'No openings at all.'
Veteran soldier Four-Year Soldier Ulas, who'd temporarily joined the Tracking Mercenary Group in the form of support for smoother scouting activities, clicked his tongue internally.
What he had to do included helping successfully lead the reconnaissance conducted here, but more importantly, it was to get information about Rowan from the greenhorn mercenaries.
While getting to know each other, he could naturally learn about Rowan too, but he couldn't ask about deeper things.
Because Rowan was always nearby.
'Does he know? That can't be...'
Since Rowan still had baby fuzz on his cheeks, Ulas wanted to drop such suspicions, but as the situation kept turning unfavorably for him, he soon became certain. He realized Rowan was deliberately keeping him in check.
