Chapter 222: Children and Dog
By the campfire.
"If this weren't the Nightmare World, he wouldn't be able to do this either." Layden withdrew the hand he had been poking at the campfire with, dusted off the ash, and looked at Ruger before finally settling his gaze on Vito. "Even if his strength improved further, or his magical pet advanced another step, he still couldn't do it so easily. The environment of the Nightmare World helped him."
Vito nodded at that. The smile had long since returned to his face, but perhaps the fierce battle had drawn his attention—his crooked hat, which had fallen to the ground, still had not been picked up.
Ruger glanced at the two beside him and stood up as Vito had.
The blue-robed wizard apprentice lying in the distance had already regained his senses. He raised a hand and wiped across the shocking wound that spanned nearly half his body. The bleeding froze beneath his gentle touch, and then he began pouring medicine into his mouth, without uttering a sound throughout.
Ruger noticed that Vito's gaze was also fixed on that man.
But Ruger was more curious about something else. If such injuries had not drawn even a groan from him, then what had those earlier screams been about?
He shifted his gaze to the yellow-robed Nightmare wizard apprentice strolling along at an unhurried pace. It felt as though this fellow had not yet gone all out. He had merely let that ugly, eyeless dog magical pet play around for a while—and it could play without restraint, because this sort of magical pet would not kill its prey even while playing.
Ruger looked farther ahead. Even that chubby apprentice who followed the path of faith-based wizardry might not be able to kill it, or so