“Gregory. What do you think we should do?”
“No…”
His face grim, his answer vague, Gregory’s manner had been strange ever since the topic of the Mazoku had come up.
…No, wait just a moment. What was it Gregory said before all this?
While everyone had been discussing the Mazoku, he’d looked strangely anxious the entire time—
Everyone turned to Gregory, whose attempts to hide the strange atmosphere had failed.
“Perhaps… it’s time…” he muttered weakly.
“Gregory?”
“…When it comes to what we were discussing, there’s no need to worry.”
What in the world was this?
…His face taut as he spoke, the words he uttered next became the catalyst for the first uproar that would shake their party since their journey began.