Bermuda Chapter 166

At the eastern entrance of Peak 118 on the Elder Millie Peninsula.

mbers who couldn't endure the suffocating heat and pressure inside were occasionally carried out.

The unit mbers waiting near the entrance quickly moved the patients, and the temporary tent where the dical team was stationed was so busy preparing beds because there were not enough cots to use as hospital beds.

anwhile, since as many new mbers had to be sent in from the standby group as those who ca out, the commanders of each unit were busily going around checking the mbers to be additionally deployed.

However, even if they looked away for a mont, there were people complaining of breathing difficulties everywhere, so neither the selected mbers nor the selecting commanders were in a good mood.

The platoon leader of the 3rd Battalion of the Central Branch pressed his temple firmly with a pen cap while flipping through the hastily prepared list of platoon mbers. The mbers who had already been set aside for the rear group had all gone inside, but he had to recruit about three more people because of pressure from above saying more personnel were needed.

However, more than half of the remaining personnel had been injured in long marches and battles and needed more rest, and most of the other personnel lacked the combat ability or experience to be sent inside.

Sending in unprepared individuals was no different from driving them to their deaths, so the platoon leader, who was the decision-maker, was deeply troubled.

Trying to avoid his eyes, two people were sneaking between the tents, but they were caught at just the right timing by the radar of the platoon leader, who had suddenly raised his head.

"Rom, Jake. You two go in for now as well."

The two mbers who had been walking stealthily with their bodies lowered stopped abruptly.

As if nothing had happened, they imdiately straightened their backs and approached the platoon leader. Then they pushed forward their shoulders and necks wrapped in bandages and pleaded.

"Platoon Leader... You know we haven't fully recovered yet, right...?"

"..."

"Even now, if I just move this arm, it makes a popping sound and my shoulder feels like it's going to fall off. If I swing a sword in this condition, it’ll be permanently dislocated."

"Please look at my neck too... I had a hard ti earlier because of muscle pain when I turned around after soone called . If I go in there and a monster suddenly attacks, will I even be able to counterattack?"

Their tongues were lively despite claiming to be in pain. However, it was true that the two were not in perfect condition, so the platoon leader who had called them over was not feeling very good.

However, the standby groups stationed near Peak 118 were not only providing additional support but also performing other tasks such as dealing with approaching monsters and guarding the surrounding area. Because of that, excluding the personnel already assigned to each position, the two people in front of him were the most suitable.

The platoon leader, who had no other choice, sighed and opened his mouth.

"I know you haven't fully recovered yet. But right now, there's no one else who can go ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ in besides you two. I'm sorry."

"..."

"But it's rear support, so there won't be many dangerous tasks. I'm asking just this once. Okay?"

The platoon leader spoke gently while holding each of their hands once. Even his hands had bloodstained bandages wrapped around them, so the two mbers couldn't argue any further.

Rom and Jake, who had just seen the sight of their comrades suffering from heat-related illnesses, felt heavy-hearted and glanced at each other.

However, in the first place, they were in a position to go in without a word when given an order, so it was a better situation that they could at least grumble to a relatively good superior.

Soon, the two lowered their heads deeply and forced their reluctant mouths to speak.

"Yes... We understand."

The platoon leader tapped their arms along with words of gratitude. He didn't forget to ntion that he would exclude them from guard duty after they returned.

Just when it seed to be wrapping up warmly, Rom's eyes caught a mber sitting far away on a flat stone, sharpening his sword.

He belonged to the sa platoon as Rom, and his appearance, leisurely maintaining his personal gear without even a single bandage wrapped around him, looked much more intact than them no matter how you looked at it.

Rom, who had been receiving encouragent from the platoon leader, pointed at that mber behind him with his finger and asked,

"Platoon Leader, isn't that guy going in?"

The platoon leader, who had been smiling with one less worry, moved his gaze along the line of his finger. And when he discovered the mber calmly maintaining his sword there, his eyes suddenly widened.

"Felix?"

He imdiately let go of Rom and Jake's arms that he had been tapping and approached the mber behind them with long strides. The mber, who had been squatting, raised his head toward the shadowed face above as soon as the dirt-stained combat boots entered his sight.

"Felix, why are you here? When did you co out?"

The platoon leader asked with a face mixed with surprise and worry at his unexpected appearance. This platoon mber in front of him was definitely the one who had quietly approached alone and volunteered when they first selected the personnel for internal deploynt.

He rembered thinking it was unexpected when he volunteered at that ti, as he had often shown a sluggish and passive appearance in the past. Still, he had inwardly admired the platoon mber who had volunteered alone for a position that everyone was reluctant to take, but seeing him outside Peak 118 instead of inside, the platoon leader was montarily confused in trying to grasp the situation.

The thought crossed his mind that he might also have been unable to endure it and co out midway, but if that were the case, the dical team would have already contacted him.

