Having said that, his gaze shifted to the area behind the camp, shrouded by the darkness of night.
The slaves, sensing something amiss, began to cry out. "No, you have to protect us!"
"Exactly! We can't possibly get out of here like this!"
"Hurry, or those people will be back soon!"
"What are you afraid of?" Lance retorted irritably. "There are no heretics here. Just follow this direction, and you'll be able to get out and return to the city."
But his words didn't satisfy them; instead, they kept urging him.
"You've already saved us! How can you leave us here?"
"That's right! Monsters will appear here! They'll kill me!"
The clamor continued.
Lance couldn't help but laugh internally when he heard these people trying to guilt-trip him.
They were obsequious to the heretics, not daring to resist in the slightest, yet they had so many demands for him and the others who had rescued them.
Such an attitude... wasn't it laughable?
