Chapter 38: The Evil Descends (2)
The group left the estate and began their journey toward the troubled village. The distance wasn’t short—it would take them half a day even if they walked continuously. So, when they reached the halfway point, the guard commander suggested taking a break. The guards loosened their armor and began to rest.
Ketal also sat down by a tree, closed his eyes, and leisurely enjoyed the scent of grass and the gentle breeze. At that moment, he sensed someone approaching him. The presence hesitated, fidgeting as if uncertain, before cautiously moving closer. It wasn’t a familiar presence. It was the first time a stranger had approached him first. Ketal opened his eyes.
“Eek!” The sudden gaze startled the man, causing him to let out a shrill cry. “Hello...”
“Greetings,” Ketal replied.
The man had an intelligent-looking face. Gathering his courage, he carefully spoke. “Are you... Ketal, by any chance?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Aha, I thought so.” The man bowed deeply. “Thank you. I owe you my life.”
“Hmm?” Ketal tilted his head, puzzled.
The man continued, speaking cautiously. “About... the recent Dungeon incident.”
“Ah!” Ketal exclaimed as realization dawned on him. Kartos had taken about nine people hostage. The man in front of him was one of them. Upon closer look, Ketal vaguely remembered his face—though at the time, the man’s expression had been vacant and unrecognizable.
“You were one of the captives. I’m glad you’re safe,” Ketal said.