Chapter 129.2
If all went according to plan, we would reach the Marquis of Kendras in three more days. At midnight, wrapped in my cloak by the fire, I suddenly opened my eyelids, Nero’s tentacles twitched, and Carla looked up to see the forest.
“I heard a scream.”
“As I recall… beyond this ravine was part of a Viscount’s estate, dependent on the Marquis of Dunce. There might be a village close to this place. Are we going there?”
“Just checking.”
Carla, who was still seated, looked up at me as I stood up to remove my cloak.
I wouldn’t mind if it was just a fight between villagers or adventurers, but if we were being attacked by bandits or demons, I couldn’t just leave it alone if I overheard anything.
I looked at her, remembering that Carla had told me before we left that the village had been disappearing, and Carla, with half of her face lit by the firelight, smiled softly.
“Do you like your meat with a taste of blood?”
“Not with you around.”
“Eh, you don’t like it?”
Carla stood up, removing her cloak as I did, and the smile she had been giving me deepened.
“I prefer blackened, well-done meat compared to raw and rare.”