─ ─ The time has come.
It was Sheetera's mouth that marked the beginning of that something.
But that voice is low. It is completely separate from the voice that is usually spinned from its mouth.
The voice of someone else who is not that girlfriend - if you try to lay it, it's the voice of Krakberg, who has heard it many times, drops the word through her mouth.
"Here, what have you been asking for? Treasure? Money? Is that power, or is it the truth?
What came naturally to mind when asked was the variety of reasons that made the labyrinth a destination out of a number of choices. Ray's head is disrupted by various circumstances of himself and his people. It is very difficult to attach A and B to it and narrow it down to one.
Ray then shook his head to the left and right, to the overlapping question.
"No, it's a lot more. On the contrary, what did you want me to ask for?
Returning briefly the answer to the question, Ray purposefully asked what the sincerity was in preparing such a handful of gifts, and vice versa.
'I've got it, all of it. to this underground temple.'
But what returned was not the answer to the question. I also see no reaction to Ray's words, and his voice connects words with opportunity.
"A record..."
Ray, expecting a conversation to be possible, flaunts his shoulder a little unfortunately. But it's no different that it's a valuable record. What was the next record made to convey?
Ray listens concentrating as he thinks.
"Come on, eat it. Eat everything I've got. Only those who can eat will come to the depths.
As if to burn, to evoke.
Eat, eat, and the record goes on.
- Is that some kind of mystery?
And, unconsciously, the hand that was on my mouth.
Only the eater, not the eater.
To the rhetoric that made him feel something qualified, Ray wrinkled between his eyebrows and tried to decipher what Krakberg was trying to convey, but the overly elusive message still persisted.
The left hand was attached to the chest of Sotto Thetera.
'... but if not, use this body. This body will be your support. Now, this body is the key, the guide of the trials. If you want to get there, don't forget to try. To the untested, the way will not be opened'
"Guiding hand of the trial......?
Is that the real role given to her, who was entrusted with the management of the ruins? If so, it can't be interpreted that the Hierarchist repopped the guiding hand - that is, the labyrinth that responded to Seaterra - was a trial prepared for us.
But what does the key mean?
Will it be the key to opening the door to the deepest part, in the sense it is? Or another...
The mystery increases, while the question inadvertently pokes its mouth and seems to come out.
But no matter how many tricks and tones you see dabbling in the Krakbaer you see in the footage, that's just a record. You can't even get an answer back.
The record, on the one hand, spelled this out.
"If you've survived all the trials...... I'll admit it"
As he prays with a grieving face, he closes his eyes.
"My wisdom and the truth of the world in my hands..."
Leave it at the end of the day.
My loosely closed eyes open so that I can wake up from a restful sleep.
"Master......"
The eyes opened again, were blind. That's not the only thing that has changed. My voice went back to its original height.
"... it's Seatella, isn't it?
'Yes, but...'
Sheetera looks down at her breasts. I looked at my own hand put on there and held my hand to bite it.
'... Master, I need to talk to you. I have something to tell you about my true role entrusted to me by Master Krakberg and the trials prepared for this labyrinth. "
─ ─ Sheetera... you... "
Seeing her face up, Ray and the others accidentally drank their breath.
Sheitella clasped her eyes with her hands.
'Tears...... oh, really? You've been gone so long.'
"Sheetera......? What the hell is wrong with you? I don't know what to say, you now..."
You're a human being, aren't you? Master. "
Cetera, who laughed softly as she cried and soldered, softly untied the grip of her hand placed on her chest. And I said.
'Everything...... I remember. Master Krakberg entrusted me not to manage the ruins. I am the one who leads. I have now forgotten that I wish to assume that role'
The trick of placing your hands on your chest and wiping tears with one hand makes you feel the complex emotions that humans have. Sheitella bowed her head deeply to the Rays, whose understanding was not driven by that dramatic change.
'Thank you, Master. That you brought me to this land. And I apologize. On my own, let me try'
"Try... was that the hierarchy owner earlier?
'No, it's all I've ever had'
Said Kippari, Sheitella raised her head and took a step toward Ray.
"I am convinced that Master is the one who has been waiting for Master Krakberg. So... '
I guess the understanding is still incomplete - - Sheitella wrapped one arm of Ray with both hands and knelt in front of him as Ray stared.
'Please... please stay with me. To the trials we have prepared... please... please, Master'
Plead. Extremely touched, tears in her eyes, she lays her forehead on Ray's hand like this, pleading.
Ray was baffled violently.
I don't know what the hell happened to Seatella, or why she's begging me to take the test so far, if I turn my back so I can ask for help.
"─ Take it!
The strong tone returned the assertion.
It was Gilk who affirmed. Yes, it's a gilk that was hiding behind juniors in earlier battles.
Does he realize that trials refer to the battle against hierarchical lords? No, when you see your feet trembling, you're aware of it.
But he's always manly to tremble and stand with Don in a royal manner. To the point where the lykuds around you are confused by 'eh...' it's a man you can't imagine from time to time.
