Under Merika's desperate obstruction, Magray narrowly escaped the fate of being buried alive.
Of course, Shien had not truly intended to bury him to death. He merely wanted to be a man of his word and bury this nouveau riche young master with only his head exposed so he could breathe. If he was lucky, someone would find him the next day. If he was unlucky, he would become some passing monster's midnight snack. It all depended on his own fate.
Now that Merika had desperately stopped him, Shien did not insist and readily gave up on burying him.
Still, if he could not bury him, he could hang him up, right?
And so...
"Let our young master spend a wonderful night here, shall we?"
Standing beneath a tree, Shien patted the dust from his hands with satisfaction, utterly absorbed in his own handiwork.
"I-Is this really okay?"
Merika, on the other hand, had no idea what to say as she looked at the scene before her.
A closer look revealed Magray tied up like a bundle and hanging from the tree, swaying back and forth like a caterpillar.
He had yet to wake up. His head hung low, his face full of pain, as though he was either having a nightmare or felt that his current self was trapped in one.
"Don't worry. I already patrolled the area, and there aren't any monsters nearby. If he still gets eaten while hanging here, then even the gods must think he ought to go report in." Shien said indifferently, "You don't need to worry about being troubled tomorrow either. He never learned his lesson and actually dared to approach you while you were alone. If Tier finds out about this, he probably won't have all five limbs left this time."
So,