“See? It was better to hunt while we could. We didn't need to wait for night.“

  Benny stated randomly as Amabel and I picked up the four Natum Maws’ corpses.

  “Be sure to puncture the head many times so we are sure of its passing.“

  I said to Amabel, who nodded before setting her gaze on Benny.

  “I believe we just have gotten lucky, Benny.“

  “I suggested night since it would have been more safer and more predictable to spot them…”

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  “Considering that the residents DID say they dragged the previous victims to the forest.“

  Amabel explained, stabbing her carving knife into one of the Maw corpses' heads in annoyance.

  “Yeah… but… it worked out in the end and I think that's what matters.“

  Benny smiled, his tone light.

  “Benny, we spent seventy percent of our time walking around the forest.“

  Amabel dropped a corpse into the sack.

  “At least we did it already… instead of waiting for hours until night.“

  Benny argued.

  “… We spent... two hours walking and walking and walking and walking…”

  “Are you telling me that’s better than sitting in a cozy inn? You barbarian.“

  Amabel scoffed.

  “It’s not my fault that you don’t exercise.“

  Benny raised an eyebrow.

  “Shut up.“

  Amabel clicked her tongue before closing the sack.

  Then suddenly—

  “Catch—”

  Amabel roughly threw the sack at Benny.

  “WH—”

  Benny barely caught it, stumbling a bit.

  “That wasn’t— you didn’t have to do that!“

  Benny held the sack tightly, clearly a bit offended.

  “Get to carrying, Sack carrier.“

  Amabel smirked lightly.