"Whew... ha... whew..."
"Ah!"
Startled awake from a dream, Falan suddenly sat upright,
but immediately covered one side of his waist helplessly and lay back down, groaning in pain.
"Ugh! Ah..."
"Ah! He's awake, he's awake! Captain, you're finally awake."
Falan slowly opened his eyes and looked at Enrique, who leaned over with a delighted expression.
He struggled to turn his head, using the light from the campfire to survey the situation inside the cave.
"Captain, are you all right? How are you feeling?"
Enrique pressed Falan back down as he tried to sit up and asked with concern.
"I... ugh! I'm injured?"
By now, Falan had regained much of his awareness, and he asked weakly.
His mind was still a complete muddle. He couldn't remember what had happened before he lost consciousness.
"Huh?"
Enrique looked puzzled at his words, then said worriedly:
"Captain, you forgot?"
"We ran into the Goblin King. You were stabbed in the kidney by a Goblin Hunter while protecting us."
As soon as he finished speaking, a scream rang out through the quiet cave.
"What—?!"
Fortunately, after a brief commotion...
Falan looked at the slightly pale skin around his waist and let out a heavy sigh of relief.
"We have Molly's Slime to thank again this time. Everyone was seriously injured while trying to break through the encirclement."
As he said this, Enrique's face was filled with relief as well.
By then, through Enrique's account, Falan had gradually "recalled" what had happened during the day.
That was right!
That morning, they had been preparing to search for traces of the Goblin King.
But whether it was luck or misfortune, they had run into the Goblin King and its tribe on the way to the first location!
Goblins had surrounded them from every direction, covering the