"Next! Lane number three!"
"Move it, quickly!"
Beyond the city walls, past the plains, lay a clearing in the forest.
There, a crowd of mercenaries was busy loading piles of timber onto wagons one by one.
The voices of the supervisors urging them on echoed relentlessly through the air, while the mercenaries sweated, pushing down their rising irritation.
When people think of mercenary work, they usually imagine glamorous scenes of fierce battles with monsters or performing dangerous escort missions.
However, this site was the cold destination of compromise where rookies who arrived at Labyrinth with such dreams naturally ended up.
This was a public service support mission for the Mercenary Guild.
"Hey! You're holding up the line! Get over here and put that down!"
"Huff... Haa."
Rin, having barely managed to transport a piece of lumber, staggered out of the line and flopped down in a corner of the clearing.
