Adel was slightly skeptical. No, he was highly skeptical.
A mixture of curiosity and worry flooded his mind.
Why did Lucas rush everything so much?
As if he already had a concrete goal, and was chasing it desperately, even though it had only been days after they arrived here?
Like.. he was already originally a part of this world in the first place- not needing any time to get adjusted and having all the knowledge he needed in hand?
"..This is the second time someone warned me about ditching the group.. Really, why are they all like this? Isn't it better to stick with teammates in this kind of situation?"
"In such a foreign environment, how can they be so.. calm?" Adel muttered under his breath in a low volume.
He felt a little vexed. Out of place.
For a split second, memories of the group he led causing trouble and pestering him for every single little problem crossed his mind. It caused a sense of displeasure to sprout inside his heart.