Chapter 5: Maybe I do have dementia
"You guys are stupid."
Cheon Areum leaned back on the rock as he scanned their faces. The choice was clear and simple, yet they hesitated so much, as if their lives weren’t on the line.
"If I carry this much, I’ll be exhausted by the time we reach the boss. How can I heal anyone in that state?"
After giving them a reasonable argument, most of them looked at each other as if agreeing with him in silence. The only one who still seemed reluctant to agree was their leader, who couldn’t put his pride away in exchange for a healer—especially a healer with this kind of attitude.
"If you apologize to me, I’ll consider reducing the luggage and we’ll continue like before. I’m being really generous with a lowlife like you, so pick wisely."
"...A lowlife."
Cheon Areum stood up from the rock, dusting himself off lightly. He glared at the leader with an expressionless face.
"Would you believe me if I said I’m supposed to be a ruthless villain? Especially to high-pride Awakeners like you?"
Picking up a sharp, hand-sized rock from the ground, he tossed it gingerly in the air.
"What kind of nonsense are you sprouting now?! This nutcase—how did we get so unlucky to be locked in here with him?"
Holding his throbbing head, the leader lamented his fate—just as a rock, thrown at a speed invisible to the eye, hit his eyebrow. Blood dripped from the open cut, dyeing his eyelid a warm red.