The group of seven rode along the dirt road, their horses moving at a steady pace. The cool morning air brushed against them, the scent of the wilderness fresh and crisp. They had just finished a mission, and despite some minor difficulties, it had been a success. More importantly— they were lucky to have horses, making their journey back to town far easier than walking.
However— there was still one thing weighing on their minds. Or rather—one person.
"I still can't believe that bastard stole our meat," the crossbow-wielding girl muttered, her fingers twitching as if she were imagining Hazuki's neck between them.
"Forget the meat! He called me a cutting board!" the mage girl snapped, her face red with frustration.
The other three girls— summoned heroes from another world— sighed at their complaints. One of them, a blonde paladin, looked over with mild amusement.
"Seriously? We just cleared a dangerous mission, and you're still angry about a guy stealing our food?"
