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Once again arriving at the Rogue Encampment, Diya took a deep breath. This ancient, desolate feeling was truly comforting. It was a pity Diablo was not here; who knew which corner he had hidden away in to sleep.
"Master!" Flavia ran out of the Mercenary Guild. The moment she saw Diya, she cried out happily.
"I'm here. What is it?" Seeing the smile on Flavia's face, Diya felt as though she were someone who had been imprisoned for years and suddenly set free.
"It's nothing. It's wonderful that you came, Master," Flavia said happily. Diya immediately understood. He probably had not entered for several days, and time here passed at the same rate as it did on the Brahma Continent. Flavia had spent several lonely days in a place like this, where there was nothing in the encampment while monsters ran rampant outside. An ordinary person would probably have broken down long ago.
Thinking of this, Diya could not help feeling somewhat guilty. He was the one who had awakened Flavia, yet he had not treated her properly.
"Heh, I'll come more often from now on. By the way, what have you been doing these past few days?" Diya asked casually.
"Sometimes I went to the Blood Moor to hunt monsters. Other times, I practiced my archery in the encampment," Flavia answered seriously.
"Right, then what did you eat these past three days?" Diya suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Only now did he remember that there seemed to be nothing in the Rogue Encampment besides wooden huts, while outside was nothing but monsters. Then why was Flavia still perfectly fine, without looking hungry at all?
"There's nothing to eat here. I just hunt Quill Rats, cut off some meat, roast it, and