Overwhelmingly skilled S-class mercenary, Erica.

Another S-class mercenary, Chaud, who follows her around diligently.

“Erica, make a fixed pair with me. Make a pair with me, just with me.”

“Why do you want to do that with me?”

“Because it pisses me off.”

“…?”

“Just the thought of you hanging out with some other mediocre guy instead of me gets on my nerves and keeps me awake.”

Same age. S-class mercenaries. Their personalities were equally disastrous, which seemed to create an underlying sense of camaraderie.

They seemed to have become close in the blink of an eye.

“Erica, there’s something I really want, and if I can’t have it, I might go crazy. If someone else takes it from me, it’ll be war, seriously.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but why are you staring at me like that? Did I take something from you?”

“Every time you do that, I feel like crying.”

As time passed, Erica couldn’t help but be taken aback.

“W-why are you acting like this?”

“I told you, Erica.”

He murmured.

“If someone else takes it, there will be war.”