Ahem, Viretta cleared her throat in a way that was far from cute and straightened her posture.

"Saffron, as you know, hunting a dragon is an opportunity like no other."

"To add the perspective of a slave, I suppose you mean ‘if we succeed and survive,’ right?"

"It’s a way to turn your life around, a path to eternal glory, and even if we fail, as a butcher, you have nothing to lose—it's a no-risk, high-reward battle."@@novelbin@@

"But we could die, couldn’t we?"

"For goodness' sake. You’re a butcher, aren’t you? After we hunt the dragon, your role will be to cut off its head and dismantle the body."

"....."

If they were using the butcher as a butcher, then that would make sense. But who ever used a slave in that way?

"Why would a butcher die? It’ll be people like Iola and me who go to the frontlines."

Though she said it that way, it was the slaves who were often the first to be discarded as bait. If they weren’t treated like that, it would have been another thing entirely to be upset about.

Viretta’s words even had an absurd element to them. It was such a ridiculous statement that it sounded almost laughable.

"I’m supposed to stay behind in the village while you go out personally?"

"Of course. This is my hunt. It’s only right that I go out myself. How could anyone recognize my achievement if I just give orders from the back?"

Suddenly, Viretta’s naive and utterly out-of-touch words irritated Saffron.

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