"..."
Standing before me were five redheads. These five glared at me, causing the tense atmosphere to become even more intense.
"Did you need to kill all those soldiers?"
"No. But most people here would thank me for it."
Zangrif didn't take the soldier's storage. Those who weren't confident in their ability to survive had stolen their loot, which was pretty unethical when I did it myself.
And what I said was right. Everyone cheered for me when the soldiers died. The commander was an ass, and the soldiers had a lot of loot.
"If you survive the unknown, you will be marked as a criminal by the Vermonts."
They left and returned to their corners. By the sound of it, the Vermonts sounded important.
"Joanne, do you know the Vermonts?"
"Kid. They're a family that is known widely. Now that you killed their soldiers, you will be their enemy."
Instead of Joanne, the old man spoke in her place. So it is a family with massive influence. I can deal with a family.