The people who called me trash and the hypocrites who accused me of selfishness and being cold-blooded.
Do you really get to say that about me?
Until recently, I was just an ordinary person. Born in an ordinary family, I lead an ordinary life, eating, sleeping, and that's all. So my dream was nothing special.
That was to live with my parents and take good care of them, but those filthy witches destroyed everything for me, and what made me even angrier was...
that no one cared about the tragedy in our village because those who colluded with Moon Shadow Cult had already covered it up completely.
If it weren't for Pharos' redemption, I would have been completely despair by then. But looking at those people fighting against the witches, I suddenly felt that maybe I could do something.
"Why didn't I become a Warden?" I have no sense of justice. I like to smash, tear, and crush everything.
So I joined the Kamp Mercenaries, and that's a pretty ordinary choice, you say? Maybe. After all, this place is like a ragtag army that takes in stray dogs, and I came here on my own accord to join it.
But actually, this place is more suitable for me than I thought. As long as I do the work, I get paid... and it is cleaner than ordinary mercenary groups. I even feel like I'm part of a "big family" where I can do whatever I want without being criticized, which is pretty good.
However, one day, a guy appeared who caught my attention. He was from the Golden Wood and was extremely thin...