As a result, I had become far more cautious over the past few days.
Any expedition that required us to travel a significant distance had been postponed.
The same applied to my own hunts.
Normally, I would've been out searching for stronger monsters and pushing my level higher whenever an opportunity presented itself.
Instead, I found myself staying closer to the settlement. Much closer.
Part of me hated it. I wanted to keep growing stronger.
The King's Games were approaching, and there was no such thing as being overprepared. But every time I considered leaving for an extended period, the same thoughts crept into my mind.
What if the clan was attacked while I was gone?
It wasn't an unreasonable fear. It had happened before.
I'd been separated from the clan through circumstances completely outside my control. Traps, abilities, and strange situations had prevented me from returning when I wanted to.
