Chapter 273: Going wild
“You did the right thing,” Greldo said, in between devouring enough food that even Irwin was wondering where exactly he was putting it.
“So you’ve told me,” he said, leaning back with a weary sigh. “It still feels… wrong.”
Greldo wiped his mouth, then looked up, raising an eyebrow.
“If you’d come across these nasty fools in the midst of attacking a low-rank world, doing what they were, what would you have done?”
Irwin sighed. “Killed them all.”
Greldo spread his hands in an exactly what I mean gesture before reaching out and squeezing his shoulder.
“I know it's different if they can’t fight back, but you are growing pretty strong. You will have to deal with the fact that, at some point, a lot of the bad guys can’t properly fight back. Anyway, how are the smiths doing?”
Irwin grimaced as he thought of the smiths that were spread out across the rooms. There were fourteen of them, twelve of which were Viridian, the last two being human-like, and all were underfed and covered in old wounds. Worse was the mental damage they had, knowing their small outpost world had been destroyed, barely anyone left alive. The fact that they were now en route to some mysterious place they weren’t allowed to know, with the only option staying on Sesnanser if that place was even back up and running, didn’t help in the least.
“They are resting, and their wounds are slowly healing. I’m pretty sure that most of them will come with us,” he said.
“Good,” Greldo said. “We can use all the smiths we can get back home.”
Irwin nodded, feeling slightly better. Even then, the memory of destroying the ship filled with raiders would probably stay with him for a long time.
“Anyway, you are back to normal again?” he asked, forcing both selves on something else.