"I understand. No problem." Shiroe sighed in relief when he heard this answer. The silver haired man in front of him readily accepted Shiroe's request. This was Susukino, one of the 5 player cities. According to modern geography, this was approximately the city of Sapporo. There was a large bar in the center of the city which doubled as the guild house of Silver Sword. Although it was a bar, the ceiling was high so it did not feel humid. The couch felt more like a long wooden bench and 'Eyes of Mystery' William Massachusetts was sitting on it, looking at Shiroe sharply. "I am very grateful... But don't you want the details?" "You'll tell me even if I don't ask." Shiroe, who had contacted the guild master of Silver Sword, organized the things he wanted to say in his mind. William accepted the request, so that was a start. He would need to give a detailed explanation to strengthen their relationship. During the formation of the Round Table Council, William was impatient and had a short temper. It wouldn't be wise to drag the explanation. Shiroe split up with Naotsugu in order to work separately, and he intended to bring back good news from his foray into the HQ of Silver Sword. "The location is a new raid zone accessible from the depths of Palm. We have scouted the area, it is a Full Raid challenge. The enemies we encountered are level 89, the discovery was made by us. We have unsealed the entrance. You can assume the difficulty is very high." "Hmm..." After the talk with Kinjo, Shiroe's group made another trip to the deepest area of the depths of Palm to investigate the seal. Although the seal was still active, those that were permitted by ReGan would be able to enter through the door with an entry pass given by ReGan. As expected, they confirmed the interior contained a raid zone. The ceiling of the zone was high with an ancient architecture design... it gave the impression of being an extension of the depths of Palm. This underground space that was illuminated by glowing crystals was filled with shrines and had arching ceilings, an amazing facility. From afar, they saw some jelly-like monsters that had no fixed form. At level 89, Shiroe and Naotsugu should be able to take down a single one. But this was a Full Raid challenge, which meant it had been set to be on par with 24 level 89 Adventurers. Shiroe's group retreated without engaging. As Shiroe expected, there was a limit to the number of people that could enter. This meant only 24 Adventurers could enter the zone. For quests that placed emphasis on numbers, you could not force your way through with overwhelming numbers.
"But there are problems." William continued while keeping his stubborn face on. "Silver Sword is on hiatus right now. Short of people." "Eh?" "I mean there are members who won't take part in this raid. There are guys who are adamant not to take part in raids anymore, or intend to stay in Susukino forever." William gave a tough reply. "That means I can't take the job. Although we can still take on simple quests, but definitely not a tough one like this... this is too difficult. Although we have reached level 95, it is too big a challenge. It will be a stretch to gather 20 people." "Is it... because of the memory loss?" Shiroe asked about the horror of losing your memory, but William shook his head. "The loss is exaggerated. We are not afraid. And we don't fear the fight. At least not because of the monsters." "If not, then why?" Shiroe was confused. Shiroe could understand if it were because of fear. You might be able to respawn no matter how many times you died, but there was still some physiological inhibition towards dying. The pain had been dulled, and the discomfort was only of muscle ache when you lost most of your health bar. Even the pain during the instance of death was still bearable. But to see a steel sword pierce through your chest was enough to shatter the will of some Adventurers. Being shredded by the claws of a dire beast and seeing the scenes of disembowelment that were not censored. The horror of death remained. Even famous guilds like D.D.D. and the Black Sword Knights were hesitant to challenge the hardest raids after the Catastrophe. And the difficulty of battle had increased after the Catastrophe. Team positioning was even harder without the overhead view of the battlefield. The level of monsters they could take on had dropped compared to the past when Elder Tales was just a game, a fact noted by most Adventurers. The major guilds had dropped their choice of raid difficulty correspondingly. (Because of the fear of death, the drop in raiding membership is understandable. But...) "Why?" "Shiroe... Erm, Mr Shiroe." "Just Shiroe is fine." "Oh. How many times have you died so far, Shiroe?" He was probably referring to the period after the Catastrophe, so Shiroe replied "None." William's dour face twisted with displeasure after hearing this response. Instead of displeasure, his expression was closer to hesitance. "I can't explain clearly to someone with no experience." "..." "Just die and you will understand. The incompetence, the bad side and the ugliness of yourself. Die a hundred times and you will understand a hundred times. They can't go on because it is too hard to face them." William looked very young when he bit his lips. Shiroe saw a young guild master who was disappointed in losing a place for him to prove himself. Although something Shiroe should understand was right there, the time for Shiroe to think about it was up. With an explosive sound, a familiar man approached Shiroe with a menacing expression. 