"Ugh! Why does my head hurt so much?"
March 7th woke up at that moment too. Unlike Stelle, however, the moment she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar ceiling, a sense of helplessness welled up inside her.
Especially when she saw the trash can and cart beside her. March 7th did not have a cleanliness obsession, but the thought of being stuffed into a trash can and brought to the Lower District left her with mixed feelings.
Stelle also glanced at the trash can in the corner of the clinic. As if drawn to it by her soul, she got up and walked over. A powerful urge drove her to reach out, lift the lid, and investigate its contents.
"Hey, Sampo, what are you doing here?"
"Haha, I just came to deliver some medicine to Natasha. You all celebrate—I won't disturb you. I'll be going now."
After being discovered, Sampo awkwardly scratched his head and tried to find an excuse to leave, but several Underworld Fire members whom he had never conned blocked his way.
"Why be so polite? Today is a good day. We defeated the Cracked Boundary! Come, celebrate with us. The boss is treating!"
"Ahem!" Oleg was nearly enraged to death by the Underworld Fire member's words. What did he mean, Oleg was treating? Still, as long as everyone had fun, that was all that mattered. As for the fact that the Cracked Boundary would not disappear, and that Cracked Boundary creatures might attack again when they returned to the mines, Oleg kept that to himself. He did not want to ruin the cheerful atmosphere.
Unfortunately, while Sampo was declining the invitation, a small head poked out from inside.
"Kiana!" March 7th immediately spotted Kiana among the crowd and happily waved at her.
The moment she