The arrival of the Undead was truly like a beam of sunlight shining straight into the face of Coyle, who had nearly sunk into endless darkness.
Rojas was actually doing a little better than he was.
How should one put it... this female Mage had a calm, steady air about her, as if she could stroll along in place of riding a carriage.
Since there was nothing she could do anyway, she simply took things one step at a time.
No wonder that despite being quite capable and producing students of decent quality, Rojas had only stepped forward after being driven into a corner.
She probably did not want to offend Aislin, but more than that, she simply lacked the desire to get involved.
So, once Rojas confirmed that Coyle wanted to make the decision and was capable of making it, she unhesitatingly became a follower.
Though she had been badly frightened as well, because she had not thought too much about it, she had fewer troubles.
But Coyle was different!
He knew he had been forced into this situation, and he believed the Gilbert he had met back then would understand his hardships to some extent. That was why he had managed to remain so calm.
But back then, Coyle had thought there was something wrong with some of the people he had brought, not that they all had problems... That was a huge difference.
Sand mixed with a little shit was disgusting, but you could just throw it away, and the bag that had held it could still be washed and used.
But if it was all shit... then wouldn't you have to burn the bag along with it?
Who could care whether the bag outside was willing or not!
Coyle had truly thought he was doomed!
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