"At least."
"Until the Revival Society's unrest has been completely quelled."
The tips of the campfire's flames writhed wildly in the cold wind.
Dago's face was grim, his eyes utterly still.
For one thing, Dago could not be sure whether any of these people were secret agents of the Revival Society.
For another, until he could confirm that he was clear of the danger-
Of being hunted down by a Fifth-Circle Wizard from the Revival Society, he felt it was better to keep wandering alone.
Otherwise, he would be a walking "source of calamity."
Among the people he knew, none could withstand the pressure of a Fifth-Circle Wizard.
Wherever he hid, the outcome would be the same. He would receive no effective protection.
He would only bring disaster and death to those around him.
Wandering alone had instead become his only chance of survival.
Still.
Chewing the dry, tough meat, Dago's gaze sharpened slightly, and he drew out a cold Communication Stone with his fingertips.
After some thought, Dago picked up one of the Communication Stones and sent a reply.
Mental power flowed along his fingertips into the rough stone, completing an extremely discreet exchange of information.
The Elder Spirit Wizard, Ewakuai.
Ewakuai had warned him during the Blood Battle that "calamity" was coming.
He was very unlikely to have any connection to the Revival Society.
More importantly, there was what he had offered.
The crucial point was that Ewakuai had once said he could resolve the problem with Dago's soul.
Behelet, who had returned to life by possessing the Great Ice Serpent, was now a sword of Damocles hanging over Dago's head.
A bone-piercing chill crawled up his spine every night. That sword could fall and sever his head at any moment.
Dago had to strengthen himself as much