"Since there are resources here, I'll fight for them," Souta said with determination.
He didn't care about offending the kingdom. Of course, he wouldn't actively rob anyone but if they crossed the line, it would be their end.
"If some factions discover this place, they'll turn this land upside down. After all, there might be information from the ancient era hidden here," Saya said with a laugh.
Souta chuckled. "We can worry about that later. Right now, our priority is restoring my strength."
At the moment, all he could rely on was his physical ability. It's a mere fraction of his true power. Everything about him had been damaged, and the sensation was intensely uncomfortable. He had barely recovered enough to regain consciousness, and even his protective field remained fractured.
As for why he could communicate with the locals, the reason was simple: Saya translated the Highnun Language for him, and he replied in the Monster Language, imbuing his words with his thoughts.
