It was the second day of the hunt.

Gargith's eyes opened as he woke up. Dew that had an ominous black color to it had been accumulating on the surface of his armor since dawn.

The color was from the poison mixed into it.

Gargith brushed off the dew with a calm expression. When there was only a little left on the tip of his finger, he brought it up to his nose and sniffed its scent. It was faint, but it smelled a bit like rotten eggs.

He showed no hesitation in then opening his mouth wide and sticking his finger in. A poison like this, even if he drank a solid pint, wouldn’t harm this well-built body of his.

“...However, as expected of a poison. My body really doesn’t feel happy swallowing it…,” Gargith muttered to himself.

His tongue, throat, and esophagus, everything that the poison had touched, felt sore. Although Gargith had never neglected training his body, he had never been able to train his internal muscles. If he really went looking for a method to do that, it wasn’t like he wouldn’t be able to find a few, but Gargith still hadn’t found the true secret to training his ‘insides’.

“It seems that there’s no need for me to wake you up.” Dezra spoke up from her seat perched high on a tree branch. “Nothing much happened. A demonic beast did approach us, but it wasn’t dangerous enough for me to wake you or for us to have to move.”

“Hm.” Gargith grunted in acknowledgment with a nod and then began doing squats on the spot.

Instead of asking his reason for such behavior, Dezra took out some jerky from a pocket and began chewing on it.

‘He was a strange guy when we were young, and he still is even now, but… even so, it seems that my luck is unbelievably good,’ Dezra thought cheerfully.

There were only nine of them who had ventured into this wide forest. Their paths into the forest had separated into such a tangled mess that it was unlikely for any of them to meet anyone else as long as they kept going forward.

And that was exactly why Dezra felt like her luck was so good.

Yesterday, when the sun had set and the forest had started to sink into darkness, she had met Gargith while she was contemplating on whether to continue moving until dawn or find a safe place to camp.

Just going from being on their own to being together with another had made a lot of things much easier. They could relieve their tiredness by taking turns to rest, and as the number of eyes and ears had grown, navigation had also become correspondingly easier.

‘Although our evaluation may be harsher than if we had struck out on our own,’ Dezra considered for a moment.

But she had already prepared herself for this. In the first place, Dezra didn’t think that she would be able to overtake their hunting score and defeat the monsters from the main family, or Hector for that matter. She just wanted to get a moderate score, enough to make the elders in the Black Lion Castle remember the name ‘Dezra Lionheart’.

‘And I also want to join the Black Lions…,’ Dezra admitted to...