Chapter 213 The Grand Plan

There was certainly a lot he was curious about when it came to the cat woman who he had found as a new companion, especially in regards to the style that very closely resembled the ruthless ‘Godless Style’ that Vandread wielded.

Yet, he knew asking directly would hardly get him anywhere close past that stone-cold exterior of Yuna’s.

If I’m nosy, I might find that dagger pressed against my neck...I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime, he thought.

“So, what now?” Everett asked after successfully shoveling down a large portion of the stew, “I mean, you guys were talking about there being some bad guys lurking ’round here, right? I say we find ’em and take ’em out.”Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com

“That’s easier said than done, though,” Melisande responded.

“Yeah, you’re right about that,” Everett breathed out.

There was merit to taking the initiative, at least that’s what Emilio thought, as it was tangible how on edge they all were with the looming threat of murderous recruits around. Still, he found it might be better to avoid Amon altogether.

“...This valley is huge and somebody like Amon seems to be experienced in moving quietly and unseen,” Emilio said, “I think tracking him down before he finds us would be difficult, unless...”

“Unless?” Everett looked at him.

The young mage looked over at Yuna, who was still wiping down her dagger before glancing back at him.

“Unless we had somebody who was just as capable as Amon–somebody great at stealthiness themselves,” Emilio said in regards to the demi-human.

The bumpkin shielder scratched his head out of shame, “Yeah, yeah. I guess that was pretty crafty–I won’t fall for that again, though!”

It was starting to come together as Melisande and Yuna both scooted in closer to the drawing that Emilio made in the dirt, though Everett seemed to be a step behind.

“Traps laid around the campsite? I can do that. I was already planning on setting up new traps, seeing as how easily you all infiltrated,” Yuna said, folding her arms over her chest.

“So, we lure him towards the camp then get him trapped, then we...?” Melisande lingered her question.

They all knew what she was implying, and there were clear differences in opinion right off the bat between the shielder and the rogue.

“We give him a good poundin’ then tie him up,” Everett said.

“We eliminate him,” Yuna said.

The difference in approaches caused the two to immediately look at each other as Everett’s tone shifted, “Killin’ ain’t the solution.”

“We’re dealing with somebody who has killed by the dozen,” Yuna told him, “It’s us or him. I think you know the obvious answer to that.”

Emilio already knew going in that there would be a similar reaction from Everett. After all, there was no doubt that the shielder had a heart of gold and a kind soul, though in this environment and path, the young Dragonheart knew that such things could only lead to pain.

“I ain’t a killer,” Everett adamantly said.

“That’s fine,” Yuna replied, “I’ll handle that part.”

“That’s...!” Everett stood up.

Immediately getting up to step between the two before anything escalated, Emilio found the intensity to be tangible with the large-built man clenching his fist and the swift