Count Bathurst returned with a completely dazed expression.
‘Was riding a dog that shocking?’
Seongjin couldn’t understand him at all.
From what he’d heard, even a famous saint had ridden a dog, hadn’t they? They’d even turned it into a scripture fairy tale, right? So what was the problem?
[Are you serious? You didn’t deliberately provoke that guy?]
Hmm, you’ve gotten sharp, Demon King.
Truth be told, they’d hunted plenty already, and Max had gotten his exercise, so there was no real reason they couldn’t head back to the Delcross Imperial City first.
But wasn’t it painfully obvious that someone was trying to split up their group? That’s why he couldn’t help but feel like teasing them for no good reason.
[You’re such a bad-tempered guy, huh.]
‘Shut up!’
By the way, he’d been feeling strangely empty for a while now.
Seongjin glanced around for a moment, then realized the reason and tilted his head in puzzlement.
‘But where the heck did Sir Masain go? I haven’t seen him since dinner.’
He sharpened his senses to their fullest, but as expected, there wasn’t the slightest trace of Masain’s presence near the camp.
‘He’s not the type to wander off somewhere without telling me, though.’
Curious, he stepped out of the tent, only to find the resident knights gathered snugly around a massive bonfire, cracking open drinks.
They were really giving off the vibe of a proper outdoor outing.
“Your Highness!”
“Your Highness, come over…