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They couldn’t see the full expansion of the region very well from their position. Adlet pointed at the root of the peninsula and said, “We’re meeting up there, where the continent and the peninsula converge.” “You are,” Fremy replied. Projecting out into the sea was the Balca Peninsula, otherwise known as the Howling Vilelands, the territory where the fiends and the Evil God lurked. Woodlands extended from the foot of the mountain to the sea, and a thin, twisting road pierced through the center of the forest. The two of them arrived at the summit of the mountain before them lay a sprawling landscape. “That’s the Howling Vilelands,” said Adlet. Being with her cheered him up-but being with Fremy was emotionally painful, like something was pressing on his chest. But behind them, Adlet had also sensed indescribable sadness. She had uttered those words determinedly. Adlet couldn’t say anything else after that, either. Not until I defeat the Evil God with my own two hands.” That was all Fremy said before she stopped talking. Even if you end up taking me down, don’t finish me off.” “What kind of request is that? I’d rather hear you ask to fight together.” “I figured you would be willing to listen to a small request like this one.” “…” “I can’t afford to die. No matter what you may think now, it will happen.” “No, it won’t,” Adlet insisted. “What is it?” “Eventually, we’ll end up trying to kill each other. As they approached the summit, suddenly Fremy said, “Can I ask you something?” Adlet was surprised to hear her speak out of the blue. They crossed over one mountain, and once they finished scaling the next, the Howling Vilelands would be within view.
From my point of view, everyone else is inexperienced.” “You’re ridiculous,” she spat, and they both went silent again. “Nashetania is immature and inexperienced, but she’s a fine warrior.” “You’re sure arrogant enough-you calling her immature and inexperienced.” “I’m the strongest man in the world. Between you and her, the Braves don’t look all that promising this time around.” “You’re wrong,” said Adlet. “I didn’t think Nashetania would be chosen. At least, not as much as I am about you.” “Hmph ,” Fremy snorted bitterly. “If you’re worried about Nashetania, why don’t you go back?” suggested Fremy, as if she had read his mind. He was also worried about having left her alone. If she was looking for him, she would be late joining the rest of the group. He hoped she was also heading toward the Howling Vilelands. Just what the hell do you take me for?” “A brazen, thoughtless, unmanageable idiot.” “Oh, so you’ll answer that question, huh?!” Adlet lost all desire to talk to her. All he could see was a selfish, rude, incomprehensible woman. His initial impression of her lonely and ephemeral air was entirely gone. But each time, all he got in return was stonelike silence. Who made it?” Adlet made numerous attempts to talk to her in an effort to improve relations between them, even just a little bit. What kind of stuff can you do?” “…” “Well, since you’re the Saint of Gunpowder, do you have any explosives? I’d be grateful if you could share some with me.” “…” “I didn’t know there was a gun that could kill fiends. “I’ve never heard of the Saint of Gunpowder. Do you know anything about it, Fremy?” Unsurprisingly, no response. “I wonder if it’s supposed to be especially hot around here. “It’s kinda hot, huh?” Adlet remarked to Fremy, who walked ahead of him. It had been six hours since they first met, and the sun was high. According to the map, once they crossed over two more mountains, they would finally be able to see their destination. They walked in silence along a mountain path, where all that grew was grass that cropped up sparsely between the rocks and pebbles.
Your browser does not support JavaScript!Īdlet and Fremy advanced toward the Howling Vilelands.