2 On the other hand, Naotsugu and ReGan were wandering around Susukino. It was December. Susukino in the depths of winter was covered in silvery white. Two men were walking along the wide streets of Susukino. There were plenty of restaurants in the direction they were heading. They were going the other way from Shiroe, hoping to find members for their raid. In Elder Tales, information like name, class and level could be seen easily. Shiroe and Naotsugu felt that the lowest level limit for this adventure was 90. Other information like guild, equipment, attitude and the way they spoke all played a part in their search. Shiroe said that gathering individuals for the raid is hard, but the members of the Tea Party were individuals anyway. Naotsugu thought that the most important thing was their instinctive feel, so he split up with Shiroe and wandered around. "Looking for members?" "Yeah." Naotsugu answered the hunchback scholar walking beside him. "I don't think we can gather 20 in an instant, but I was hoping for at least one for a start." "Is it that easy to gather warriors for raids?" "When things go smoothly, it is." Naotsugu answered halfheartedly as he surveyed the streets. Compared to his first visit, the place was much more peaceful. The Susukino where Adventurers looked at each other with suspicion was no more. Silver Sword had improved this place dramatically. That's the news he heard from Shiroe. This guild which left Akiba in search of raid quests came to this city in the north and was very influential. Silver Sword brought salvation to the violent anarchy of Susukino. Although it was not part of the Round Table Council, it was still a strong guild that was chosen as one of the twelve founding guilds. The members were different from the haughty people who ruled Susukino city. Even if their levels were the same at 90, Silver Sword was a guild that was trained through the fires of raiding. A single top tier battle guild managed to improve the situation in Susukino, that's what Naotsugu heard from Shiroe. A People of the Land elderly woman wearing a fur coat and a round Russian hat was walking slowly with a large bag in her hands and traveling with a child. She was probably carrying food inside. She had a peaceful expression and the kids seemed happy, meaning the state of the city was not too bad. She was rushing because it was too cold outside. From the look of this street, the snow had been shoveled to the side, piling up 15cm high. It was still freezing outside, but it matched the scenery well; Naotsugu thought the place looked great. Shiny icicles formed under the roofs of buildings, and the city looked like a work of art decorated by crystals. Passing through the residential area of the People of the Land, the roads widened. The artery that linked to the heart of Susukino. Although the abandoned buildings still looked like a frozen fortress to Naotsugu, he was used to this view compared to his trip down in May. This was the structure of this country of snow, serving the dual purpose of intimidation and practical insulation from the cold. "Have you been to Susukino before, old man?" "A few times." "You will have to hold down the fort without us though." "I was prepared for that. It would be troublesome to escort me while exploring the secrets of the depths." ReGan replied with a hint of regret. In a raid zone, the strength of the monsters required 5 to 6 Adventurers to defeat. With Naotsugu and Shiroe being above the requisite level, it was possible to fight with ReGan in tow to explore the depths of Palm. But for a raid that required 24 Adventurers, the fight would be very intensive. After discussing with ReGan, it would be best for him to stay in Susukino while they went for the raid. "It is a pity." "Of course. We are talking about the secrets of the Kunie. The truth we can undercover there is worth more than gold." "We will bring back whatever information we can." Naotsugu promised ReGan. "No, please don't mind me. This is the duty of the Sage of Mirror Lake. There are lots of mysterious items in this city as well, a place the Adventurers are developing. While Sir Naotsugu is adventuring, I will research in Susukino in my own way. Just the thought of experiencing new things in the north makes me excited." ReGan giggled and looked around the streets as he said this. What a strong sense of curiosity. Although ReGan used honorifics when speaking, Naotsugu saw him as a man of the same generation. Naotsugu thought that ReGan looked like a graduate student from a science department who lived in the lab. The outgoing Naotsugu saw him as an interesting fellow he could talk to without reservation. And ReGan had hit it off with Shiroe as well. "Well, you are right. There are lots of sights to see in Susukino too." "Correct. I will use this chance to investigate the intercity transport gate."
