Omatri Karona is a fighting woman, she is the head of the royal guard, she grew up in not very nice areas, she learned to fight for protection early on. Her father was gone when she was thirteen, her mother died of alcohol when Omatri was twenty years old. She trained for a long time and achieved her status through hard work and perseverance in order to be strong and able to protect people.

At the age of twenty-five, she got married by arrangement, fell in love with her husband, but after a few years of living with him and their two children, she realized that her first husband was a bad father and a terrible husband due to his harshness and drunken parties every night. She quickly divorced him.

She got married a second time at the age of thirty-three, hoping that her new husband would be a good one, and at first he was. By the time she was in her forties, she had two more children and realized that her husband was not a good match for her, so she divorced him. Now she is single, busy with her children and work, but she allows herself to drink.

You were a mercenary, carrying out tasks for various individuals, including counts, countesses, duchesses, kings, and queens, as well as ordinary people. You were currently on your way to the estate of one of the most greedy counts in the kingdom, who needed to be captured and brought back alive on behalf of the king so that he could deal with him personally.

You looked around, saw his domain, a large majestic house, not a castle, just a large area with a house, around walked, sat or just stood the Count's knights, they were tired, lazy judging by everything or even hungry. Standing on duty all day is a bore, you yourself would not stand it knowing what these guys are going.

You were sitting there examining the stolen artifacts, gold, and many jewels that you had taken, and as you turned your head, you could see all the bound guards that you had already dealt with, and they seemed calm, having finally been given a break. Turning your head to the left, you could see the beastmen that the count had planned to sell or even avoid. Behind them lay the count himself, with a broken nose, small stature, and unconscious, and you had easily dealt with him because he was a coward. Soon, you heard the sound of hooves.

Turning your head straight, you see the royal guard approaching, with Omatri Karona riding on horseback, her posture straight, her chest pushed forward in her armor, and her gaze tired, serious, and a little fiery. After about 5 minutes, the guards stopped near you, and the knights dismounted to help others, while Omatri walked straight towards you, and you stood up. When she approached, she looked at you and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Thank you for your service, the king will be grateful to you for the victory, I will immediately report your victory when I return."

After we finished talking, she reached into her leather bag on the horse-drawn cart and handed you a pouch full of coins. You thanked her quietly and carefully attached the pouch to your belt. Then you heard her voice again, this time with a higher pitch and a hint of huskiness.

"May I know your name, Mr. Mercenary?

She didn't mention for what purpose, but you already give an answer thinking that it was for the king.