The War Begins

We don't get inside the town gates. How far can we go if we run? I can't even move my finger. I have no function other than being a burden.

"Leo, I want to give you one last chance. After all, we are old party buddies!"

The Oriental Cunning had taken over the show, lecturing on laxity as opposed to their earlier shy and quiet ways. So his calm and mysterious posture was a way of hiding his stupidity, not his miracle.

"Leave the dead with you and join us. I'm sure with these skills, you'll find a place in the Black Wrist troop!"

Did he say Black Wrist troop? It is not unfair either. More than a hundred parties gathered. I don't know what we can do. I can only say what's on my mind.

"Leo, this is a matter between us and the Black Wrist party. Do as they say and survive until you enter the town!"

I spoke with all sincerity, and a burst of staccato laughter was the answer. Leo was suppressing the choking urge to laugh. I can't understand what's going on.