Clerics were front line healing characters. Equipped with heavy armor, they occupied the heavy responsibility of healing the main tank. That's why out of the 3 types of healers, Clerics were the only ones that could equip heavy armor. In fact, out of the 12 classes, together with Guardians like Naotsugu and Samurai like Soujirou, Clerics were one of the 3 classes that could equip heavy armor. With their ability to equip shields, their defense was second only to Guardians. Clerics were dependent on equipment, responsible for holding up the health of the defense line. The defense line had to withstand the brunt of the enemies' attacks. They were not limited to the blows from swords or axes, but also included area attacks such as dragon's breath. Although the attacks were directed at the defense line, the Clerics would also suffer damage if they were in range. Clerics could use powerful healing spells in close range, but the front line was still a scary place. The Clerics who faced the risks fearlessly were also known in Elder Tales as the toughest defense. Observing Tetora again, she was armored lightly. Tetora might be wearing casual wear for traveling in the city, so he couldn't judge from this alone. If Shiroe were here, he might be able to tell whether the girl was wearing the best set up of equipment for her build, but these were all meaningless gimmicks to Naotsugu. Naotsugu was inconclusive about that. Her level was excellent, but Naotsugu was scouting for an excellent healer that could fight in raids. But on a separate note, Naotsugu was hesitant about pushing a girl onto a dangerous battlefield.
"Let's take this outside Shiroe!"
Demiqas' iron fist smashed onto the table. Naotsugu was right. It was hard for him to be wrong though, since it was unrealistic for Demiqas to forget what happened 6 months ago and let it go with the wind. "What do you want to do outside?" Shiroe knew what was coming, but he asked anyway. Although he knew what Demiqas wanted, Shiroe couldn't skip the necessary steps. Going back and forth with taunts and bickering. This was the karma Shiroe wrought, there was no escaping this. But he was soliciting for raid members right now, so Shiroe had to avoid showing his weak side to William. "Do you prefer hamburgers or chicken cutlet?" "Tofu." "Tender and soft, just the way I like it. I will tenderize you until you are half dead, so get out there!" "Shut up, Demi." William cut him off curtly. "This man is my guest." "Like I give a shit! William, this is my..." "You lost, right?" "Eh!" "You lost. Just walk away." "But..." "I will kick your ass again, Demiqas." William warned Demiqas in an icy tone. Shiroe adjusted his glasses and thought. He understood the situation in Susukino from the information he had gathered. Half a year ago, chaos continued to reign after Shiroe left Susukino. After forming the Round Table Council, several expeditions were sent to Susukino to evacuate anyone who wanted to leave. After Silver Sword migrated to the north, there was still bloodlust in the air, but it was relatively stable for a player city in the border areas. In this city ruled by several battle guilds, a high ranking guild within the server like Silver Sword brought stability to the region. William's gang was ranked 3rd behind Black Sword Knights and D.D.D. Although they did not actively patrol the streets, they did not tolerate Adventurers that disturbed the peace. From their perspective, Adventurers who bullied the powerless People of the Land were despicable weaklings. They would not allow such people to throw their weight around in Elder Tales. An example of such reports was right before Shiroe's eyes. There were 6 ears sticking out from behind the kitchen counter. The werecat People of the Land revealing just their eyes were observing the situation. They seemed to think this was troublesome, but there was no fear in their eyes. Silver Sword earned the trust of the People of the Land in Susukino. When Elder Tales was just a game, Susukino was set to be the frontline city in the fight against Titans, a pioneer city built from the wilderness. This setting might have positive implications, too. Instead of Brigandia which ruled the city with an iron fist, Silver Sword playing the role of the guardians of the city with no ulterior intentions was a much better upgrade. Demiqas ground his teeth at William's threat and glared at Shiroe.
