Even before the speaker appeared, Roland recognized him just from that exaggerated, lilting tone.
While reuniting with a partner was a joyous occasion, still...
"Galvis..."
Roland lifted the tent flap. He gently picked up Tress, who was in his waist pouch nibbling on a piece of bread, and spoke with a sense of resignation.
"I assume... you've already met Tress, haven't you?"
"Roland! You're back!"
"Mr. Roland!"
The first to stand and greet him was Avril.
Thanks to Graham's thorough arrangements before his departure, along with the help of Mason and Freddy, the Elf Maiden was clearly doing well. At least she no longer looked as overwhelmed as she did when she hastily took on the role of temporary commander.
But her petite frame was quickly pushed aside by a taller figure.
"THUMP, THUMP, THUMP!"
Accompanied by the muffled thud of leather boots on the ground, a flash of bright silver hair flew through the air, tracing a dazzling arc.
And then...
"BAM!"
