Chapter 127: The Knight Calls Himself a Loser (4)
The forest, unusually dark and ominous under the heavy clouds, was alive with noise.
Perhaps it was the approaching rain, as the wind swept harshly through the leaves, amplifying the sinister and chilling atmosphere.
The danger of a forest at night isn’t just the darkness—it’s the way the wildness inherent to the forest seems to intensify.
However.
“–This weather is perfect for hiding,” a man muttered.
To someone like him, this ominous, feral environment felt strangely familiar. Lying on a rock as if it were a cozy bed, he seemed utterly at ease.
Drip, drip.
The rain began to fall lightly at first but soon grew heavier, with drops striking the earth in a steady rhythm. Yet, even the rain was welcome to him, erasing sound and traces alike.
“Today, luck seems to be on my side,” he murmured, relishing the scent of rain-soaked earth and the forest as it permeated his senses.
Squish.
“So, enjoying your alone time?”
The sound of footsteps splashing through mud announced the end of his solitude.