Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

At this moment, on the other side—

Lance, covered in bloodstains, had absolutely no spare attention to deal with the chatterbox witch floating in midair.

His mind was currently a complete mess.

The Half-Elf girl he had gently set down had now completely lost consciousness. Her head drooped weakly as she quietly leaned against Lance’s broad chest, temporarily falling into a deep sleep.

But her body still twitched from time to time.

Lance’s brain was spinning rapidly.

This time, after they had been forcibly dragged into this Historical Projection, the commotion caused by the red Spell Formation outside had been far too enormous.

He guessed that by now, people had definitely already come to investigate outside in the real forest.

If those people saw Cecilia in this state when they went out later—