"Like I said, Brigandia has lost half its members. Mah, it can't be helped. They were defeated by a werecat swordsman who is not even in a guild. It's obvious that no one would want to stay. And the poopy Londark was headhunted by people from Kansai." "Hey, idol wannabe. Is it okay for you to say poop?" "Don't say poop, your popularity will plummet." "Hah! I, I didn't say that okay? Idols don't say things like poop. That would tarnish my image." "So you are going for the comedy route." "I am a traditional beauty galaxy idol. Even the Voyager will rush into space without wearing shoes for me!" "Just like a grade schooler. So what about Demiqas?" "I am not a grade schooler! Demiqas is like the little brother of Silver Sword, or rather the whole guild is falling into that role. Anyway, peace came to Susukino. Really, I am not a grade schooler, okay? We have Demidemi's wife to thank for that. Before I forget, I am not a grade schooler from this point onwards alright." The loud obnoxious voice traveled to the tense table where Shiroe, William, and Demiqas were. They seemed to be heading this way as the sound was getting louder. They were talking without sparing a thought for others. "Really!? Wife!? What the hell!!" "Marriage huh. How wonderful." "Although he still denies the marriage stubbornly, my sources from the People of the Land network tell me he cleans the sheets daily and provides 3 meals a day. It makes the other guild members jealous, saying that his aristocratic People of the Land bride has Demidemi under her thumb." "Eh..." "The People of the Land he kidnapped to be a servant is being treated so delicately. Like the opening to a hentai game. Ah, Mr Naotsugu. Want to serve me? Hehehe. It can be arranged, I am an idol after all." "Enough, get down you fake idol!" Shiroe heard the cute voice giggling while uttering uncute contents. There were 2 male voices accompanying this approaching trouble, and they sounded so familiar.
"A flying kick?" "Where are you putting your hands at a time like this? Don't put your weight on me!" "Damn you Tetora, running your mouth off!" Their conversation was going nowhere as the scene descended into chaos. Seemed like the Cleric hanging on to Naotsugu's neck was Tetora. A rather cute name. Shiroe understood when he read her level and guild. Naotsugu was probably recruiting members. With a couple more people, together with himself and Naotsugu, they should barely be able to form a Full Raid. As Shiroe breathed a sigh of relief, William laughed and announced. "Great, with the healer and Demiqas, we will have the numbers. You have so much energy, save that kick for the actual raid, Haha." Shiroe's sense of relief disappeared when he heard the mocking laughter. The raid beyond the depths of Palm. Shiroe felt all sorts of worries piling up no matter where he went. 4 The preparations proceeded smoothly. Adventurers kept most of their belongings in their rooms, their guild house, the bank, in a warehouse, or brought it along in their bags. Veteran Adventurers owned several weight reduction containers known as magic bags. Bringing along perishables and equipment needed for adventuring was common knowledge. It was even more so for big battle guilds specializing in raids like Silver Sword. The elite members spent every day battling. They were ready before evening after William gave the word. The world of Elder Tales after the Catastrophe moved twelve times slower than before. With the Fairy Rings rendered useless, the amount of time required to traverse great distances was depressingly long. You had to go through the straits of Lightport in order to reach the depths of Palm. Although Shiroe, Naotsugu, and ReGan flew past the straits on Griffons, it was not feasible for a group of 24 to travel that way.
There was only one way if they traveled by land. That was through the tunnel under the straits of Lightport. As expected, this tunnel also doubled as a dungeon in the world of Elder Tales, but was no threat to the Full Raid group with an average level of 93. This dungeon could be traversed alone for Adventurers above level 40 anyway. The raid group led by William advanced into the dungeon underneath the straits.
Shiroe understood that the reason why William chose to travel by land lay here. He wanted to understand the nature and strength of the new members as reference for the team roster when the time came. (But, I don't think you can use this as reference.) Shiroe was assigned as the leader of the 2nd party. The members were Enchanter Shiroe. Guardian Naotsugu. Cleric Tetora. Druid Vuorinen. Swashbuckler Federico. Monk Demiqas.
Tetora somehow angered Naotsugu and fled, with Naotsugu chasing behind. Shiroe didn't feel the need to stop them. They could take on any monsters in this dungeon easily, and Demiqas was wiping out all the enemies nearby anyway. Shiroe still waved and shouted 'Be careful okay' anyway. A hand patted his back and said to him 'You are really taking it easy.' William was fully equipped with a giant bow on his back. He looked straight ahead with his sharp expression and walked to Shiroe's side. "Instead of taking it easy, I feel that I am enjoying myself." Shiroe replied. William seemed to laugh bitterly upon hearing this response. Shiroe only learned in these few days that William's sharp and guarded expression was his default face; he was not actually unhappy about anything. He did not show his thoughts through his face and his mocking smile didn't really mean anything. This was the norm for William. A good commander needed to grasp the direction and character of his members. This would maximize the effectiveness of command and execution. On the other hand, the members would also learn the perks of the commander over time. Just following orders blindly was meaningless. Only when you understood the intent and purpose would you be able to react in time to achieve the team's goal. Appointed as the leader of the 2nd party, Shiroe tried spending more time understanding William. From the unhappy expression William wore all the time, Shiroe could imagine the guild issues William worried about all the time. But this was to be expected. Without this level of ability, it would be impossible to lead a guild like Silver Sword to the top of the battle guild rankings. "But he's not." The meaning behind these vague words could be understood by following William's gaze and looking at the bulky figure destroying monsters. Indeed, Demiqas was straying away from the 2nd party's formation. "He is an unstable factor." Shiroe said apologetically with a hint of guilt. But William simply smiled and nodded. William used his left hand to stroke his chin and looked into the distance with a bitter smile. "But he also needs this chance. Whether he will fight on or give up, we will know when the raid begins. Demi understands too. If he doesn't, then this will be his limit." William seemed to be hinting at all sorts of things with cryptic words, but Shiroe didn't understand it at this point in time. 5 Three weeks later, the group was still raiding on. The 1 month target they set was shattered easily, the way ahead seemed to be getting more unpredictable. They only took down 2 raid bosses after 3 weeks, and only had a vague idea of the whole raid zone. The atmosphere of the group was growing increasingly fatigued and serious.
