No. 4 was very conflicted.
Pink Puki hadn't hugged it for three days.
And all because of that cherished trophy of its—one severed head from a Cultist.
The group of Cultists they ran into right after leaving the Scarecrow Abyss hadn't been a coincidence.
The Continent was in turmoil; the Hand of Death was taking advantage of the chaos to cause trouble everywhere, and the buffer zones between national borders were precisely where they were most active.
Along the way, they repeatedly picked up traces of the Hand of Death. Some were just vague rumors, others were very real tragedies.
Refugees vanished for no reason; the corpses of Adventurers were found in remote caves, already gnawed beyond recognition by Demons, with traces of sacrificial rituals left beside them…
Whenever he got a whiff of a lead, Fourteen would insist on going to investigate.
Because of this, their schedule had already been delayed quite a bit.
