This was enough.
Even if he had known those interesting pieces of information in advance and could directly penetrate the truth, he could only commend the other's approach.
Of course, deserving commendation didn't necessarily mean he had to actually offer it because it was pointless...
Everything was pointless, whether it was her or anything else, it was all superfluous.
That was all.
He grabbed the Cloak of Cold Resistance, which was thoughtfully folded next to the blanket, dispelled the surrounding distortions, and silently left his own tent.
A moment later
"Sir?!"
Dao En, who was fiddling with a heating demon-energy plate in the tent, widened his eyes in surprise, looking at the Sin Knight who had quietly appeared behind him, and exclaimed, "Why are you here today...?"
"We're already here, I can't keep sleeping like before."
