Leaving Thea behind, Luke decided to head home and rest. Later, he would patrol the village for any possible follow-up threats, and if he still had the energy, he would delve into the dungeon that night.
Though he had said he would take it easy for a while, Luke was not nearly tired enough to remain idle for long. Thankfully, there was no immediate need for a large sum of money. Otherwise, the dungeon would have been his second priority.
'Well, I still have those plates.'
Luke had been handsomely rewarded by the head chief when he saved that village.
So, yes, toras were hardly a concern.
"Hmm?"
As he continued walking, Luke sensed someone approaching from behind.
He turned around, and there she was.
The Witch of Flames.
Ilya.
"Caught you this time," Luke said with a smirk.
"I was never trying to hide myself," Ilya replied with a shrug as she stopped before him.
Luke rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever."
Shaking his head, he asked, "So? You can move around already?"
