Chapter 241: Split

"Oh don't be so stubborn, Anselm." I sigh, pressing my fingers against my tented brows. The stress is beginning to mount up right about now, "We need all the hands we can get."

He all but stomps his foot on the ground, "No, no we don't. You've already been forewarned by a freaking Demon Lord that somehow lives underneath the Forest, by the way, have you told the Spriggan about that?"

"No, of course not, are you even listening to me at all? I can't! If I do, either Venegue himself comes for me or I lose the edge he's given me."

He sneers at the scale sitting on the table, "I wouldn't mind seeing it gone, but I know then I'll have a harder time convincing you not to conscript more restless spirits."

"Ha, restless spirits-"

"Yes! Restless spirits, we're here because we wouldn't go up to Anera, because we felt like we needed to stay back but we didn't. If there's anything these spirits need it's not a battle."