Even after that, under the command of No. 21, the group’s journey continued without any major issues.
“?Eek! Look at this! W-woman! Man! Ichi isn’t breathing again! Is this person truly a demon risen from hell?!”
Of course, due to the Holy Emperor briefly leaving his seat to attend a political meeting, the startled Barsha barbarian turned pale and caused a commotion for a while—
“—Ugh! What is this awful jerky? Mr. No. 21! Surely this isn’t revenge for the inkberry from earlier, is it?”
While walking and having a simple meal, Edis, who was eating, spat out all the jerky that tasted like bile, among other minor incidents.
But other than that, the journey was relatively peaceful and uneventful. Basically, everyone had good stamina, and they were aura users who didn’t tire easily.
Thus, the group quickly traversed the wasteland. Occasionally, the hungry Edis would smack her lips and glance at No. 21. Naturally, No. 21 began to worry about the flame barrier she possessed.
“That bitter taste. His Majesty clearly said it was due to the flame barrier created by that maid.”
Although it was still a relatively unfamiliar concept, fortunately, No. 21 had some knowledge about flame barriers.
Why wouldn’t he? He was the first disciple who, upon coming of age, received various elusive teachings…