“Mmm…”

That doesn’t sound like a very good idea. Blue Wings are carnivores, because rats are their staple food.

[The God of Destruction, Ciel, is delighted with Cass’ plan.]

I looked at him awkwardly and went inside the inn.

Sleeping with my head on Cass’ shoulder. It’s a humiliation from day one

The night outside the window was getting dark. Meals were being served at the inn, and the noise of the party made the first night of the trip a little exciting.

I sat and ate together, but I felt tired and went into the room first. And I went to bed with Kyuu.

About four days passed like that.

I’ve gotten a little closer with Cass in the meantime. I felt like we were attached to each other all day long.

Occasionally, when he rode in the carriage, we would talk about this and that, and we would share snacks. Although Kyuu didn’t seem to like him at all.

So we arrived at the warp point.

By the way…

“How did this happen?”

Cass asked, getting off his horse.

I could feel that the situation was unusual.

There was a log building next to the warp point made of marble, yet half of it was gone because it was burned.

And about twenty people who had collapsed and became corpses were lying everywhere.

Footprints on the floor belong to humans.

The Paladins began to arm themselves, and the mercenaries brought by Cass also drew their swords.

Cass beckoned me to stay in the carriage, and I watched the situation outside anxiously while hugging Kyuu.

“Were they attacked?”

Cass nodded his head with a serious expression.

His cold eyes were on the half-burnt log building.

“There are people alive.”

Then a mercenary shouted.

Cass walked towards him quickly. It seemed that there was someone with a life attached to it.

“Who did this?”

“Keugh… Cough…”

He looked in great pain and I got out of the carriage. Then I ran straight ahead and passed Cass, infusing him with holy power.

The light escaped from my hands and the man’s breathing gradually stabilized.

After a while, he opened his mouth.

“They were more like mercenaries than abandits.”

“Mercenaries?”

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