“So that’s how it turned out.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. This is why they say when there are too many sailors, the ship goes up a mountain.”
Patrick clicked his tongue as he heard what had happened at the professors’ meeting.
“My apologies. I wanted to send you as the representative somehow, but at this rate, it might be difficult.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then there’s nothing to be done about it.”
As Patrick responded so breezily, Professor Leit spoke with a surprised tone.
“Are you saying you’ll give up?”
“Give up? I heard that’s a word used in a faraway eastern country when counting cabbages.”
“Isn’t our country the one at the very eastern end of the continent?”
“Ah, right, it is, isn’t it? Just forget it.”
“...”
“Anyway, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it myself.”
“Take care of it yourself? What do you mean, how will you do it?”
“Ahem, why are you so nosy about every little thing? I said I’ll handle it ‘on my own’ and ‘well,’ didn’t I?”
Professor Leit had a very bad feeling. He now knew Patrick well enough. Could he really let this punk ‘do it well’?
A group of several dozen people, clad in armor, armed with shields and swords, and all mounted on horseback, arrived before the outer walls of White Town.
“Ahhh… we’re finally here.”
“It’s been a year.”
“It was long. Hard and long.”
“You can say that again.”