But from Ray's point of view, the one-sided part of that gilk was enough to push away all the things that were in my head and wash out just what really mattered.
"... ok. Let's take it."
Approximate men are vulnerable to women's tears. Gilk and so on, eighty-nine. That would be the mouth.
But before she was a woman, Sheetera was one of them. That's all my people are doing, pleading. Is there a shortfall in risking your life?
"Thank you... Master, Prince Eloise"
"Wait a minute! Wouldn't it be strange to call that name on this occasion? ⁉"
Gilk bumped into endless questions. Aside from whether that can be fitted.
"But just tell me one thing. What do you remember?
"It's..."
Sheetera clogged the words and clouded her face. But look up right away.
"... that I was human."
"What...?
Retrospectively, more than 50 centuries ago - the world was covered in dark clouds.
That's not a metaphor, it's a reality.
The repeated battle fires scorched the wild mountains and black smoke covered the sky.
The girl was born in such a difficult time to say peace, and she was unreasonably involved.
to ugly strife. For a raw odor battle to wash blood with blood.
And I lost it. I need a family. Your body. Remember.
What's left of a girl who got her whole life in nine deaths.
It was just a few memories and lives, that's all.
Life after that inflicted further suffering on the girl.
The body, which lost organs necessary for vital activity, except for the brain, was kept alive by a device that was moved by magic and could not help moving.
A living trajectory of a girl left only marginally behind.
But the girl couldn't remember who she was, where she was born and who she was. And most of the only memories I have left are of misery I don't even want to recall.
Burning houses and blood-soaked people. And I remember crawling through a burning village and running away.
Burned fear and pain miraculously tormented the girl who took her life.
It was Krakbael who saved her like that.
He was the one who found the girl and treated her in the burnt village.
It was he who kept the girl, who was impossible to sustain her life, alive with the power of the demon.
When I jumped out of my nightmare, it was the girl's knowing Krakbael who was on the spot for me to say nothing.
Krakberg was a free inventor who did not belong to any country. Every country emitted his brains, but I didn't like it. He was an isolated island away from the continent, secretly encouraging day and night research.
Such a room in his laboratory is where a girl who has forgotten her name lives.
White walls and floors, friendly magic tools to keep the girl alive. Outside the window, covered in darkness, the occasional fierce explosion reaches your ears.
World of War. A world where many great powers dawn on each other, aiming for world hegemony.
The victimless girl grew up looking at it.
Girls' days were, every day of despair.
Lift your hands. Her body, which didn't even make such an easy move, never moved from the top of the bet.
No legs, terrible burn marks all over his body. With the after-effects of the injury, he did not move at all from the neck to the bottom, and even the heart seems to finally move with the power of the magic tool. You can hear the heartbeat coming out of your body.
If one of the tubes connecting the body to the magic fixture comes off, some anomaly comes along and she dies instantly.
The girl was only able to live in a limited number of places.
No, does that mean he lived it?
If you say so, that room is the girl's body. Everything but the brain is just bribed with the magic apparatus there. Then it is not she who lives, but the magic apparatus of the inorganic room?
I thought about such unproductive things and felt that those working inorganically were more alive than I was just waiting for the time to pass for the prank.
That's how the girl lived five years.
Days without hope, just seeing a world that breaks in unending wars.
─ ─ I wish you'd let me die.
It wasn't once or twice that I felt neglected about the benefactor who was supposed to have saved the girl that way.
But at some point, one hope was sprouting in her heart.
To the girl who lived a day of despair, Krakbael came to boast, as he did every day, of his research results.
What Krakbael makes was really varied in use, ranging from convenient tools that can be used for life to demonic guidance weapons. Most of them were substitutes made with theories that didn't make sense to the girl, but I felt at a young age that Krakberg was full of enthusiasm and awesome, even if I didn't know what it was about.
So I hoped it would be appropriate.
This guy would take me someday...
other power. It also shamed her that she had such hope in her being kept alive after having her life saved.
So it was an unshakeable fact that I never uttered it, but still only whenever Krakberg's bragging had changed to her hopes.
And the biggest turning point for the girl is coming.
That was one day when the girl had gone to bed and six years had passed.
"I can give you a body that can move again."
What Krakberg brought that day was not research results, but hope itself.
The body, which cannot satisfy this meal alone either, may move freely again. No one is given such hope and does not jump. No matter how impossible it is and how close it is to limitless lies, reaching for a glimmer of light that plunges into despair is the psychology of the irresistible.
But there was certainty in the girl.
There is no medical care to grow lost limbs. There is no magic.
But his greatest specialty - magic engineering - is what he creates.
Tools for people, appliances, and weapons.
He has always been a creator. So, in Seaterra, there was a strong certainty.
This is the last I asked Krakbael.
'Even if we're supposed to stop humans?
That's when the girl first saw a grid in Krakberg's eyes.
I didn't know that I suspected that my invention would help people, and that was the first time he had shown me the grid.
