Incompatible Interspecies Wives

Chapter 79: An Unresolved Curiosity (1)

"Let's go."

After collecting the payment for the request, we began to prepare our return to Stockpin.

Village chief Nox nodded, and Kayla waved with a bitter expression.

"Take care. Thank you."

"...Farewell, Berg-nim."

Soon, I turned my back to them.

They weren't the only ones I had to say goodbye to.

"...Flint."

"Go, Berg. We'll meet again."

The reunion with an old friend was brief. And now it was time for us to return to our own lives.

We shared a light embrace.

"...Be careful. And do not die, Berg."

"Alright."

"If you hear anything about Max, let me know. I told you, I'm at the Humming Trading Company."

"Yeah. If you need any help, contact me in Stockpin."

We patted each other's back.

Perhaps because we were old friends...

Parting wasn't exactly easy.

But I had experienced such farewells many times.

It was not just one or two people I had to send off while leading the mercenary group.

So, with a bit of time, I could shake off the farewell with Flint.

"Vice-captain."

At the same time, Baran called out to me.

While checking on the mercenaries, he looked up.

"We're ready."

I nodded to him and exchanged a final glance with Flint.

Then, I mounted my horse.

As I got on, the rest of the mercenaries also mounted their horses one after the other.

"...Uh... Berg?"

But someone called out to me.

Looking down, I saw Ner next to my horse, lifting one foot with a grimace on her face.

I looked at her left foot wrapped in a bandage and asked.

"...Can't you get on?"

"...No."

Flint, still nearby, offered,

"Let me help-"

"-Ah, no. I'm fine."

But before he could even finish, Ner signaled her refusal.

She then looked back up at me.

"..."

Perhaps she didn't like being touched by others.

So I dismounted.

I approached Ner and lightly grabbed her waist.

A firm yet soft touch was felt.

Ner didn't resist my touch.

It might have been expected.

- Thud.

However, the moment I tried to exert force, Ner lightly grabbed my wrist.

"..."

"...Why?"

When I asked about her intention, Ner looked away and blinked.

Then, as if embarrassed, she whispered,