Acting like some proud noble, I was saying things like "receiving undeserved praise" when I didn't even know if the guy who saw Hazel had praised me in his mind after seeing she was no longer a zombie.
'Welp, nothing better to think of anyway. I've already thought of what to do next once every follower is here. Ha…'
Time passed by. Because the smoke grew thicker and thicker due to the zombie magician throwing out more and more fireballs, I had no idea what was going on at Hazel's side. I could no longer see far, and could only hear. Hearing itself was difficult, due to the loud sounds of the explosions that keep occuring every now and then.
