A questioning tone and a question, more often than not, were not truly seeking an answer, nor did they need one from the other party.
Ruger, who had been keeping his head lowered beside them, thought of something else. A Nightmare Wizard who had successfully advanced could naturally be addressed as Lord Wizard, yet after this Lord Wizard had successfully left that town, she seemingly had not found liberation. Instead, she was still thinking of doing things for that old crone. From this, one could imagine that escaping the old crone's control was no easy matter.
Mewtris's two remarks neither sought an answer nor could be answered.
Ruger had not seen the fates of her companions either. As for that so-called assistance, they had no way to refuse it.
Ruger even felt that she might understand her companions' endings better than the two of them did. He had always guessed that the appearance of the tree hollow Nightmare Demon had forced Mewtris to use the abilities of a Nightmare Wizard apprentice to hide in that town, thus entering the old crone's greedy field of vision and ending up where she was now.
"Whatever Lord Mewtris needs us to do, we will certainly do our utmost," Layden said respectfully.
Mewtris wore black, and with her passable looks and current smile, she ought to have made for a fairly beautiful, moving sight. Yet Ruger dared say that anyone who saw her smiling face at this moment would be able to feel just how foul her mood was.
"Then I'll have to trouble you two to cook a pot of soup first! The taste from that day was truly unforgettable..."
Mewtris smiled at the two of them.
Every time the muscles of her face moved to form a smile, her beautifully curved lips