This time, Na and Milk Dragon did not remain unconscious for long.
Not long after the rescuers carried them out of the Blood-Bound Dungeon, they gradually woke up one after the other.
But they had not awakened on their own. They had been awakened by pain.
They were stacked atop each other on a stretcher, carried front and back by a blue-robed man and woman. The pair looked utterly careless, paying no heed to the people on the stretcher. Whenever they encountered piles of rubble, they did not go around them, but marched straight over them.
As a result, with their internal injuries already severe, every jolt along the road made the gaps between all their bones ache. Their internal wounds churned like rising tides, the pain so intense that their vision repeatedly went black.
They tried to struggle up, but the slightest movement made their organs feel as though they had been twisted into a knot. Even lifting a finger took immense effort.
Any words from their mouths came out as broken groans. They could only let the two blue-robed people carry them toward an unknown destination...
Still, their struggling movements startled the two blue-robed people.
"You're awake?" The young man at the front glanced back at Na, his tone flat. "Tough little life. You didn't die even after all that."
The woman carrying the rear of the stretcher sneered. Her voice was neither loud nor soft, just enough for them to hear. "If the family hadn't teamed up with the Enforcement Corps this time, who would care whether ordinary people like them lived or died? We're only putting on a show."
"Say less." The young man shot his companion a sidelong glance and continued forward. This time, however, he no longer chose the rough shortcut, but a slightly