"I now appoint you as a sergeant." Laine placed the Goddess of Revenge upon Bertrand's shoulder, the pale blue light illuminated the room, and the white purifying fire burned incessantly: "The Berelac Thief Gang has been proven to be a group that does not favor bloodshed. You always only take half of the money or goods from passersby, which is the reason I'm willing to overlook your past transgressions. I hope you and your brothers conduct yourselves wisely."
"Yes!" Bertrand nodded tearfully, who wouldn't want to be a dignified sergeant rather than a thief?
Laine waved his hand, and a Knight's Attendant returned Bertrand's weapon.
Bertrand's weapon was a sharp sword and a longbow, particularly notable was his quiver, made from a black scale armor hide. Among many feathered arrows, a black arrow stood out strikingly.
"What is this?" Laine focused his attention on the black arrow.
