Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

"Tomorrow? What do you mean?"

Amelia averted her gaze at my question.

"I had a hunch from the beginning."

"From the beginning...?"

I was momentarily stunned.

'Was that why she had that strange expression every time we talked about returning?'

I realized that the strange feeling I had during our previous conversations wasn't just my imagination, but I still didn't understand.

"If you had a hunch, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

I stared at her intently, and Amelia glanced at me before quickly looking away again.

I had no choice but to ask directly.

"Do you... not want to go back?"