The Male Leads Are Trapped in My House

We barely pulled Ezra’s battered body out of the river and made our way to the shore. Ethan spoke to the knights gathered by the riverbank.

“Let’s head back, to Graydon Palace.”

As we moved to join Harrison and the others, Nikolai had been keeping his distance from us ever since he climbed up from the river. He had been lingering behind, taking his time.

“Nikolai, what are you doing? Hurry up and get it together. We’ve gone through enough hell, don’t you think you should get some rest now?”

Ethan urged Nikolai, but he remained at the back of the procession, his face set in a hard expression.

“Why is he acting like that?”

Ethan and I both tilted our heads in confusion, but soon, we let it go as we focused on taking care of Ezra.

On our way back, we learned a new fact: the monsters that had calmed down from their frenzy still avoided water.

Perhaps that’s why, except for a few monsters, they didn’t dare cross the river easily. That was certainly a relief.

As we walked, looking across the river, Ethan muttered as he carried Ezra on his shoulder.

“By the way, this guy is recovering slowly.”

“Ezra said that if you get injured too often, the recovery speed gets affected.”

“True. The number of times Ezra’s died in the past few days…”

At Ethan’s last mutter, I grew silent and closed my mouth.

Thinking back, it’s still a wonder that Ezra’s mind is intact. Was it because he gained the ability of immortality that he also gained the mental resilience to endure it?

Anyway, as we carried Ezra’s battered body, the other knights looked at us with curious eyes.

“He’s not infected. There’s a reason for this.”@@novelbin@@