Alaric's voice cut through the tense air like a blade.
"We hunt."
Jean blinked. "Hunt? As in—actual hunting? Like… killing things?"
Lucius rolled his eyes. "No, Jean. We're going to politely ask the rabbits to jump into our arms."
Jean groaned. "Ugh. I hate this."
Salviana adjusted her dress, her fingers grazing the dagger at her hip. "It's not like we have a choice."
Alaric turned to Manni. "You stay with the carriage. Keep an eye on the area. If anything moves that shouldn't, yell."
Manni nodded. "Got it."
Alaric looked at Lucius. "You take the east side. I'll take the west."
Lucius smirked. "Splitting up? You sure you won't miss me?"
Alaric ignored him and turned to Salviana and Jean. "You two, stay put."
Jean scoffed. "Excuse me?"
Alaric sighed. "Jean, you lose consciousness at every little surprise. Do you really think you can handle a wild animal?"
Jean huffed, crossing her arms. "For your information, I only faint because Lucius is weird."
