Before long, Ackster and Wilma arrived at their destination. Wilma guided the hot air balloon to an inconspicuous patch of forest in the middle of seemingly nowhere. Ackster took a deep breath as they neared the ground.
"This…?"
Wilma looked at Ackster before sighing. No matter how much she complained, reproached, or encouraged him to take care of himself, Ackster was going to do what Ackster was going to do. And since his Pain Tolerance skill was already SS rank, it was already too late to do anything about it.
"Yeah. Tenger Continent. It's somewhere between Badhurst and Lill, but it's not too far from where you're from."
"I see. That's why it smelled familiar."
"Ackster."
"Yeah?"
Ackster turned his gaze from the forest to Wilma.
"I know you're not going to listen. But please take care of yourself. All your effort—all the effort in the world—won't be worth it if you end up dead, crippled, or mentally disabled after it all."
