Bab 100: Chapter 98: What Lies Below

Hyden was lost.

He couldn't believe it himself. There was no reason to believe it. There was no form to believe it either. Even though he was an apostle chosen by the goddess of fate Fortuna herself, even though that naturally meant that he was loved by spirits and still had a great degree of control and training on it.

Even though.

He was lost.

"So… shouldn't we be there already?"

"Marcus, what if he's lost and is not admitting it?"

"Puuun puuuuuun!"

"Haha! Nice one bagpipe."

And the three clowns with him didn't help in the slightest. What was that bagpipe guy even saying? Hyden was pissed. Half at himself and half at the clowns that were around him.

To be fair to poor Hyden, even the best of all monks would not be able to stand the words of the bastards that kept following him.