A Trashes Way To Saving The World

Chapter 7: Freedom At Last (2)

Looking back one last time at the secret swordsmaster before turning back to face the wall that an area of the size of an adult male appeared to one side of the cave wall, Cale swiftly sticks his whip to his belt and gently snatches the torch hanging at the side of the wall.

Step. Step.

Cale stepped into the tunnel and a mellow voice spoke out.

"Have a safe trip. I believe this won't be the last time we meet."

Crazy bastard, we definitely ain't seeing each other again.

A scowl came to sight on his face. The thought of ever meeting the secret swordsmaster again-which they wont-irked him to his core. This crazy swordsmaster was for sure a weird one.

Walking the in the dark with only the light and warmth of the torch in Cale's palm, the dragon remained quiet in Cale's arms, with only the sound of its breathing coming out of it. However, the eyes that were staring at Cale were still extremely vicious.

Rather than any gratitude for saving him, it seemed to be filled with thoughts of terror about being tortured by someone else, as well as anger and resentment toward humans.

"Stop staring at me like that."

Cale casually talked to the dragon in his arms.

He sure is heavy even when he probably doesn't eat much. Was it a dragon thing?

Cale was of course out of breath without stopping for any short breaks with his low stamina and strength as his arm was trembling slightly.

Although his flexibility and senses from war remained, his strength and stamina didn't. Its not just that however Cale couldn't care less. He wasn't going to be in any big part of the war this time and only in the shadows pulling the strings here and there. That was better when he wants to live a quiet life after the war.

Huu....

Cale held the dragon tightly in his arm, so that he would not throw it away in anger. There was no way he could leave it here after spending all that effort to rescue it.

The dragon just continued to watch him. Cale's black clothes started to become covered in the dragon's blood.

After speed walking through the dark and narrow for a few minutes, a wall same as before appeared and Cale threw the torch to the side and flicked his whip against the wall.

Boom!

The wall instantly collapsed, and he could see the night sky. They were outside the cave. Cale pulled his hood lower to hide his red hair and purposely exposed the design on his black outfit as he looked around.

Venion had put a magic recording device on this secret tunnel entrance as well. He was a very thorough person.

Cale didn't know where exactly this entrance was and covered his face however showed the design on his black outfit. Causing a little fued between the secret organisation and the Marquis would be good.

After running away from the secret tunnel entrance for about two minutes, Cale looked at his watch and halt his steps.

They were probably out of the magic recording device's range now but Cale still didn't take off his hood to hide his red hair just in case.

Cale looked around his surroundings before he looked down towards the dragon. He then started to smile.

The rebellious gaze was gone, and the dragon was looking up at the night sky in admiration. This was the first time the dragon saw anything other than the cave walls in its four years of life. Cale understood what the dragon was feeling, and wanted to give it some more time, but he could not do that.