Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Loren knew that on the battlefield, it was common to lose the ability to think normally. He himself had fallen into such a state on several occasions, and each time he was amazed at how he had managed to survive, and the state of the orcs looked like battle mania to him.
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Loren had the impression that strange and weird things did not happen in the daylight, but rather when it was dark and everyone had gone to sleep.
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Loren and the party searched the village for a while, but they didn’t find a single villager in sight.
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Dia, who was smiling so happily for some reason, as soon as they stepped outside, explained to Loren and the others that the distance between her base and Mt. Fire Flute was not very great.
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul “Meeting the Ancient Dragon of Fire Flute Mountain? That’s another bold thing to do in the body of a human. Normally, you would be extinguished without ever meeting them.”
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul “We’ve heard that much, so can you tell us about other methods?” Dia looked a little surprised at Loren’s answer. Since what he had heard was impossible to realize, she had expected him to end the topic here. Yet he said that he wanted to have the knowledge even if it was useless, and it took her aback a little.
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul “So, Loren, what can I do for you today? It’s been so long, I thought you’d forgotten about me.”
Translator: Lizz Proofreader: Xemul Departing from the south gate of Kapha around midday, Loren’s party headed south in the wagon without much of a hurry.
