Currently, the ck Knights had two long-range attackers, Axion, the wizard, and Trag, the archer.


    They couldn’t give them Axion, the core of this dungeon attack, so naturally, they would send Trag.


    As expected, Jun frowned as if she didn’t like it.


    “… Do you mean Trag?”


    “I’m hoping that the captain of the well-known Yellow Lightning unit can help us. Oh, of course, if it’s too much work, it’s fine. Because I also don’t want to hear that I dragged the ck Knights by their ankle.”


    Fabian nced sideways at Jun’s figure.


    Jun’s mouth, which had been full of enthusiasm earlier, was now full. Jun red at Fabian with a disgruntled look in her eyes.


    Trag was the one who betrayed the ck Knights in the first round and joined Fabian’s expedition. When Fabian referred to Trag as such by name, it was understandable for Jun.


    ‘You must be more anxious because you can’t guess what I’m going to do.’


    Even if she wanted to decline his offer, she would have to ept it in the end because Jun had been scratching his stomach so far.


    As if realizing that she had no choice, Jun looked at him again and tried to smile.


    “It’s to the point where it’s hard. I’ll do it if you want me to. Trag.”


    Jun beckoned toward Trag.


    Trag approached with a bemused look on his face. Jun gave Trag a small earful. How quietly she spoke, even Fabian, who was not too far away, could not hear.


    From the looks of it, Trag and Jun didn’t seem to be on bad terms.


    ‘Probably putting in a lot of effort to make sure I don’t take him from her.’


    It was also proof that Trag was very useful.


    It was rare to find someone as talented as Trag. Above all, he was a descendant of the Heavenly Pce. The strength that remained in the blood of a thousand-year-old hero was not something that could be easily erased.


    (T/N Heavenly Pce/Celestials are the same.)


    ‘Hmph, but it’s no use doing that. I know the weaknesses of Trag that you don’t know, Jun.’


    Fabian snorted inside. However, the face that was exposed on the outside was just natural.


    Soon, Jeanne held Jun’s hand and headed to the ce where the ck Knights were.


    She continued to look back hesitatingly, but Jeanne had already been put on the back burner for Fabian.


    Fabian now was only preupied with how to effectively screw over Jun and Meyer with this opportunity.


    As Fabian’s head was spinning like that, Trag, who was left alone, approached Fabian and bowed with only his head small.


    He didn’t seem to want to talk much.


    However, Fabian did not give in and greeted Trag kindly.


    “Then, I look forward to your kind cooperation.”


    “You don’t have to care about the rear, so just take care of yourself.”


    “Don’t worry. I’ll be tight.”


    Fabian responded skillfully to Trag’s chilly response. Of course, behind that appearance, there was an irritation about what Jun had been whispering to Trag.


    You couldn’t spit on a smiling face, and Fabian talked with a round smile, so even Trag couldn’t win the conversation.


    While pretending to be that close to Trag, Fabian didn’t think he could recruit Trag now.


    In the first round, Trag had been weed into the Fabian Expeditionary Force only after they had be somewhat worthy of mixing with the ck Knights.


    For now, no matter what he said, it was clear that nothing would work.


    However… He could make a lot of trouble for the ck Knights.


    Fabian knew Trag’s weaknesses.


    He was currently pretending to be a stepson sponsored by Countess Nerus, but in reality, it was a contractual rtionship with the Golden Falcon.


    No matter how much Trag was said to be the blood of the heavenly pce, it was not easy to readily give the Golden Falcon to someone who was only an adopted son.


    Everyone praised the distribution of Countess Nerus and thought Trag wanted to use Countess Nerus to raise his honor.


    But in reality, it was different.


    Trag could and had to do anything in Countess Nerus’ name to have the Golden Falcon returned to him.


    The fact that Trag had abandoned the ck Knights in the first round and joined the Fabian Expeditionary Force had Countess Nerus breathing down his neck strongly.


    ‘Jun doesn’t know that much. I just happened to know.’


    Fabian would not have known about it if he had not heard Trag, who had been badly injured the first time, screaming with resentment at Countess Nerus for the fact that he could not attack the expedition anymore.


    <What lengths have I gone to for the Golden Falcon, and as soon as I’m no longer useful, you’ll abandon me and retrieve the Golden Falcon? Countess Nerus, you really are an amazing woman. Haha, ha, hahaha!>


    The Golden Falcon was Trag’s catalyst and leash.


    If he stimted that area, he should get some kind of response.


    He needs to get closer to him to do that…


    Quickly moving his head, Fabian looked for an opportunity to talk to Trag alone.


    ***


    “Please, Jeanne.”


    April eagerly spoke, leaving Jeanne in my arms.


