But...
With such a sound, the speedily advancing troop's footsteps came to a halt.
Though they quickly resumed normal pace, on the way back, there was no sound at all.
The silence was unnerving.
At least, Griffin felt unnerved, and he even felt a sense of hollowness inside.
Jason was surely going to die.
Edward was surely going to die.
Little Bansey was surely going to die.
I'm still alive, isn't that good enough?
We were just acquaintances met by chance, with a bit of camaraderie forced by circumstances, at most after their deaths, I would live on carrying their wishes.
Jason, no need to say, definitely wanted to eat more delicacies.
Edward?
emmmm, probably wanted a girlfriend... right?
Little Bansey?
He always wanted to stock up a few heavy artillery guns, that would be achievable with a bit of effort and more money.
In the days to come, I would feast on delicious food, date various girlfriends, accumulate all sorts of heavy firepower, wouldn't that be a good life?
