[00 Months: 09 Days: 12 Hours]
The cool evening air of my room was quiet and still, as was my mind.
Lying on the bed, I found myself tracing the patterns in the wooden beams overhead, my thoughts wandering back to the events of the past few days.
It had been three days since our mission to recapture the Lyma Family Delegate. Three days, and still no word from Benard.
"Haa… for real?"
I had my new Adventurer Badge, the metal cool and weighty against my skin, a symbol of my entry into the ranks of Adventurers. But this couldn't count as a reward in the slightest.
'What about the prospects I had calculated when I decided to accept the mission? Is there really nothing more in it for me?'
If there was, why was it taking so long for them to get back to me?
The delegate... she had been unconscious when we found her, her face ashen and streaked with tears.
From what Benard and Fey had told me, she was going to need a lot of rest before she was ready to face anyone or do anything.
