"Armin!" The slaves shrieked at the loud call, and they all switched their glacial gaze to the Prince that was totally embarrassed. Even the slave master looked at him weirdly. "I'm sorry, none of them are appealing enough." He said before turning away.
"I give up" Maybe she'd got on a caravan as a Beastman, or so he thought. She said she didn't need him, and he recalled her advanced survival skills. Things might turnout her way after all. Maybe he was just overreacting for no reason at all.
He left to find some other way to train himself.
He rode the camel for three weeks before he saw the end of the terrain, and a whole stream waiting for him at the other side. Now and then Artemis entered his thoughts, sometimes she didn't. He'd acknowledged that she was gone and there was no compelling reason to worry over her anymore.
