Chapter 113: Do We Really Look Like a Couple?
At noon, when the sun was at its most merciless over the wasteland, the squad found an abandoned village and prepared to take an hour's rest in the shade.
Professor Duncan did not seem tired at all, he simply ate a few mouthfuls of dry rations before leading his students around the ruined village with their detectors, scanning everything in sight.
Ansu watched Celia, who had silently put on a headscarf, wrapping her small face until only her eyes and nose were visible, and let out a chuckle.
"What are you laughing at? It's the sun's fault!" Celia rolled her eyes at him irritably, then shot a frustrated glance toward the clergymen.
"If it weren't for those guys, I could use magic, and we wouldn't have been baked like this on the road..."
Ansu nodded silently. For a mage, especially one of Celia's level, waving a hand to lower the temperature of the surroundings would be easier than breathing.
"Do you still like the Eastern Wasteland now?" Ansu teased with a smile. "Don't you think Benalu City is better after all? At least you could sit in a coffee shop and have a freshly squeezed cold drink."
"You're always teasing me!" Celia snorted. "I won't change my mind. Nature is always better than the city! I just don't like Benalu City!"
Ansu looked at the stubborn witch, thinking that she didn't just have a bit of a reclusive nature; she truly disliked places with people and urban life from the bottom of her heart...