Chapter 77. Midnight Cry

"Are those the scoundrels?"

"Yes, Count."

The air hung heavy, frigid, a promise of snow with a single divine breath. Count Mereloff surveyed the men standing before the mansion. Besides the conscripted soldiers, villagers who had volunteered to accompany him to Shayron were gathered somewhat awkwardly.

The butler closed the roster, offering a brief explanation. "They've been chosen for their good behavior and large families."

The road to Shayron was isolated. Like a ship on the open ocean, any mishap would surely spell disaster. Survival was paramount; the men were selected for their morality and responsibility.

Furthermore, in exchange for their hardship, they would be granted a small fee and permission to peddle food individually. Count Mereloff was conducting his inspection when…

"Count! Count!"

Whoosh!