Bab 328: Tanned grandma

"You don't seem to be from around here… who are you?" A certain tanned woman with yellow hair said.

There was no mistake… that was Clanire. Around twenty centimeters taller, their hair color was a bit darker, and she was carrying two swords on her waist… was that really Clanire? The similarities were too big… maybe she was a cousin… but Clanire was supposed to be alive more than two thousand years before that period of time. Aion wondered what was going on, but he didn't have enough time to come up with some plausible explanations.

"My name is Arc… and I am a traveling mercenary," Aion replied after he tried to recover his composure. "I am aware that it might be suspicious, but I am just here to make some money while fighting your enemies."

"If your goal is truly money, then joining the other side might be more profitable," the woman said.

"Even if I am a mercenary, I have my own morals," Aion explained. "Invading and pillaging aren't my style."