A week had passed since Evan completed his preparations and set out.
Watching him leave, Megumin, who had grown quietly accustomed to his presence, found herself unsure whether to feel relieved that he'd be gone for a while, or troubled by the thought of how much her earnings would drop without a lunatic like him staging daily massacres in the surrounding forest.
"Try not to get yourself killed out there."
She paused.
"Who else is going to fund my future villa if you die?"
Those were her parting words.
Evan, already accustomed to her grumpy personality, wasted no time leaving before she decided it would be more profitable to chain him up in a basement and force him to work for her forever.
The journey was long. Longer than the trip from BranLeaf to the capital, significantly so. In fact, if he combined the distance from Lirath to Branleaf and then from Branleaf to the capital, it would only cover half the distance he now had to travel.
