Roy didn't make a move.
For a moment, he thought he had misheard the monster's words. Then he noticed where Noah's finger was pointing.
At him.
Noah questioningly tilted his head slightly as he looked at him.
"Weren't you the one so eager to fight earlier?"
The adventurers, the monsters. Roy felt those gazes pressing down on him. His eyes instinctively shifted toward the people standing beside him.
For a brief moment, none of them moved.
The elf's expression tightened, clearly troubled by what Noah had demanded. The beastkin who had tried to reason with Noah lowered his gaze, the tension in his shoulders obvious. Even the others who had been eager to fight earlier now stood uncertain.
Roy's stomach twisted. A cold realization crept into his mind.
Were they actually considering it?
He knew this mission had already gone beyond their expectations. Everyone present had felt the overwhelming pressure Noah carried.
