The people looked at the horde of Magical Beasts in despair. At this time when they needed their leaders, they were left behind instead. None of them were surprised though. They thought it was merely right as they had said the same thing earlier.
"Those pricks! Where is the camaraderie they talked about earlier?!"
However, they still couldn't accept it. They wished to be helped and rescued in this situation.
"In the end... Aren't you afraid too, just like us?"
Tears spilled down Bradley's eyes. He had known Jester the longest among the surviving party members. He couldn't quite believe his judgement had been wrong. He laughed humorlessly.
"Huuh..." He sighed and looked at the approaching horde. "Move your butts, I will bait these guys to chase for me instead," said Bradley without turning his back.
"Bradley! You.. you can't possibly..."
"W-why don't we think of another... way?"
"Are you.. going to die... in vain?"
