"How long has it been?"
"About an hour…"
It was starting to get late in the night, but the people were gathered on the square.
All of them were waiting for the same thing: Deklan's return along with the good news.
But with each passing minute with no sign of the young master from across the dirt road, the people grew more and more anxious. Though none of them voiced it out, Deklan's reputation was well-known across the March of Tiernan.
So well-known that even a small hamlet like them knew.
A trash young master with no talent.
Deklan might be strong enough against them, but against Ghosts with a body strengthened with mana? It would be a stretch—even for someone trained like him. But even so, hope overpowered doubt at this moment.
Among them was Marsha.
Unlike the others who were hoping for the good news, all she was hoping for was Deklan's safety.
She didn't care if the infestation was handled or not as long as he's safe.
