The Skeleton Soldier Failed to Defend the Dungeon

My eyes kept drifting back. I had told Rena to hold the rear and protect the others no matter what. Even if Marquis and I, or even Naneow were lost, at least those left behind would still have a future.

"Feeling guilty?" Naneow asked.

"A little."

On my shoulder hung the massive pack Rena had stuffed into my arms. She had insisted on coming with us, then reluctantly relented, piling every sort of supply inside.

I still didn't know how she had fit it all. She had rattled off a rapid-fire explanation while packing, so fast I couldn't even register what was inside. If it came from T&T headquarters, Naneow would be familiar with it anyway. That was why I hadn't bothered to store it in my inventory, so she could pull out whatever we needed on the spot.

The silver-haired founder glanced between the pack and the path behind us, smiling faintly. "Rena will manage. We're the ones to worry about."

I turned forward. "Hm…"

There were far more presences...