An ambush

"Yeah, after that fucking show, we have no fucking chance of getting a nice cheap accommodation ever again. Fuck..."

Lairs sighed dispirited, looking through the window at the changing view.

"Graough. (Bold words for someone who was crying in panic half of the time in that inn.)"

"Ha ha! Ha ha!"

Zombie grumbled under his breath and made Cranberry burst into laughter.

"Haa... sorry for that."

Cranberry raised her hand and apologized.

"It's just that Zombie completely missed that Lairs is remorseful."

She explained to the rest of the group in the carriage, including the now conscious prince Roan, and leaned comfortably on the blue undead's shoulder.

"I really did miss a lot, huh..."

Roan sighed, rubbing the bump on his head with a pitiful expression.

"Seriously, your bad luck is ridiculous, I half expect you to spontaneously combust at any given moment! What was your DEF and MDF defense again?"