag filled with gold coins from his waist and handed it to Teresa.