"Pardon? I've been on standby at the barracks without any separate orders, and I just ca out a mont ago. Do you have any tasks for ?"

The mber called Felix answered the platoon leader's question with a puzzled look. At that, the platoon leader's expression montarily turned blank.

"What? You've been at the barracks all this ti?"

"Yes."

"...Wait, did you go in and co out? Or do you an you didn't go in at all because you didn't have my orders?"

"Pardon? What are you talking about?"

Felix asked back with a face that didn't seem to understand what was wrong. The platoon leader, who had been looking at him with a dumbfounded face, pointed at the entrance of Peak 118, where mbers were being carried out again, and said,

"What do you an what? You volunteered, didn't you?"

Felix, who had turned his head to look there, blinked as if he didn't understand, and then suddenly waved his hands in surprise.

"What? ? No, I never did that! Why would I...?"

He was about to say why he would volunteer, but he quickly closed his mouth as it didn't seem like an appropriate thing to say in front of his superior.

At that reaction, the platoon leader's face looked as if he had been hit on the back of the head. Dumbfounded, he hurriedly flipped through the list in his hand a few pages as if searching for evidence.

'Felix Montero'

It was definitely the na he had checked.

Even when he pushed the na marked on the list again, Felix only looked flustered and kept denying it. Seeing his appearance, the platoon leader beca more and more dumbfounded.

Wondering if he was being mocked, the back of his neck felt stiff, but when he thought about it carefully, it wasn't important to determine the truth of this matter right now.

Even if one mber was missing, it wouldn't cause any problems inside, but it was a huge deal that there was a discrepancy in personnel organization during the execution of the operation.

He gritted his teeth, recalling that Felix had been wandering around wearing only a combat uniform when he had co to him saying he would volunteer. Looking back at his more fidgety appearance than usual, it seed like he had been half out of his mind as if he had drunk so hidden rum or sothing.

'I should have noticed it from the ti he was walking around without his sword and out of his mind...'

The platoon leader, who had scratched his head as if annoyed, imdiately turned around. Then he glanced at Rom and Jake, who were standing awkwardly and looking this way.

"One, two."

Finally, he looked down at Felix again. His voice, which had fallen frighteningly, recited the numbers in a low tone.

"Three."

"..."

"Just right. You go in too, you bastard."

*****

Thud—

Part of the place where he had stepped crumbled and fell. Leonardo reflexively stepped back.

Looking down, yellow smoke, whether it was sulfur or dust, was filling a huge pit with no end in sight.

It was a scene that could stir fear, but it wasn't that scary.

It seed to be because of the firm arm wrapped around his waist.

"Be careful."

A pleasant voice was heard in his ear. It sounded like a reprimand, but even that was gentle.

When he slightly turned his head, he saw Hugo's face with furrowed brows. Displeasure was evident in his expression.

Hugo slightly pulled Leonardo back, whose center of gravity seed unstable as it leaned forward. Only after both his feet properly stepped on safe ground did he let go of the waist he had been holding.

However, he still seed anxious, so he grabbed his arm again and stepped back about two or three steps.

Eventually, looking into each other's eyes, he added a few words.

"You seem to be distracted since earlier."

"..."

"You know very well it's dangerous to be distracted in a place like this. If it's because of symptoms like breathing difficulties or dizziness, tell right now. It would be a big problem if you suddenly collapsed."

One of Leonardo's eyebrows rose slightly.

Quite a few mbers had gone out, unable to endure the volcanic gases or heat in between, so Agrizendro seed to be concerned about that. However, from his perspective, the person who should be worried about right now was none other than the one in front of him.

His wet hair and cool-looking complexion made it instantly clear that his condition was not very good. However, based on the personality he had seen so far, it was certain that he would never try to show it.

Leonardo struggled to swallow the words that had risen to his throat.

Instead, he shook his head and answered nonchalantly to Hugo's previous words.

"It's not like that. I was just thinking about sothing. And I'm probably the most intact one in here right now, you know?"

Then he glanced at the edge of the cliff where he had stepped earlier.

It was unclear what was down there in the thick yellow fog, but it was certainly a very deep abyss. The sound of the rock fragnts that had fallen off when he stepped on them still hadn't reached the ground.

Of course, even if he misstepped now, he could just use magic to float in the air, but he understood Hugo's concern since he had already experienced falling in front of him.

Eventually, looking at his face again, it clearly showed unpleasant emotions, perhaps because of his retort, and Leonardo unknowingly chuckled.

"Okay. I'll be careful."

Leonardo, who had smiled with curved eyes as if telling him to relax his expression, tapped Hugo's arm and passed by. Behind Leonardo's leisurely steps, which were the sa as usual, his long cloak fluttered.

However, his back view, which uncharacteristically stumbled after stepping on the hem of that cloak, decorated the ending.

Hugo, who had been looking in that direction for a while, shook his head back and forth. He couldn't take his eyes off him.