The hour of dawn deepened.
Yeomyeong returned to camp and told the Saint and Corvus that Orsetabul needed to be sent back to the mountains.
“Is that so? A shame,” Corvus said, her eyes widening slightly in surprise—but after Yeomyeong explained the reasons, she nodded in understanding.
The Saint, on the other hand...
She couldn’t even meet Yeomyeong’s gaze. Instead, she fidgeted with her fingers, awkward and guilty.
She had clearly done something.
When Yeomyeong narrowed his eyes at her, she actually started whistling.
…Anyway.
