Chapter 459: About Traveling Between Worlds
Heather seemed pleased with having the dagger, though Elmo wondered if she'd ever get the chance to use it. He didn't expect anything major to happen. As they were just going back to the dungeon they'd started in.
The announcer hadn't indicated that anything had happened with it since they got the portal sealed away, not to mention the fact that they'd already dealt with the goblins in there. So, it wasn't like they'd have a horde of goblins waiting for them like they had last time.
Maybe a few had gotten away, but Elmo couldn't imagine their numbers could have gotten so large that they'd be a threat in so short of a time. As even if they kidnapped women to increase their numbers, it took Heather a few months before she'd given birth to her goblin-child and that was when she'd been taken a few weeks before they'd sealed the portal.
Though, as they travelled on back to the town they'd first reached after having left the dungeon after resting through the night after receiving the dagger they'd been promised, Elmo found that he was worried about what to expect. He hoped that there wouldn't be anything unexpected. Like when they'd first headed towards the capital from this town.
Elmo didn't like the memories of what had happened on the road, and how they'd been nearly killed, but he held to the fact that the people who'd been behind that attack had either been killed or arrested, so there shouldn't be anything standing in their way.
Which made Elmo wish his own imagination would stop creating scenarios of what could be waiting for them on the road. She seriously doubted any of that could happen, but his mind kept churning out one after another, despite Elmo's own aggravation on the matter.
He wanted to think that it'd only be a day and a half walking to get to the village, but he recalled that it had taken longer because of the fight with the men who'd attacked them. Maybe he was wrong, but that's what he recalled. Of course, it could even be a two and a half days as he thought about it. As he felt like some of his memories about that were a little fuzzy. Fuzzy enough that he wasn't completely confident about how long it'd taken then.
However, a new conversation topic was struck when they were late into the first afternoon of the trip to the village. A topic he couldn't help but wonder why it hadn't been broached before. He knew that he'd been wondering about it, but he hadn't even been the one to think to ask about it.
"Hey, Kim," Bart asked. "How's the research into traveling between worlds coming along? You've had that book since we left the library, so what'd you learn so far?"