Thanks to the fact that the idiot had calmed down after taking a beating, the advance from that point onward was surprisingly smooth.

The formation remained the same as when we first entered: Baum as the vanguard, with Mirif and me taking the middle and rear positions. He shot me a look as if to say, “Shouldn’t the strongest one be leading?” but after almost dying once, he didn’t dare voice any complaints.

‘…He’s probably going to cause trouble at least once more before we get out of here.’

At that point, even Mirif wouldn’t be able to stop me …