The Corps of Teleknights Decision

"Thank you, young master," a woman's voice carried from afar, resonating through the sprawling Steel Legion camp. However, Desmond pressed on without pause, his hand raised in a casual wave over his shoulder.

In stark contrast, Laura pivoted on her heels and shot a scathing glare at the distant figures, her gaze piercing their souls for a fleeting moment. With a disdainful snort, she resumed her stride, following faithfully in her young master's footsteps.

Meanwhile, a ripple of astonishment coursed through the group of mercenaries, including Veronica. Confusion etched itself onto their faces, mingling with the curiosity that danced in their eyes. Among them, only Raina comprehended the situation and could only manage a wry smile.