Rowan waited for the coming battle. The Tracking Mercenary Group had to stay out of the fight, but still Rowan prepared. He believed in his bad luck.
'Incidents happened everywhere. It'll happen this time too.'
He didn't know what it'd be, but either way an opportunity would definitely come to Rowan. He'd experienced incidents since being in the village, and problems kept popping up on the way here too. He believed in that bad luck.
For ten days, Espin and Doren wore hoop rhinoceros leather armor and went out on patrol every time, forcibly training their stamina—now they looked pretty good. Since there were no levels like in games, you could raise skills to a certain line overwhelmingly in a short period.
'They'll be helpful.'
Rowan had come to trust and acknowledge the two. Because they accepted what he taught and put in effort. Espin had good sense, so even without working as hard as Doren, he was ahead.
