Rocco's Not-So-Cool Entrance

As fear started creeping in and he began trembling, a sudden voice spoke near his ear, sounding exasperated.

"Oi, you still don't believe me, you idiot? I'm right here."

"Ah! M-Mamoth! You're really here!"

"It's Mahmoud. You're not even trying to get my name right, are you?"

Rocco let out a deep breath.

Mahmoud really was here.

He hadn't been left alone after all.

Just as he started to relax, the heavy mansion gates groaned as they slowly opened.

"Whoa! What's going on?!"

"…Looks like they're letting you in. Which means… we came to the right place," Mahmoud muttered.

Rocco swallowed his head hard.

If the enemy had opened the gate without hesitation, that meant they had been expecting him.

A cold sweat ran down his back as he cautiously stepped forward.

With Mahmoud at his side—somewhere—he walked into the mansion, praying that Ragar was still alive.