Robert savored the next few weeks, a period of welcome respite spent between quiet relaxation and overseeing the shop''s operations. He deliberately pushed all thoughts of the dungeons from his mind, a self-imposed exile from that world for a month, at the very least. The shop, meanwhile, was flourishing. The girls were positively radiant with pride, excitedly sharing that they had earned more than ten gold coins – a feat that outstripped their parents'' earnings in the same amount of time. This filled Robert with a quiet satisfaction. He observed Willow''s progress, anticipating the day she would master the system and claim her class; he had no doubt she would become a formidable enchanter. And Clara, with her growing business acumen, was rapidly transforming into a shrewd merchant. A sense of peace settled over Robert. He envisioned a future where the shop prospered under their leadership, freeing him to transition into a silent partnership.


    As his mind wandered, Robert began to contemplate the possibilities that lay ahead. The idea of mentoring another student took root, followed by the tantalizing prospect of establishing a second shop in a neighboring town once his apprentices were fully trained. But this burgeoning ambition was quickly checked by a wave of prudence. Such rapid expansion would undoubtedly attract the gaze of the realm''s hidden powers, a level of attention that carried unknown risks. Wealth was no longer a driving force; the dungeons had yielded nearly a thousand gold coins in the last six months alone. The shop, he realized, was less a financial necessity and more a tether, a connection to a life beyond the endless cycle of risk and reward.


    Robert looked at his new ability from his new class, Aegis of Dawn


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    <td style="text-align: center" width="126">Aegis of Dawn</td>


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    <td style="text-align: center" width="96">Legendary</td>


    <td width="498">With a whispered prayer, the first light of dawn bursts forth, enveloping the caster and their allies in a sphere of golden radiance. This sacred Aegis, shimmering and ethereal, deflects physical and magical attacks alike, its light a tangible force against darkness. Curses wither and despair fades within its protective embrace, replaced by a surge of courage and resilience. A soothing warmth emanates from the barrier, gently mending injuries as the light of dawn washes over them. Can be used once per day and lasts 30 seconds.</td>


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    This was a truly powerful skill and Robert knew it would be a trump card in the future and as it grew in power it would save lives. Things continued for another week before Robert had a visitor at his home.


    Robert was enjoying his lunch and immersed in a book from Earth when a knock interrupted him. He opened the door to find Elsie Mae from the guild waiting. "Elsie, what brings you here on this fine day?" Robert inquired. "Guildmaster Swiftbow requests your presence at the guild, sir, as soon as possible," she replied. With a look of mild confusion, Robert assured her he would be there shortly. He returned to his room, changed into more suitable attire, and promptly made his way to the guildhall. Ascending to the Guildmaster''s office, he knocked, and a voice from within called for him to enter.


    Lysandra greeted Robert at the door, a hint of urgency in her voice, "Robert, thank you for coming. I need to ask a favor, if you''re available." Robert leaned casually against the doorframe, "Lysandra. Always good to see you. What''s been keeping you busy this past month?" A weary sigh escaped Lysandra, "The usual. But enough about me. How are you? And more importantly, how are those adventurous daughters of yours?" Robert chuckled, a proud gleam in his eyes, "Couldn''t be better. Elara and Anya are practically inseparable with their new adventuring group. And Clara and Willow? They''ll be running the store single-handedly any day now." Lysandra shook her head, a smile playing on her lips, "Sounds like you''re raising a group of formidable women. But," she paused, her expression turning serious, "I wouldn''t have called you here just for pleasantries. I need your help."


    Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.


    "What''s the task, Lysandra?" Robert asked, stepping into her office. The space had become familiar over the past six months, enough so that he''d absorbed its details: the comfortably worn-in feel of the room, the way sunlight streamed through the large window overlooking the town square, illuminating the ever-present dance of dust motes. Bookshelves, crammed with tomes and scrolls, lined the walls, and a sturdy wooden desk, usually bearing a controlled chaos of papers, dominated the room''s center. He wasn''t nervous; this felt less like an interrogation and more like a promotion. Lysandra looked up from the document she was scrutinizing, a faint crease in her forehead the only hint of concern. "The Eon Labyrinth, Robert," she stated, her voice even. "The capital''s clearing team went in for a routine sweep – to keep the monster population in check. You know the procedure." Robert leaned against the doorframe, a casual nod acknowledging her words. He''d heard countless tales of the Labyrinth since his arrival – likely more exaggeration than fact, but every legend held a kernel of truth. "They''re overdue," he stated, the obvious reason for his summons.


    Lysandra tapped a quill pen against the desk, the rhythmic tap-tap-tap a familiar soundtrack to her thought process. "Considerably. A three-day mission, at most, even accounting for the Labyrinth''s… eccentricities. It''s been five days. Complete silence. No signal flares, no messengers – nothing. And," she added, picking up a specific sheet from a meticulously organized pile, "they were short-handed." Robert straightened slightly, his interest caught. Corner-cutting was a constant, even here. "Missing personnel?" Lysandra''s gaze scanned the document. "Their archer. Larian. She''s pregnant, and wisely remained behind. The rest… likely overestimated their own prowess." The unspoken implication hung heavy in the air. "The team''s average level was eighty-six. Their leader, Golrin, is – was – a level 90 warrior. A Shieldbearer – a rare and incredibly durable class. A standard clearing team is six: two frontline fighters, the archer, a dedicated healer, and two mages for support and control." Robert processed the information. "So, five days ago, a five-person team – two fighters, a healer, and two mages, lacking ranged support – entered the Labyrinth and vanished."


    "Precisely," Lysandra confirmed. "I need you to investigate, Robert. I won''t sugarcoat it; the risk is substantial. If you find them alive, assist them. But if," her voice dropped, a subtle shift he''d learned to recognize, "if they''ve perished… determine the cause and report back immediately." A brief silence settled between them. "Understood," Robert said, his voice firm. "I''ll leave at once. I''ll find out what happened and report back as soon as possible." He gave a curt nod, his mind already running through a checklist of necessary preparations. "I just need to gather my equipment." He turned to leave, a sense of purpose, tempered by a careful assessment of the dangers ahead, settling over him.


    Robert meticulously checked his gear at home, his gaze scanning his list of enchanted items as a precaution against oversight. Satisfied, he secured a horse at the city gate and rode hard for the dungeon, finding the guild representative, a grim sentinel, stationed near the entrance. "The party hasn''t returned," Robert stated, more confirmation than question. "What is your opinion of the situation, good sir?" he inquired. The representative''s voice was measured: "Sir, they are experienced, usually successful, but they are short-handed, a concerning disadvantage, though they maintained they were ready." Robert''s jaw tightened. "I see. I''m going in. I''ll find them, or I''ll determine if they''ve perished and report back."