Guards

The young girl's cry woke up the sleeping Harold.

The young man, who was holding his long sword, tried to stand up immediately, but after a whole night of maintaining the same posture, his limbs were stiff and numb. It was not even possible for him to stand up completely.

All he could do was groan and fall on his bum.

"Young master, are you alright? It's nothing to worry about. It must be the men who answered the recruitment ad," one of the wagoner bodyguards said, coming to Harold's aid.

"Oh, I see…" the young man said, slightly embarrassed.

Harold was staring at Kieran, who had stood up straight.

As a matter of fact, Kieran had already noticed the men a few minutes ago and confirmed that they were not dangerous. At least they did not look dangerous.

The Sub Mission description had mentioned that there might be some who harbored malicious intent, so Kieran kept that in mind.