"Pretty tired, right? Whew. Huff."
Bedum, who'd grabbed rocks, grabbed bushes, or gripped branches, said while fidgeting with and hiding his trembling hands. But Rowan was carefree.
"No. Is there a separate meeting point? We're going different ways."
"Toward the village. Even the orc who planned this wouldn't dare do anything foolish there."
Indeed, when they went that way, the mercenaries were visible.
"Bedum! Why is the guy at the very back so late?"
"If I'm always at the rear, why would I split money with you guys?"
Yuval hugged Bedum. Then he saw Rowan and cleared his throat.
"Fortunately we didn't miss each other."
"Without Bedum, I would've become the orc's dinner."
It was a place with no fire lit and couldn't even be called a clearing.
Because of lingering feelings for Sen, Rowan spoke first. It was enough to make him look impatient to the other mercenaries.
'Just like someone from a mountain village.'
'No different from an ignoramus.'
