By the time the former love interests arrived at the secret hideout I and Lucretia had been staying in, a few days had passed.
They said there had been a bit of a delay because they decided to gather some information around the city first, and the result was simple.
"―I'll be frank. The situation is rather grim."
Saying that, Joádin plopped down on one of the room's seats as if exhausted. The others followed suit, taking their seats wherever was free, appearing equally drained.
It was my first time seeing the Saint and the red-head since I had last been in Drakon-Rasa, but there wasn't the luxury for me to greet them and catch up leisurely, and I also didn't really want to, so after making do with a simple nod to the both of them, I returned my attention to the conversation.
"They're all after me, right?"
I asked that, but I wasn't really fishing for any particular answer. The question itself was sort of rhetorical, because after all, we all already knew what the answer was.
