Not just hers, but the entire Mercenary Group.
In this chaotic world, drifting without rest. She hoped that young man was a lord worth following, at least he could give most of her subordinates a sense of belonging. But as expected, all nobles are the same, no matter how unique – always scheming against others, filled with suspicion, trusting no one. Even that young man couldn't escape this cycle. The Maid Corps Commander's fiery red hair brushed behind her ear, at this thought, she remained silent.
But Antitina raised her head to look at this woman who was nearly a head taller than herself, her expression calm and unmoved, showing no signs of weakness. Are these the mercenaries conquered by the lord? she wondered, then after a bit of pondering, she roughly understood Brand's strategy. However, as she watched the other's every move, a flash of insight crossed her mind – I see, she seemed to guess the Maid Corps Commander's thoughts and said, "May I ask who you are?"
