Bud understood how this mercenary was feeling as well.
That was why he looked toward the mercenary who was quietly suppressing his anger and started to speak with a heavy heart.

��We are moving again.�

The group started to walk once again while dealing with injuries and fatigue.

�Huff, huff� huff.�

They continued to wade through the bushes and trees while hearing heavy breathing around them.
An Elf who was next to him started to speak at that moment.

�There�s no need to worry about where to go. The enemies are leading us to a single spot, so I guess we just need to go where they tell us to go.�

The joking comment was full of anger and sorrow.

Even Glenn who was on Bud�s back started to laugh in self-depreciation.

�Pfft. My goodness, for us to be the prey for battue.�
��Don�t laugh you bastard. Your wound is going to burst open again.�
�Who cares if it does. Damn it.�

The upset Glenn�s words made Bud unable to say anything else.

They were the prey for battue.

Bud had long since noticed that the enemies were herding his group and Sorros�s group toward a single location.

�We are the prey.�

Bud�s gaze sparkled.

�They are hunting us.�

For some odd reason, the enemies were not killing them and were instead just guiding them to a certain location.

�Huff, huuuuuuuuu-.�

Bud took a breath and looked around.

�We are heading toward the center of the mountain.�

Was there a trap there?
Was that why they were being herded there?

��I don�t think it is a trap.�

Bud was not certain but had determined it was not the case. JrNovels.com