Night gradually deepened.
While everyone was preparing to take turns keeping watch and sleeping, a black figure silently darted out of a tent in the center of the camp like a bat streaking through the night. It landed on a path some distance away, exposing itself beneath the moonlight.
That person was naturally Shien.
"He really was stubborn."
Shien wiped away some sweat, as though he had expended quite a bit of effort.
Yet Shien's face was filled with freshness and satisfaction, making him seem exceptionally pleased and invigorated.
"He held out for a full three hours. As expected of a level seventy-seven demon expert."
But because of that, Shien had finally suppressed him thoroughly.
"Maybe I unexpectedly enjoy this kind of secret work."
No, perhaps it was not unexpected at all.
Shien had never been the type to enjoy being in the spotlight. Instead, he wanted to live quietly and ordinarily. Even if there was something he had to do, he wanted to finish it without attracting anyone's attention, hiding both his achievements and reputation. So compared to acting openly and flamboyantly, Shien preferred these covert operations. They made him feel especially energized.
"If I'd lived in ancient times, I probably would've become a killer, an assassin, or a secret member of some underground organization."
For someone like him to become the Hero of Another World, he really did not know whether he should laugh.
"Next, it depends on whether things go smoothly."
Shien stretched and muttered to himself.
"I've done everything I needed to do. Now I just wait to reap the final harvest."
Leaving those words behind, Shien turned and headed toward his tent.
However, halfway there, he heard hurried breathing and chaotic footsteps.
"Hmm?"
Shien sensed a familiar wave of magic power coming toward him. Slightly