In the camp, pale charcoal chunks gave off their last traces of warmth.
Dawn was already beginning to break.
The previous night, Ralph had described the situation in the valley in fits and starts.
As the captain, Edlin had been alarmed when she heard the number of ogres and the possibility that they might attack the town. But she had not immediately called for action. Instead, she told everyone to rest first and wait until daylight to discuss it.
Now, watching the people before her argue without end, Edlin felt very fortunate that she had made that decision.
"I don't agree." Ryan sat cross-legged on his sleeping bag. "Dozens of ogres? You'd have to be crazy to head in there."
With a pipe clenched between his teeth, Feyn leaned against his pack and looked at him. "You think ogres are that easy to find? Since those big bastards are all gathered in the valley, we can start clearing them out from the outskirts. Kill them one at a time as they come out. I don't want to keep wandering around this wasteland with you lot like headless flies."
"Old man, I know what you mean. But we'd be better off going back and reporting this to the guild, letting them figure out how to handle it. Once other teams take over, not only can we collect the scouting reward, we can also decide whether to join the joint extermination depending on the situation."
"Heh."
Priscilla looked at Ryan with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"The clues were discovered by this little hunter. Even if we report them, the reward will be his. What does it have to do with you?"
Ryan choked on his words.
Since when had this woman become so kindhearted?
He was just about