Wildness and Masks-Chapter 93 – Set off

"I am a disciple of the Paladin," Ogre said as he walked.

This was also a roundabout way of answering the question.

"You really are..."

Macal stopped mid-sentence and said no more.

In fact, during sword practice before, he had already noticed some 'abnormalities' about Ogre.

It was just that, limited by appearances and internal impressions, he had overlooked his behavior.

"There's nothing strange about it," Ogre's voice came from beneath the mask.

After being restricted by Fra, Ogre hadn't been too concerned about disguising himself.

After all, he would have to leave in a few days at most.

He just didn't expect it to happen so suddenly.

"Maybe I should have realized sooner... Aunt Mima was right, the prettier the woman, the more she lies."

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Macal didn't blame Ogre, mainly because Ogre hadn't actually caused him any harm.

He even helped him connect with Eve.

Moreover, during the past two days when Ogre was at home, he could feel that Aunt Mima and Maggie were noticeably more cheerful.

"At least my Silver Badge is real, and besides, in daily life, isn't everyone pretending to be themselves?" Ogre said, quickening his pace again.

After all, he wasn't a woman...

Ogre was now pondering the meaning of Fra's previous words—why be cautious of blue-eyed creatures.

'Blue eyes... does it mean to be wary of those forcibly contracted creatures?'

As far as Ogre knew, besides those naturally born with blue eyes, usually only some demon beasts forcibly infused with mana by mages would have blue eyes.

Blue eyes were the color of mana overflow.

But... wasn't this manipulation technique phased out over a decade ago—this forced control consumed a lot of mana.

So, mages had long since gradually adopted new magic rune contracts, only using this temporary puppet technique when unprepared.

"You're right."

Macal still couldn't connect this state of Geling with her previous delicate and naive appearance.

The logic in her words was too clear.

Macal only felt this kind of clarity in the leaders of certain adventurer groups.

"Mr. Carl? Where are you rushing off to?"

In the midst of their back-and-forth conversation, Macal and Ogre reached the village entrance, coincidentally running into an old acquaintance.

"Kakafil!" Macal stopped and looked at the horned horse under him.

Just when he was worried about transportation, here it was delivered to him.

"Can I borrow your horse?"

Macal immediately asked, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Of course."

Kakafil had completed this cargo transport, so his attitude was naturally not as stubborn as before.

He also guessed that Macal might have something urgent.

So he was happy to do a favor and immediately dismounted.

"The situation is urgent, I can only thank you—Geling, get on the horse!"

Macal mounted the horse without hesitation and extended his hand to Ogre.

"Glad to help... Is this the same Miss Geling from before?" Kakafil looked at Ogre, who was preparing to mount.

This girl, always hiding her true face, gave him a mysterious feeling similar to Gorler—so he remembered her well.

After all, even now, Ogre was still wearing a mask.

"Wait, Macal." Ogre stopped Macal after mounting, then turned to Kakafil and asked, "Did you encounter anything when you returned via the road near Rock Town?"

Ogre's question successfully brought Macal to a halt.

Macal realized that the girl behind him seemed to have a sharper mind than his...

He had completely forgotten to ask this earlier.

Upon meeting Kakafil, he only thought about how to leave quickly.

"Hmm? Oh, I took another route back, but just before reaching the village, I did encounter some bandits..." Kakafil scratched his head and replied.

"Bandits?" Ogre instinctively repeated.

Bandits near the village?

Weren't these guys usually active on the paths?

However, it's not a big deal...

"Yes, that's all, everything went smoothly, otherwise you wouldn't see me here," Kakafil laughed.

It was all thanks to Gorler that things went so smoothly; he hadn't expected a knight he casually recruited to be so formidable.

"Alright, understood, farewell, Mr. Kakafil." Ogre turned his head, signaling Macal to set off.

The speed of a horned horse pulling a cart wasn't very fast.

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But with the cargo removed, the horse should be faster.

Mainly, it would save a lot of energy along the way.

"Farewell," Kakafil smiled.

Then he suddenly felt something was off...

"Wait, I remember Miss Geling had a throat problem... so who was that just speaking to me?"

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"It seems the situation isn't too severe," Macal sighed with slight relief.

The disaster hadn't spread... which meant Priest Fra was probably just trapped.

"Yeah," Ogre replied.

He felt the situation was serious... if Fra had gone alone, it would be fine.

But if... if he had notified headquarters and called for help?

Even if only one person came as support.

That would still be two seasoned Professionals, both from the Church of Dawn.

In the Professional Association, that was a significant setup.

Two silver-level adventurers could handle most commissions.

It's worth noting that in a typical knight family, only a viscount might be knighted as a silver-level knight.

A baron wouldn't have that hope.

And within a noble knight family, only one person often inherited the viscount title.

"However, we can't be complacent," Macal said.

Ogre: "Yeah."

The sound of the galloping horned horse caught the attention of a knight outside the village.

This knight leaned against a tree shedding leaves, gazing into the distance, lost in thought.

It wasn't until Ogre's horned horse dashed out of the village entrance that he took notice.

"That's... Kakafil's horse." The knight's gaze followed the horse's movement.

Until it completely disappeared from sight.

"Another masked, elusive guy?" The knight also noticed Ogre on the horse.

Besides Kakafil's horse.

That mask was another reason that drew his attention.

He hadn't forgotten that he had an enemy wearing a patterned mask...

Unfortunately, according to the information he gathered.

That guy, after killing a noble's son, had fled without a trace.

But, fortunately, he had gotten that guy's name.

"Ogre... that's the name, right? Even the name sounds like an ogre's roar..." the knight muttered to himself.

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