Julien frowned, not fully understanding Ghislain’s words. Ghislain sighed and elaborated further.

“We’re going to have to fight him anyway.”

“Why?”@@novelbin@@

“Because Count Crest is a bastard. Isn’t that obvious?”

Count Crest was a brutal tyrant. He had seized neighboring territories by force and treated his subjects as nothing more than expendable tools.

And that wasn’t all. He collaborated with numerous criminal organizations in the area, accepting bribes and using them to his advantage.

He was practically one of the pillars of evil plunging the region into chaos.

Yet, his power was so overwhelming that no one dared to confront him directly. In this world, it was simply accepted that the strong could do as they pleased.

Ghislain was well aware of Count Crest’s atrocities. Baron Andrew, the local lord, was constantly living in fear of Crest’s wrath.

“We’re a mercenary corps that only does righteous work. We can’t possibly side with Count Crest.”

“What kind of nonsense is that? A righteous mercenary corps? There’s no such thing!”

“There is. Right here. Or did my talk about saving the world sound like a joke to you?”

“I mean, it’s just...”

“If Count Crest represents evil, then of course we’ll side against him and fight. It’s inevitable.”

“...”

If Julien’s mercenary corps sided against Count Crest, the Count wouldn’t take it lying down.

He undoubtedly understood the strength of the Ironclad Lion Corps. If he engaged them, even his forces would sustain significant damage.

What would a man like Crest do in such a situation?

“Obviously, he’ll try to eliminate us before the territorial war begins.”

“...”

Tyron, watching Ghislain calmly predict the sequence of events, couldn’t help but shiver. It felt as though everything was unfolding in the palm of Ghislain’s hand.

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