The mercenaries of the expedition, who had been scattered, hurriedly gathered together.
Ariel held a meeting immediately after confirming that all the leaders had assembled.
For now, finding the cause of the Behemoth's abnormal behavior was the priority. Only then could they devise a countermeasure.
Of course, they couldn't afford the luxury of sitting down comfortably to talk, so Ariel and the leaders conversed while walking behind the Behemoth's trail.
'Was there a lack of food?'
'The quantity is the same as last year. We had plenty of surplus, too.'
'...Maybe its taste in food changed while it was sleeping?'
'...Let's try not to say things that make no sense.'
Each of them shared their guesses while chasing after the Behemoth, but no plausible opinions emerged from such sudden brainstorming.
While everyone was exchanging views, Ian, who was standing at the very back listening to the conversation, spoke up.
'It is likely because of the Labyrinth.'
'The Labyrinth?'
