Enduring silently
The duo walked on the dark corridor in complete silence. Only the sound of their footsteps rang out, echoing with a sense of melancholy.
Without anyone noticing, Zick's eyes turned hollow. A sense of fatigue and gloominess filled his head.
It has been nearly a week since Zick started creating the team to defeat the demon lord, the meatshield.
For his well-being, Zick resolutely decided to deploy any means possible to make them join. But even with that determination, Zick was starting to feel tired.
Zick's gaze fell automatically: 'Every time I open my mouth, only cliche words leave it. I already have the urge to give up on this plan. Sigh.....'
Zick was mentally worn down to the point that discarding this plan didn't seem that bad in his eyes.
'But...I can't do that. Losing them wouldn't matter right now, but it would harm me in the long term.' Zick's eyes narrowed behind the mask.