After tying Sawakita Mitsuo to her back with several layers of rope, Nagase Komi’s crouched body wavered unsteadily and her rate of breathing grew slightly more ragged.

“Why don’t I carry him instead?” Phoenix, who watched the near-bald girl exert herself, asked.

Nagase Komi shook her head. “No, it is better for me to carry teacher. I am already wounded. If we encounter those monsters, I would not be able to contribute too much in a fight. Your condition is the best among us three. Should we encounter those monsters, you will be our main combatant against those monsters. Carrying someone on your back means exerting some of your strength. As for me… … I no longer have much strength left to fight.”

Phoenix sighed and replied, “All right.”

They then departed from the place. Phoenix took the lead, searching for the way...