Wildness and Masks

Chapter 32 – Ogre and Lange

Lange never expected that the earthquake-like sound from before was actually caused by the giant's death.

Although it wasn't hard to connect the two, Lange was still taken aback when it actually happened.

A feeling he couldn't quite describe welled up inside him.

When the power gap is small, or when you feel your opponent is weaker, losing might make you angry and unwilling to accept it.

But when the power gap is visibly vast, all negative emotions disappear, leaving only a sense of awe.

"Hmm." Ogre nodded nonchalantly.

This battle wasn't as easy as it seemed for him.

As the adrenaline faded, Ogre felt his body was exhausted and aching...

Four to five minutes was his limit for combat duration—but that didn't mean a fight lasting less than a minute came without a price.

The acquisition of power itself comes with a cost.

This level of outburst was entirely due to Ogre trading his body's wear and tear for it, and the battle process was not easy, akin to a tightrope walker performing a dangerous act—one misstep could lead to disaster.

Ogre had to step in quickly to free Foucault; otherwise, every moment wasted would put Thrandic in greater danger.

Without completely dealing with that giant, leaving would be difficult, and the longer they stayed, the more dangerous it became.

But no matter what, Thrandic's predicament was inextricably linked to Ogre. He was the one who called the shots, chose this village.

So Ogre had to take responsibility.

"Never thought this place would be so dangerous..." Lange remarked with a hint of emotion.

He had barely participated in this adventure.

Yet, even so, the frequent emergence of enemies gave him a glimpse of the brutal law of the jungle.

He couldn't help but recall the goal he set for himself long ago when he first became a knight—someday, he too would become as strong as that man.

'So this is the life of a Professional...' Lange couldn't help but tighten his grip on his sword.

"Let's hurry and leave." Ogre said as he walked past Lange.

"Aren't we going to deal with those who ran away, or search for valuable items?" Lange asked.

"Let's leave that for later. I'm afraid if we don't leave now, it'll be too late." Ogre glanced into the depths of the forest before turning to take another path.

Ogre also wouldn't forget how those guys treated him when he was weak.

"Ogre..." Lange sighed.

"What's up?" Ogre asked without turning his head.

"Just feeling that you're different from everyone else." The more he got to know him, the more Lange sensed Ogre's uniqueness—a kind of unfamiliar loneliness.

"Different?"

Ogre couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"But it won't be like that in the future." Lange patted the armor on his chest, "We have us, and when my young master graduates, you're always welcome. You're one of the few he acknowledges."

"Alright, once I've fulfilled my wishes, I'll definitely come find you."

To be honest, Ogre didn't dislike Lange, even if he was often outspoken.

Compared to the deceitful Arena personnel, Lange's straightforwardness seemed harmless and innocent.

"Ogre, I'm serious."

"So am I." Ogre turned and said.

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"That's good."

"By the way..."

Ogre seemed to think of something and suddenly asked Lange a question, "Speaking of which, Lange—what do you think of what we adventurers do? I mean... how do you view humans invading the Demon Beast Forest, if, and I mean if, we are on the unjust side?"

Ogre was curious about this mainlander's perspective.

"What else is there to think about? We've already acted, so why have so many other thoughts?" Lange asked in confusion. If it weren't for Ogre asking, he would have retorted—why so much nonsense.

"True, we've already acted..."

Once different races start fighting, there's often no right or wrong.

There won't be distinctions of good and evil, or between men, women, and children.

All attempts to beautify war are merely to mask the pursuit of interests.

When it rolls to the end, the truth no longer matters—hatred takes over everything.