"Ah, was it really that dangerous for you this time?"
That evening, after returning to Berg Town, the team gathered again. As they reminisced and recounted their experiences around the table, Bona let out a startled cry.
"Yeah. Good thing you didn't come, or you might've nearly been done in along with us." Bad Apple swirled the small glass of liquor in his hand, then drained the burning liquid.
"Phew—" He exhaled deeply, as if that were the only way to ease the thread of fear still lingering in his memory.
The other two were doing much better. Yan clutched a large roasted chicken leg and kept gnawing at it, while Karl patiently picked at the flaky meat pie in front of him. As for Tia, she was curiously teasing the Black Cat.
"Do you need to eat?" She gently touched the Black Cat's front paw with her finger, drawing a plaintive, affectionate meow from it.
Even now, though it had become a Ghost, the Black Cat still retained its habits and memories from life.
Under Sylutia's careful petting, it rolled onto its side on the table and stretched out, occasionally kneading the air with its front paws.
After hearing the whole story, Bona was also shaken and felt very fortunate.
"I won't tease you this time. Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll go prepare it."
"Really? Actually, I've been wanting roast suckling pig." Bad Apple suddenly dropped his sorrowful, sighing expression and looked excited.
"Tsk, you sure know how to make demands, Captain." She held out a hand.
"Pay up. I'll go buy the ingredients, but I can't make it today. You can have it tomorrow."
"Then never mind. Let's have roast goose instead." Bad Apple thought it over, took a few gold coins from his