#77. To the Southwest

#77. To the Southwest

Late in the night, as dawn approached, the dark elf woman, freed from her restraints, moved her body this way and that, reveling in her regained freedom.

Then, perhaps suddenly remembering how bare her chest felt, she glared at me as though she wanted to kill me, but I ignored her since I was the sort who did not dwell on the past.

If you're so pissed, come at me.

‘By the way, she still hasn't woken up over there.’

Perhaps being tied to the trees was fairly comfortable, because the dark elf woman's companions were still sleeping peacefully, as though they had not a care in the world.

Even allowing for the difference in rank, wasn't the gap in ability far too great?

I found it strange, but I soon stopped caring.

My mind was already overloaded from the answer to the final question alone, leaving me no room to think about anything else.

‘...I hope it's just a delusion.’...