After resting for a while, Harvey stood up and picked up his shield.
"Break's over," he said. "Let's move."
Everyone rose, ready once again. Amon tightened his grip on his weapon.
He was ready too.
They ventured deeper into the forest but found nothing suspicious. It was getting late.
"Let's go back," Harvey ordered as the group started to move in the direction from where they came.
It was not too dangerous, nor was there anything special. But for Amon, it was a good experience.
He remembered the dungeon practice. His teammates who didn't feel like one. Then the time he was stuck with Arnold and facing an enemy.
'Arnold… he's really mysterious. Something doesn't feel right about him. But why?'
While walking back, Amon suddenly thought about Arnold. He didn't know why Arnold came to his mind all of a sudden. It wasn't just now...even before, he had been suspicious of Arnold.
'He's really like some protagonist of a good-for-nothing young master… then getting a cheat.'
