Bounty Mercenary Group
Chapter 63 - 63 63 Knocking on the Door

63: Chapter 63: Knocking on the Door 63: Chapter 63: Knocking on the Door Rolin was ready and resolved for death.

She lifted her hood and emerged from the shadows.

In the sunlight, her silver hair shimmered enchantingly.

The young girl dressed in a black robe held her Magic Mace in her hand and marched determinedly towards the castle where Violet was practising.

Although there were no inns here yet, mercenaries had started getting to know about this castle.

When out hunting, they always made use of anything free.

Moreover, being able to rest within thick castle walls halfway through a hunt was indeed a luxury.

Because the Bronze Shield Mercenary Corps Group defended atop these walls, they were free from incessant worry.

This allowed them to relax and enjoy extra spare time, to casually observe the passersby on the street while resting and gathering their strength.

Rolin’s black robe and striking white hair drew attention from these mercenaries as she walked past.

Even the sentries on the walls turned their heads, watching with curiosity as this girl steadily approached the castle’s core.

The castle’s core was not exactly a nice place when Violet was still mastering her magic.

Without any care, her magical practise exuded an aura of death that made pedestrians keep their distance, fearing to be contaminated with bad luck.

However, for the resolved Rolin, this faint deathly aura was hardly a concern.

As if oblivious to the aura of death, she walked up to the gate and knocked.

In a moment, the tightly closed gate opened.

Violet stood there with her messy, nest-like black hair and a slovenly purple mage robe.

Why bother dressing properly when there’s no need to go out?

When faced with the mindless undead in such sweltering weather, Violet had resolutely stripped off all removable clothing.

Moreover, she had already instructed her underlings to not disturb her unless absolutely necessary.

In urgent cases, they were to knock on the door and wait.

Nearly done with her work, hearing the knock, she withdrew all the skeletons in the room and casually donned a long robe before opening the door.

She hadn’t even put on shoes and her hair was messed up from putting on the robe.

But she didn’t care about that now.

If someone was knocking, it could mean these imbeciles had encountered a problem they couldn’t solve, even with Kars around.

That would mean she would have to resort to violence to solve the issue.

However, when she opened the door, the one standing before her wasn’t a tall, muscular, and pungent-smelling mercenary.

It was a beautiful young girl who appeared resolved to face death calmly.

With a cold, refined face, her silver hair was strikingly eye-catching under her black robe.

She held her Magic Mace in her hand.

In the moments before the door opened, she felt the overwhelming aura of death vanish, and everything calmed down again.

She tried to convince herself over and over that the woman before her was not a human but a powerful and evil Lich.

However, at this close distance, looking at the unkempt Violet, the stunning beauty did not diminish due to her disheveled appearance but became a unique charm instead.

A character more akin to a human than an undead, who should be cold at all times.

Yet, rubbing her eyes, forgetting the time, after staying up all night, sleepy Violet emitted a warm aura.

It was definitely not the cold hardness of the undead, but the gentleness of a human female.

For a moment, she forgot her own determination and what she had come here to do.

Everything seemed completely different from what she had expected, making her flustered.

She opened her mouth, and Violet tilted her head curiously, confirming that she wasn’t on Earth and didn’t order this kind of special service.

So, what was this nervous girl going to do?!

“Um…I am…me…” Rolin finally remembered amidst her confusion that what she was supposed to do was to introduce herself and explain her intention.

If she couldn’t find the words to say, she might as well state who she is.

But before saying her name, she hesitated and bowed her head.

How useful would it be to say her name?

Even her parents who gave her that name would have probably forgotten about their daughter by now, right?

Ever since she was diagnosed that the strange events from her childhood and the baffling death of her brother may be related to her magic abilities, she had already lost everything.

Her name meant nothing more than a label.

In a foreign place, mentioning a meaningless name makes no difference.

That thought silenced Rolin, who was not used to introducing herself.

The atmosphere became heavy and frozen in that moment.

Violet raised an eyebrow, curiously observing the girl before her.

Suddenly she remembered something from the corner of her memory, and her periphery vision.

It was the mage who had arrived with the Bronze Shield Mercenary Corps Group when she first came to the castle.

However, when she saw her then, she had fainted and collapsed onto the ground, and no one paid her any attention.

How did she end up seeking her out?

Violet raised her hand to her chin, a thoughtful expression on her face.

But baseless guesswork would only lead to untruths.

Looking at the terrified girl standing before her, Violet didn’t think she would pose a threat.

Inviting a beautiful woman into her room had always been a trait of Violet’s.

Maybe she needed Violet’s help?

This thought made numerous ideas spring into Violet’s mind.

The reflective expression on her face gradually turned into a cunning grin.

“I remember you.

Do you need something from me?” She relaxed the hand on her chin, put both hands on her hips, raised an eyebrow and asked her.

Was it finally time?

Swallowing hard, Rolin’s palms were already drenched in sweat.

She glanced around her surroundings and then, raising her head, she spoke firmly to Violet.

“It seems indecent discussing this matter out here.”

“Hmm yes, that’s right.

You should come in.” Violet said, before stepping aside to let her in.