Next, they explored the city in search of valuables or useful information—signs of life, traces of magic, or minor curses. While Nemoria already had a heavy, depressing atmosphere capable of masking sensations born from imminent danger, it wasn't enough to hide traces of any kind of activity—at least not from adventurers of Marco's caliber.
They split up to cover as much ground as possible, but Monar followed Mitsuki to keep an eye on him.
"So? What do you think of the journey so far?" Monar asked.
Walking ahead to avoid the dark elf's gaze, Mitsuki took a moment to answer, as being alone with someone he barely knew felt uncomfortable. "It's normal. Like any other trip."
"You don't seem like someone who travels often, but at least I'm glad you don't feel overwhelmed. When a journey becomes too much for someone, it's best to turn back. Don't you feel like going back?"
"Not really. Besides, I don't have a place to return to right now. I'm fine like this."
