Chapter 9: Handicapped New Game (8)
Riff grabbed his hand axe.
“Shut up and listen to me, you wimpy bastards. You guys don’t know anything. If you’re looked down on in the adventurer world, then that’s the end of the line for you. What will happen if we tuck our tails between our legs in fear of another party even though we conquered a dungeon? I’d rather hold a funeral for you guys than have to watch you guys go through that.”
“You idiot…!”
Cyclops grabbed his spear tightly. This was a touch-and-go situation. It seems that even their comrades couldn’t stand to watch their fight get any more out of hand as they began to step in. Riff struggled and shouted at them to let him go. The situation only managed to calm down after six of them stepped in to hold Riff back.
“Hey, we shouldn’t be fighting amongst ourselves!”
“It’d be great if those other bastards got here while we’re like this, huh?”
“Calm down, Daneff. Okay? Nothing good will come from us fighting.”
At a glance, it seemed like an internal conflict had occurred.
I was feeling impatient.