I had fought on the front lines all my life.
I had reliable companions to whom I could entrust my back on, and could only focus on killing my enemies.
Is that why? The feeling of fighting while protecting something was unfamiliar to me.
Now me and my party are surrounded by big blue wolves.
If I was the only one here, it wouldn't have been least of my problems.
As always, I just had have to hunt monsters.
But now I am not alone.
Behind me is Xenia and Chris, who is treating his injured leg. The moment I move onto one side to kill a wolf, the other wolves will attack both of them.
So I had to stand still and contain the wolves until Chris's treatment was over.
'Kurba, what was that man thinking?'
It's quite common for humans to be devoured by fear and to take crazy actions.
I've seen it a lot too.
But Kurba is a grade A adventurer.
He must have gone through the risks of facing death several times…
'Had he never been through it?'
