Because Agravain had retreated so decisively, the groups that split into two and headed for their respective villages encountered no mishaps. If there was anything different, aside from Cursed Arm Hassan taking Liao Ye along another route back to East Village, it was—
"Mash, don't you think you and Miss Hassan of Serenity are a little too close?"
Mash stared blankly at Fujimaru Ritsuka and Hassan of Serenity, who was draped across his back.
The group was resting midway through their journey. Once they entered the mountains, it became much easier to stay hidden, and since everyone had come out, there was nothing wrong with taking a short break.
"Serenity, don't cause trouble for him. Even if you do happen to meet someone who won't be poisoned to death by you, you shouldn't act like this. He'll end up hating you." Hassan of the Hundred Faces plucked Hassan of Serenity off Fujimaru Ritsuka's back like she was picking up a cat and set her aside.
Fujimaru Ritsuka finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Though he truly would not die, the places Hassan of Serenity touched still felt slightly numb. The blessing Mash had given him could grant immunity to most poisons, but Hassan of Serenity's poison was an exceptionally deadly toxin, rare in all the world—something on the level of a Noble Phantasm. Becoming completely immune to something like that was still difficult.
And even without the poison, having someone pressed against him all the time made it hard for him to breathe.
"Mm, I understand." Hassan of Serenity agreed with Hassan of the Hundred Faces, but there was not the slightest hint of self-awareness in her tone. Her unfocused eyes still kept drifting toward Fujimaru Ritsuka.
For some reason, Mash felt a faint sense of danger.
Though she herself