Incarnation (6)

The orcs, driven mad with fury, came charging toward us, shaking the ground, and I smiled instead.

“You’re smiling in this situation? Have you gone mad with fear?”

The woman with the red sword snapped disdainfully.

But I had a reason for smiling.

My previous life-or-death struggle with the dullahan had taught me two lessons.

First, getting cut hurts.

Second, the outside of the train is a hell of a place, and the safest place is inside the train.

After learning those lessons, I hadn’t simply sat around doing nothing.

I had persuaded the elf to hand over some precious herb seeds and planted them in the cultivators inside the magical train, preparing to mass-produce recovery items in real time.

Above all, I had devised a reliable means of escape for unexpected situations...