Aiden didn't perform well against the Deer-Head Spirit.
He was basically entangled by a group of Hate Dolly.
If it were in another world, walking with Wende would definitely feel awkward.
Because he would feel he underperformed, while Wende would think he didn't help much.
But among the hunters here...
"Another round!" *2
"Bang!"
Wende and Aiden clinked glasses, carefree and unburdened.
Skills not good enough? Practice more. Companions still entrust their faith.
Hunters generally have open minds.
Wende gulped down a whole skewer of meat and walked to Lann's side.
Standing, he was just a head taller than Lann.
"Everyone's relaxed, but why do I feel like, awoo, you're still tense?"
He said while chewing and swallowed a mouthful of herbivorous dragon meat.
"The Molten Mountain Dragon trouble is over." Lann clinked glasses with him with a sigh. "But my troubles aren't over yet. From your description... this Deer-Head Spirit has changed too much, right?"
