Kapitel 242: Marshland Madness

"I don't like this at all."

A month had passed since Sebastian started following the group of Thespians in the forest.

That could only be described as the most boring month of his life. The thespian group took care of all the fangeds around, most of the time avoiding them. 

Sebastian thanked that, because he killed them with his ballista, but everything was too… easy. 

<It's not funny at all!>

Having to keep a safe distance from the group to avoid detection had been another tedious and challenging chore. 

But luckily, everything paid off in the end, because now, right in front of him, was the magnificent and sprawling ancient city that so many people within the Venquilar had talked about, and described as a marvel.

"Good Job, Fluffy." 

The undead didn't reply, but Sebastian, despite that, heard an energetic Woof in his mind, as if the thornback howler undead was nothing more than a pup happy for its master just existing.