Chapter 11

Chapter 11 – Runaway (11)

Come to think of it, the tracks Denburg had left were way more apparent than before. So much that Gawain had to consider the possibility of a trap.

"My head hurts," Gawain murmured.

Mac clenched his hands behind his back and said, "What is the big deal? Just send the information over to the commander."

Gawain agreed that it was a good idea, after all, wits wasn’t his area of expertise.

"Okay. Contact Hestia and comb the area."

"Yes!"

With that, the warriors dispersed and began scouting the area.

Mac came to Gawain and asked in a small voice, "Captain. Do we really need to shoot Youngest Master?" His hands found the quiver full of arrows behind his back.

"Yes, we should since Hestia told us to do so."

"But Youngest Master is Boss's successor. If he gets hurt when we shoot him—”

"It should be all right. Can a guy who can fly across the rift get hurt by a mere arrow?"

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