Chapter 101: Speed Run, Real Time Attack - Run 3
A black-wooled sheep beastkin was sitting on a log with a cup in his hands, talking to Stella who had her own cup.
"You let her out?!" Archer said as soon as she saw this.
"Oh, hello to you too, Namosa" the beastkin greeted the orc in a bored drawl. "You know a better hello would be ’Glad to see you’re not charmed, Noir. Dinner smells great, Noir. Hey Noir, those anti-mesmer charms you made actually work! You’re a genius!’" He said sarcastically. "This is Stella, by the way, we were just shooting the shit over our shitty bosses."
"Our shitty boss is dead," Grey said.
"No shit? Is that why you have a demon on your shoulder?" Noir asked Caroon as he stood off the log. He was only a meter and a half tall by Kir’s estimate.
"Saved us," Grey said. "Big grotesque."
"No kidding? Huh. Must have collapsed the way down coming up... explains the explosion and the fire."
"I made the fire," Grey said. "Caroon helped."
"We should still get out of here before the rest of the floor catches," Namosa said as she quickly tried to pack her things, shoving the chest into a larger backpack. "Best case scenario, that thing burns to death. Worst case..."
She started to describe the gruesome way Ledot had died, which was largely in line with what Kir had guessed.
"You look like shit, boss," Stella said with a grimace. "I thought I felt you try to cast something."