“——–Y–you can do whatever you want! Soldier, secretary, work in a camp, whatever.” He said and swallowed down a bile rose while the nervousness still didn’t cease. He knew that so long as there was a knife in his presence he could never be too sure if the other was going to use it or not.
Oh dear, what is he going to do about this...
“Camps..” He muttered, thinking it over heavily. He could do the most good there. He could actually help the people there. If he isn’t going to kill the old man, he might as well put a fork in his plans- even if it only disrupts a small part of it.
“Alright. As long as you can guarantee my safety, I’d be fine working in a camp.” He can go back to hunting monsters when this is all over.















