"Haaah, what a day…" Noah sat, immediately flopping onto a bed, letting himself sink into the mattress.
"It was really fun watching that!" Astrid said, claiming the bed next to his. "Seeing all kinds of high-level magic…It's amazing what people are capable of."
In the corner, the exorcist was practically kicking her feet in the air while counting each and every gold coin she acquired from a day of fruitful betting, "Ninety-two, ninety-three…"
Seated near the doorway, the orc looked caught in contemplation, and Noah knew exactly why when looking over.
"I don't understand it," Redrum shook his head. "That was the very same man I recall from the stories. A brutal, sadistic hunter…For him to concede like that out of concern for his opponent."
