“You guys too.”
At Salk’s nod, the remaining three also sat closer and began to eat the meat.
They were not as polite as Bash, but they sent glances of gratitude.
“Burp.”
The meal came to an end with a long burp from Bash, who was the first to eat, had eaten the most, and had eaten until the very end.
There had been quite a lot of meat, but before they knew it, it was all gone, leaving only a pile of bones around them.
“We are members of the Orc Extermination Squad.
Starting from there, that’s Bash, Gipel, and Ren.
I am Eliza.”
Having gained a little breathing room, Eliza introduced the party members one by one.
“I’m Salk.”
“Sha-ark?”
“Salk.”
“Shark?”
Is it that difficult for the humans of this continent to pronounce ‘Salk’?
But since the name wasn’t important, Salk just nodded and let it slide.
“But how did you fall from the sky…”
Gipel asked the question from earlier again.
“Well… the coordinates were wrong.”
“Ah, I see.”
At Salk’s evasive answer, squeezed from Katrisian’s memories, the mage Gipel nodded.
Even for known places, there were many with incorrect coordinates.
Much less for the unknown Orcland, for which no proper coordinate book existed.
“What is this Orc Extermination Squad you mentioned earlier?”
This time, Shark asked what he was curious about.
“You must not be from the Remme Empire, seeing as you don’t know about the Orc Extermination Squad that the empire recruited on a massive scale.”
“Explain.”
“Pardon?”
“Ah, tell me about it.”
Gipel frowned at Shark’s attitude, which sounded like an order.
Bash and Gipel were twenty-three, and Eliza was a year younger than them.
And Ren was the youngest at twenty-one.
In contrast, Shark’s appearance looked so young that he might have just barely passed twenty, yet he consistently spoke in a blunt, informal tone.
However, Shark also had his reasons for having no choice but to speak informally.
The knowledge injected by Katrisian was merely stored inside Shark’s head.
Generally, listening and speaking came naturally from his subconscious, but listening, interpreting, and formulating an answer was inevitably unnatural.
Add to that the short, clipped way of speaking ingrained in his body from his life as a thug, and it was natural for the listener to feel offended.
It might be unpleasant for Gipel, who didn’t know the circumstances, but Shark wasn’t one to acknowledge that either.
“If you don’t want to tell me, then don’t.”
“No.
So, the Orc Extermination Squad is…”
Gipel felt a strong curiosity about Shark.
Since he had also been fed, he answered as much as he knew.