Chapter 54. Philia's Farming

Ssk-ssk.

The sound of dry branches breaking echoed with each step Ian took. Insects buzzed, heralding the arrival of summer in full force. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he called out to Beric.

"Beric, are you sure this is the right way?"

"...It should be?"

"It should be? Is that supposed to be reassuring...?"

"Yeah, yeah. There's the black stone. Oh, oh. This is it."

This far into the wilderness, there wasn't even a path. They couldn't ride horses, so they had been walking for hours. It felt like they had crossed the border of the territory long ago.

That bastard Beric, his side wound probably hadn't even fully healed yet, but he seemed to have recovered his condition completely. It seemed that resting for a few days under the guise of treatment while playing and eating had done him good.

"You said we had to hide properly. At this rate, no one will ever find us, right?"