Travelling from the edge of Mystic Meadows all the way back to the wilderness between U.N.U. and Lycantopia was going to take too long. Zero was currently in a hurry to get Pocky back so that the Sea Hand brothers could start working on the sinking ship.
"Must I really agree to this oath?" Pocky asked nervously. He stared at the hunting knife in his hand and back to the magic scroll.
As a shipwright, he didn't study magic. To place his life in the hands of strangers who saved him was a huge risk. If Zero wasn't the Chosen One, Pocky would never agree to it.
