There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 457

Chapter 457: Chapter 450. Link of Communication

"Phwaa...I’m not the one fighting, but I felt exhausted," Dheera let out a long sigh of relief the moment she could sit down and take off her mask once the safe zone was established.

It had been battle after battle, and if they weren’t fighting, they were walking and climbing. Both the fighting and the walking they did that day were more than any dungeons they had experienced before. They had no idea whether it was true or because everything happened in the dark and under the heavy pressure of the miasma things felt so much longer. There was one thing they knew for sure, however;

All of the running and stamina training Zein made them do until they were whining and crying was for this moment. It made them kind of embarrassed from all the groaning and protesting they had done before.

"What are you talking about? Guides fighting by guiding the espera, aren’t they?" Carra said with a smile.

It was true, but Dheera still sighed. "All I did was do short guiding, though."

"But it helped a lot," the support magician insisted. "It makes a huge difference that I can constantly stay below orange no matter how many spells I cast. It’s very difficult you know, casting a spell or moving around when our mental disturbance is high."

Dheera blinked and scratched her neck bashfully. "Hehe...I’m glad I can be of help."

Carra laughed softly and patted the guide’s arm. "Aren’t we a team, after all?"

The girl giggled, and Ron looked at the guides amusedly, wondering what Zein had done up there that he could shape a bunch of green-zone guides into tough combatants who could still laugh inside the Deathzone.

"You are better than the Unit’s guides," Ron chuckled, which prompted Dheera and Leehan to widen their eyes in surprise.

"What do you mean, Sir Ron?" Leehan blinked. "Shouldn’t the guides in the Unit go to the Deathzone often?"

It was Ron who was surprised this time. "Who said that?" he raised his brow.

"Uhh..." Dheera tilted her head. "No one, but...looking at Captain..."

Ron laughed at that. "Zein is an exception. Sure, we will take some guides to missions and they have shifts in the outpost, but no one does it willingly," he explained. "Zein used to take all the dangerous missions by himself, even substituting other guides’ shifts."

"R-really?"

"You have no idea how devastated our guides were when Zein left last year," Ron chuckled. "They practically held onto his legs when he was walking out."

Dheera parted her lips and clasped her cheeks. "I feel scammed!"

"What do you mean you feel scammed? Unlike those guides, we’re under contract to be in the Deathzone, so we still have to do all those training regardless," Leehan smacked the girl’s head slightly with a bottle of water he took out for her.

Dheera giggled again for being dramatic, and Ron laughed even more. "See? I don’t think other guides would have the mood to joke around and laugh after a whole day of walking, fighting, and guiding like you guys."

"Hehe...we’re rather good, aren’t we?"

"Yes, you are."

Dheera hiccuped when she heard Zein’s voice behind her, and before she could look up, she felt a hand patting her head.

"You did good," Zein said. "Have some rest for now, since you still need to cleanse the esper later tonight."

"Yessir!" the two guides straightened their back like trained soldiers and saluted, although with a grin.

"Drink water regularly, and refill it once the water here is safe enough."

"Yessir!"

Zein patted Leehan once too for fairness before walking away toward the group of damage dealers who were in the middle of setting up the second beacon and testing it.

Dheera watched the sturdy back walk away before her lips stretched into a wide, sloppy smile. "Hehe...he praised me, hehe..." she clasped her cheeks again. "Hey, I feel better than when I graduated from the academy, haha!"

"That’s because you like Captain more than your academy instructor," Leehan laughed.

"That’s true!" Dheera clapped her hands. "Oh! We should do that now before we forget!" _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}