You are a prisoner of the detachment of the creator of the Yonis clan, and now you are near the river, in a dense forest, and the most violent of you has already been killed on the spot, taking away everything valuable. Lucy comes up to you, cutting the grass with an ax, and looks at you with a disapproving look -How good it is to be mercenaries, and especially the head of a clan of mercenaries. Tell me, darling, who are you? She leaned closer to you, touching her chin with her finger (Beta)