Chapter 47: Value (1)
Value (1)
Jayden was, at times, a man who wielded a greatsword and marched into battle.
He could spend his days lounging around, polishing glasses in a corner of the tavern without trouble earning a living—but he had ambitions.
The Dawn War, which broke out when the giant northern monster Zvet emerged from a labyrinth.
Since then, after wandering through countless battlefields, he found peace only amid a sea of blood, not in the home where he was born and raised.
“Growing up, I earned my living by the sword, devoting my life to the battlefield with no company and no worthy descendants. To me, my friends were my family.”
That’s why it wasn’t strange that he harbored the ambition to form a respectable mercenary group. The battlefield was part of his life; his goal was to gather and retain as many wandering souls as possible.
However, life on the battlefield was like walking a tightrope and could end at any moment. He had seen many comrades lose their sanity.
“This time, it almost got my neck. Luckily, I escaped with just the loss of an arm. Seems my luck hasn’t run out yet, hahaha.”