Demiqas used his specialty of dashing while punching to charge at the yellow slime creature. Lightning Fist. He leaned forward and struck with all his might, piercing the slime monster easily. But Vuorinen sighed, knowing it wouldn't work. The Orcus Jelly splattered slime in all directions. A pungent smell from the pieces filled the air as they started to dissolve. The attacking Demiqas was also covered in white smoke and was smoldering. Orcus Jelly used its acidic body to attack enemies and would also damage anybody who came into contact with it. The 5 meter large slime ball didn't seem to be hurt. "I told you so!" Vuorinen rushed in Demiqas' direction. The muscle head warrior's strike had put him out of the 20 meter range of healing spells. Although he cast Heartbeat Healing on him, the recovery amount wouldn't be enough. If Vuorinen didn't cast Instant Cures and Minor Heals, Demiqas would fall again. Vuorinen felt frustrated with Demiqas who had disrupted the formation again. The dull thud from the sewage pipe on either side of them signaled the arrival of more Orcus Jellies. A chaotic fight. The raiding group of 24 was led by Vuorinen's guild master William, made up of 4 parties. But only the 1st and 2nd parties had acceptable levels of defense. The 1st party specialized in defense and was tanking the bulk of the Orcus Jellies from the front. The 3rd and 4th parties were in charge of dishing out firepower to destroy the enemy. Their offense was heightened to kill their foes, but their defense was lacking. They were to dispose of the monsters the 1st party was pulling. The 2nd party Vuorinen was assigned to have the task of guerrilla missions. They had to intercept the monsters that got past the 1st party. When the enemies launched surprise attacks against the weakly armored 3rd or 4th party, the 2nd party would need to protect them. The 1st party was in the spotlight as they held off the biggest enemies and attracted their hate, the 2nd party on the other hand needed quick reactions to danger and was very important from a tactical standpoint. All of the members needed to know what the task at hand was in order to coordinate efficiently.
Contrary to expectations, the trio was not discouraged at all.
Even the elites of Silver Sword were feeling the heat. Compared to normal Adventurers, this trio was full of life and vigor. This didn't seem to be the effect of skills and equipment, but rather because of their nature.
"I'm going to do it okay. Anytime now. Don't fall for me, alright?"
"Enough, just get on with it!"
"Fufu. Here I come. In response to everyone's request... listen to my song! 'Aurora Heal'!"
Colorful lights from the entire spectrum of the rainbow shone bright, healing the wounds of all allies in range slowly. The area attack of the Orcus Jellies did not only target the members holding down the defense line. Melee attackers using swords and axes would also take damage. A member of the 2nd party, Federico, was already at half health. It was the duty of Vuorinen to heal him when he had the time to spare. But with the monsters' fierce attack at hand, Vuorinen had to give the priority to the tanks.
In order to cover for Vuorinen who rushed out to support Demiqas, Tetora was using a big spell with long casting time to mass heal.
"I did it! I am so smart and cute, so perfect!"
"That's the truth, although your attitude disgusts me, I am grateful for the fix! Take this!"
"Focus your attacks! Keep your melee area attacks down!"
Shiroe cast support spells for Tetora. At the same time, Federico, whose wounds were on the mend, returned to the front lines.
While listening to the cheerful voice behind him, Vuorinen cast consecutive healing spells at Demiqas.
