"Hmm, since you command it, I assure you that everything will be accomplished as quickly as possible," he said.
He places his hand on his chest and nods slightly.
Then Old Hawke slowly steps back from Violet, decisively turns around, and leaves the room.
About ten minutes later, he appears at the gathering point of the soldiers.
All the fighters of the Bronze Shield Mercenary Corps Group are assembling here, adjusting the armor they wear.
After all, these things will serve to protect their lives in what's to come.
If I don't take this seriously, I might well die due to my negligence on the battlefield fighting the magical beasts.
As all these ordinary mercenaries are preparing and adjusting their equipment, Old Hawke comes before them all.
His arrival surprises everyone, due to the unexpected nature of his action.
"Why is he here?" At this time, a novice mercenary asks his companion, wondering what happened yesterday.