“W-Why is Captain holding a hand plow?”

“Piaro is a farmer.”

“Y-You’re retired...”

Amelda had experienced firsthand over the past decades about how terrible and precarious the life of a fugitive was. Broken limbs were a common occurrence, and she had crossed the road of death many times. Piaro was the main traitor, so his life must’ve been more terrible than theirs...

‘He would’ve been seriously injured. He can’t hold a sword again...’

Tears welled up in Amelda’s eyes. She resented Mercedes’s good-will lies in which she had said Piaro was well. Mercedes should have been honest, no matter how harsh the truth was. Then she would’ve been mentally prepared.

Flinch.

Amelda temporarily lost her mind in the midst of this absurd situation. She was shedding tears like chicken poop when the rafflesia on Piaro’s shoulder moved. It started to struggle frantically.

-Puraaaaaaaah!

“Ugh!” 

The rafflesia glowed as it screamed, and Grid’s face paled. The scream tore at his ears, and the horrible stench caused all sorts of status abnormalities.

“He woke up surrounded by ugly people, so it is natural for it to be frightened.” Noll clicked his tongue like he understood the rafflesia’s reaction.

By then, Noll had already fled far away. The vampires were a race with...