Mimi hid in a wagon loaded with food and water barrels and entered a concealed tunnel inside the mountain.
Fifteen days earlier, Mimi had found the last surviving bastard responsible for killing that woman.
But the place he was hiding was far too unusual.
The main entrance was heavily guarded.
The air vents were monitored by Mystic Arts.
Even Mimi... No, Mimi was the name that woman had given it.
Now that the woman was dead, it no longer needed to be called Mimi.
It should be called...
It would stick with Mimi after all.
It sounded nice.
Crouched in the wagon's shadows, Mimi couldn't help thinking of that woman again, the woman who had brought it back from the brink of death and fed it precious medicinal herbs.
That woman had been a good person.
But...
That woman was dead.
So everyone who had killed her deserved to die.
It had killed them all.
Now there was only one left!
Once it killed this one, it would return to the forest and never come out again!
The wagon passed through the hidden passage, and the soldiers inside the secret base began unloading the unconscious people and the supplies.
Mimi slipped out while they were busy.
Compared with the two fully armored men guarding the entrance, these ordinary soldiers were no more significant to Mimi than mice in a field.
Following the scent, Mimi soon found the last one-
"Damn it! Damn it!
Why did some old woman find the Doran Fruit we'd spent so long searching for?
And why did that old woman have a Mystic Creature with her?"
The roars echoed through the room.
Resignation showed in Mallory's eyes as he recounted his earlier experiences for the seventeenth time.
He told the story again, starting with how he