    Her face was filled with devastation and determination, and there was a sense of overwhelming pressure that could not be said.


    “Trust me. I won’t let Jeanne get hurt anymore.”


    When I said so, a pale smile came to April’s mouth.


    After such a short conversation, April went back to the Fabian Expedition.


    I came to where the ck Knights were, pulling Jeanne by the shoulders and holding her in my bosom.


    The original Jeanne would have been ufortable with the intimate actions of a stranger, but she looked somewhat stunned, perhaps due to the injury she had just sustained and the mental shock of Fabian’s actions.


    Meyer looked at me and Jeanne and soon fell back. Until before, he was stuck like a stone next to me…


    He seemed to know that he did not make a very good impression on the child.


    It was fortunate that he hadn’t made the anxious Jeanne’s state more serious, but it wasn’t refreshing to see Meyer convinced that others didn’t like him very much.


    ‘It’s bothering me…’


    I remembered Meyer’s awkward appearance, who was looking forward to eating with me.


    He was more familiar with dungeons and ughter than anyone else and was unfamiliar with all the ordinary things in the world.


    Meyer was an adult, so I didn’t have to worry about him that much, but there was a part where something stung my chest and stepped on my view.


    …Let’s get a grip. That guy isn’t a poor bear, he’s a wild bear roaming around the mountains.


    I turned my head to the distant Meyer and patted Jeanne on the shoulder.


    “You have to stick close to me. Okay, Jeanne?”


    “…”


    Jeanne nodded without replying. She was calmer than at first. As I squeezed Jeanne’s hand, I secretly sensed the presence of Fabian’s expedition.


    Fabian, unaware of the status of his expedition, was looking for an opportunity to talk to Trag.


    Sure enough, he was going to take this opportunity to approach Trag, right?


    But will it be as easy as he thought?


    ‘I’m disappointed that you think I brought Trag here honestly.’


    It was only natural that Fabian knew Trag better than I knew Trag.


    Perhaps he could threaten Trag… Anyway, he might have known about things to manipte.


    Under such circumstances, there was no way I would have brought Trag to the dungeon without any precautions.


    Anyway, I did some research on Trag anyway… I’d already given him medicine.


    I don’t know what card Fabian will pick, but will it be more attractive than I suggested?


    I smiled round and round.


    ***


    Fabian found time to talk to Trag while attacking the dungeon.


    However, Trag only silently defeated demons.


    Fabian was nervous, but he remained calm and waited for his opportunity toe.


    After waiting for a long time, the opportunity arose. Fabian spoke to Trag as naturally as he could.


    “The difficulty of the dungeon is unusual, it seems that there will be a valuable artifact in this dungeon.”


    “… High-level dungeons don’t confirm artifacts. It would befortable not to jump to conclusions.”


    Trag responded coldly. However, Fabian did not give in. It was positive just to ept what he said.


    Fabian smiled and continued.


    “I have a good feeling about it. If it’s a dungeon with artifacts, I quickly notice it. That’s how I got some artifacts.”


    Fabian then raised one hand. A me ring with a red me asleep on his finger glistened.


    “Or how could an expedition member from the countryside like me have so many artifacts?”


    Fabian, who felt Trag looking through him, deliberately turned around as if showing artifacts.


    It stimted Trag differently. Trag responded sarcastically.


    “Even if an artifact does appear, it has nothing to do with Commander Fabian’s expedition.”


    “Indeed, that’s right. Wouldn’t the ck Knight take it anyway? Because that’s the customary way.”


    Fabian shrugged as if he agreed with Trag. In the meantime, he hinted at Trag’s innermost thoughts.


    “But isn’t the Commander of the Yellow Lightning unit sad?”


    “What do you mean?”


    Trag was serious, but Fabian pretended to be tactless.


    “I think the uing artifact will beparable to the Golden Falcon held by the Yellow Lightning unit Commander.”


    “… Are you disrespecting the Golden Falcon?”


    “No, no. I didn’t intend to do that at all. However…”


    Fabian hurriedly waved his hands at Trag, who turned hostile.


    Pretending to be immature and innocent, he quietly touched Trag’s weaknesses.


    “In the end, the Golden Falcon was borrowed from Countess Nerus. If this artifact has a simr value to the Golden Falcon, you could exchange the Golden Falcon with the artifact dropped this time to Countess Nerus. I said it out of the thought that it would be great, so please don’t listen too closely.”


    Trag’s mouth shut tightly.


    His eyes shook dizzily under his curved gaze.


    Trag clenched his teeth and spoke, pretending to be unconcerned.


    “It seems that Expedition Commander Fabian is very interested in my personal history.”