Hundreds of kilometers away from the devastated capital of Azil--
"Hah~ How long are we going to keep going up? This is bad for the knees." Holak stopped halfway up a mountain and started patting his back with fatigue like a mortal
"Stop babbling and keep moving. We're almost there." Warlord Julian was not convinced that the person who had stopped that attack so easily would tire of walking such a distance
"Aiy Aiy~ Do you have mercy in your heart?" Holak shook his head and continued walking, "How do you make an old man like me walk like this, and even climb a mountain? At least carry me on your shoulder."
Warlord Julian's face twisted but he did not stop or respond this time, yet he could not stop himself from sending a glance towards Holak.