After hearing the utterly chaotic, wildly reckless tale of Berserk and the girl’s gambling journey, I sank into deep concern.
Was it really right to take this person with me?
And with this kind of nerve, how had this kid ever been on the verge of exile?
It was a genuinely profound concern.
“If you put any more Mana into it, the formation will burst.”
“…Hm? Ah.”
I’d been absentmindedly pouring Mana into it because my thoughts were such a mess.
I quickly withdrew the Mana I had been feeding in, then stared at the person who had spoken to me.
The mage, Erutelk.
Or the Teal Traitor.
She was just as much of a problem in her own way.
“…I think it’s about time we had the conversation we’ve been putting off.”
It had been delayed because we ate, then washed dishes, and then the girl had interrupted while we were washing those dishes, but I had originally needed to speak with this being as well.
I rose from beside the campfire.
“Sir?”
“I’ll be back shortly. Do not follow me.”
The Inquisitor and Daniel were busy pouring Divine Power into the dragon every single time any recovered, while the Vermilion Bird was asleep to recover.
The rest had been chatting quietly beside me.
So as long as I restrained these people, no one should follow.
Taking that into account, I left the warning behind.
“B-But…….”
“Stay put, young hunter.”
Fortunately, Berserk did not seem interested in inserting herself between the mage and me.
I gave her a slight nod, then stepped outside ahead of the mage.
Silent footsteps followed…