Roman and Arnold had stumbled into the eastern part of the city, and they were making sure their faces weren't seen.
Roman was leading the way, even though he had no idea where he was heading, and Arnold was relentlessly following up. After what had happened back in the caravan, he had since started to see Roman from a different perspective.
How had he suddenly summoned those monsters from nowhere?
How had he commanded them to do the job so perfectly that they were able to escape without stress?
Roman had done all these as a mere Fourth Class who had a thirty-six percent chance of getting summoned into the Badlands on the Day of the Red Zenith.
As if that wasn't enough, he had even dismissed them without even saying a word or making a command!
As far as Arnold was concerned, there was no way the BSP could do such a thing, and even a Summoner would have to make some gestures before doing all those things.
