Zich left the tent. A chilly air flowed inside the tent, and an atmosphere frosty enough to pierce dwellers swept them. Zich remained unconcerned even when his words had been the cause.

‘I’m hungry. I wonder what I should eat for dinner,’ he simply thought. A worry that most people would have laughed at was Zich’s current greatest worry. At that moment, someone went outside the tent. It was Max.

“Let’s go, Sir Zich. I will guide you to the castle walls.”

Zich was about to refuse him when he realized Max’s goal. ‘He’s trying to avoid any forms of conflict.’

If Zich clashed with the mercenaries before he left the camp, it was hard to tell what would happen. There would be many losses, and Zich wasn’t an ordinary person—he was a Karuwiman Honorary Holy Knight. Besides, Max had good reason to be worried since his subordinates had caused a string of troubles recently.

“I will accept your guidance with gratitude.” Max looked relieved by Zich’s words. 

“Then, let us go,” Max said. 

Zich and Max began to leave the camp, and no mercenaries approached them. Although there were some mercenaries who lingered around to look at Zich with curiosity, they quickly turned away after receiving a stern look from Max. In the meantime, Max asked Zich about many matters. It was just chit-chat...