Orcus Jellies seemed like nothing but trouble for melee fighters and tanks. Acidic slime would spurt out when they were attacked from close range, an effective counterattack. The acidic smog caused area damage and debuffs, another headache. Dealing with one was bad, facing 4 or 5 at once was even more of a pain.
"Come back, Demiqas!"
"To be held back by these small fries...!"
Demiqas roared as he retreated with Phantom Step. His hands were smoking from the acid. The wear and tear on his weapons seemed rather serious.
"Damn it, heal me!"
"Don't need to shout, I can hear you."
Vuorinen started to chant. Demiqas was on the verge of dying, and would fall if this kept up. Demiqas returned because he understood the risk, but his attitude was bad.
Demiqas seemed unhappy with Vuorinen's response and glared at him. His eyes seemed to be saying, 'If you know, then hurry up!'
Vuorinen sighed.
Demiqas was troublesome.
As a fellow party member, Vuorinen wished Demiqas would tone it down.
If he kept up his solitary strikes, his heal work would be compromised. Attacking without considering the casting range would cause the formation to crumble.
Demiqas had racked up several deaths. In a raid group with dozens of Adventurers, there were sure to be members with a healing class, so they could be revived with no issues. For Adventurers in raiding guilds like Vuorinen, death was just equivalent to fainting, but it also meant they would not be able to move when they went down. The overall performance of the group would drop with death.
No matter how dumb he might be, he had learned to avoid dying. But even if he retreated just before he fell, it was still unacceptable in terms of efficiency. When Demiqas was recovering, the 1st party had to cover for him.
Demiqas' reckless charge was reinforced by the kindness of the people around him. The support stopping would lead to the whole group falling into ruins.
(But...)
Vuorinen thought as he cast Healing Wind and Heartbeat Healing, rushing back to the front lines alongside Demiqas.
But even so, it was only fair to say that Demiqas was a good player.
They had spent 3 weeks exploring the depths of the underground dungeon. There had been many brutal battles in this period. Although they had never been wiped out completely, all the participating members had been killed more than 10 times.
In normal circumstances, people would want to vent their anger at their surroundings when faced with such pressure. For Shiroe and his group from Log Horizon to maintain their optimism was abnormal.
Vuorinen thought he was an elite in raids.
Led by the famous William, Vuorinen felt like a veteran who had been through hell.
Not only Vuorinen, all other members of Silver Sword were confident that they were the strongest guild in the server and they were proud of it.
But the guild specializing in raids and striving to be the strongest had its share of troubles. The core group has fallen to about 80 percent after the Catastrophe, and about 40 members were left. There were some who had quit raiding even though they still retained guild membership.
That was because raid battles in a zone that matched the level of the Adventurers were brutal.
The top guild D.D.D playing around in the Citadel of Seven Falls of about level 50 was evidence of this.
In the eyes of Vuorinen and the others, it was a joke. A bunch of level 90s running around a level 50 zone? Instead of being a major battle guild, it was more like a major fun and games guild.
But he could not dismiss Demiqas because of this pride. This dim witted, burly Monk was unable to understand the meaning of cooperation. He was unwilling to listen to others and gave them a ton of trouble. His attitude was poor, lacking all the essential elements for fighting raids.
But Demiqas was no coward.
Even D.D.D was hesitant when fighting level 90 end game content. But this martial artist did not slow down when facing the torrent of violence and death. He did not shy away from contact with monsters, and his eyes were unwavering.
Vuorinen knew that Demiqas' jealousy for Shiroe and Silver Sword were part of the reason. But fear was not something you can overcome with jealousy. There was no way Demiqas could handle the slime ball monsters more than twice his height by throwing tantrums.
Vuorinen had no answers, and could only add protective barriers on Demiqas and himself.
The situation was dire.
The exploration was not progressing well. Even Silver Sword was losing self-restraint and was on the verge of exploding. The most brutal battles in the whole server were probably here. They couldn't just let the vagrant continue to run amok. Vuorinen continued to commit to his duty as a healer to keep his party healthy as he rushed around the battlefield.
6
William, who held the trust of Silver Sword, was suffering.
After finishing the battle for the day, in the elaborate temporary base camp, William tossed out the papers documenting the results of the exploration. He stretched his back so far out that he almost toppled the canvas chair he was sitting on.
"It's not going well."
"Right."
Sitting beside him was Log Horizon's Shiroe.