"At night?! Isn't it too dangerous, Sir Axel?"
Princess Penelope quickly raised her voice in disagreement.
"With the darkness encroaching on the Red Zone, we'd basically be marching blind!"
And just as she claimed, the Red Zone isn't really "red" in the literal sense. Rather, because of the thick miasma present everywhere, the deeper you go, the closer it gets to pitch black—dark enough that you can't even see your own hands without a powerful enough light source.
Moving in that condition is suicide… if not for one thing.
"Shut up and just follow," Axel growled. "I'm in a hurry. I can't waste any more time. If you can't follow me, then stay in the safety of this fortress."
"Kuh…! You rude—!"
Penelope didn't expect someone to dare speak to her that brashly, especially not a man. She was angry and wanted to lash out, only for Nina to step in and mediate.
"S-Sister Fria, it's fine. I'll accompany Sir Axel, so you should stay in the fortress as he said…"