If the girl's hand had moved, she would have held it and told you she was right. I would have affirmed everything and pushed his back.
But the girl, who couldn't even support her, bit her teeth and said,
"Still, if I can help you"
If this immobile body becomes movable, it will labor him.
It was only trivial for a girl, such as stopping being a person, if only to be given something back to him who couldn't give anything back.
To the girl's answer, Krakberg said nothing and nodded quietly.
Then a few days later, the day came.
Surgery was not easy. A divine place of work where the body itself is also abandoned and consciousness is transferred only to another flesh.
That's when she was reborn. ─ ─ From people to automata.
The view was different. Taste, smell and pain were replaced by numbers. Memories turned into records. I no longer need food. The blood was gone and replaced with magic.
I'm not a person anymore. The feeling struck her as soon as she woke up.
But it wasn't grief or anything, it was joy.
Oh, now I can help.
The ability of a body that can move, a high-performance brain that only an automata can do, can help him.
Compared to the joy of being able to move, accumulate, and be useful, what is so small and irrelevant about being a person?
There were unspeakable emotions there, such as gratitude.
Then, as an assistant to Krakberg, my days of learning magic guidance engineering begin.
Full days.
Until then, no one could understand the elusive thoughts of Krakberg.
I was able to cook and carry meals to Krakbaer, where I worked without a break.
It gave her the fullness that she could have been the only one in Krakberg.
What happened in the middle of that was the birth of the Evil God.
Krakberg ran around the world to save survivors everywhere.
Of course she didn't have the strength to fight either, but still didn't leave for a moment and went around with it.
But after the Evil God War was over, what I was waiting for her to do was say goodbye to Krakberg.
She did not object.
Time has passed, gratitude has been faithful, respect has been respectful, not because it has changed.
Because Krakberg had the same eyes as that day.
I had the exact same eyes as the day I first showed you the grid, but without giving you a different choice than that day, I gave you an order.
The order serves as a guide. The last job given to me by Krakbael.
She doesn't know much about it. I was taught just the role, sealed my memory and heart.
Why did it need to be sealed?
Krakberg said this was also one trial, but I don't know the truth.
She didn't ask me anything.
I just kept waiting in the ground of the island where I spent time with him, with absolute loyalty to Krakberg.
That is the living trajectory of the girl given the name Seaterra.
─ ─ Labyrinth 10 tier.
The scene was quiet after hearing stories of the memory of Thetera remembering as she suppressed the sudden re-emergence of the Hierarchist and the abandoned demonic stones and materials scattered across the floor.
her overly spectacular life. The life of a single magician named Krakbaer who saved her, the victim of an ancient war.
In Ray, his impression of Krakbael changed dramatically.
Now, I felt like I could see the respect Sheetera had for Krakberg, even though she had been sealed in her memory, that she felt like she had gone too far occasionally.
So, Ray thinks.
Krakberg wondered if the millennia of months had sealed her memory and heart so that she would not kill her alone.
As Ray could not be broken by losing his memory.
I didn't feel like that kind of tenderness was hidden there because I knew Charstena, who kept living in solitude.
But the truth is, he's the only one who knows. Yes, he's the only...
In the end, what the deceased thought and acted upon cannot be more than inferred from the way the deceased lived or from the deeds he accomplished.
'... Master, please forgive me for accepting after the fact. But let's dare ask. Are you prepared to discover the secret truth?
"... does that mean admitting it? That Krakberg hid the truth in this land."
Ray reacts visibly to Seatella's words. Sheitella nodded cocklessly.
'... Yes. I don't even know what Master Krakberg hid, but he said knowing the truth is synonymous with carrying the world. Is the master ready to carry the world?
That's also her guess. But it is an unlimited speculation close to the truth.
Then he asked Krakbael if he was prepared to carry the world, and he was in the ray for that.
"─ There's nothing like that."
That was an honest, untrue answer.
I am not prepared to bear the world. Because there are many other people who deserve to bear it. God, the king, in a more responsible position than Ray, a man of strength.
Most importantly, it's not a pattern.
"I just want to know. Know the truth and then think about what to do later. As a result, I can't carry the fate of the world alone."
To carry the world, my back is too small.
Doubt in myself that I couldn't even protect what I wanted to protect. To carry alone, the burden of the world was too heavy.
"I'm going to be here with my people. Sheetera, you included."
That's why Ray reaches out. Reach out to someone because you know there are limits to a vessel called yourself.
"So I'm not prepared to bear it alone. I'm sorry, but let me get involved. If that's what you're ready for, you're ready."
But it is also another preparation.
If the brave man who is supposed to be dead is alive and waiting for us to come, I want him to see me. It's so hard to watch.
I can't even honestly be afraid that my hopes will turn to despair, because of her.
So at least Ray believes it. Take her there with certainty. But when it wasn't, I'd be her support so she wouldn't fall into the dark.
I'm prepared to have this with someone like that.
'Okay. It sounds like a master's answer. As a guide, do your best to help.'
"Does that mean you were given the right to be tried?
'No, you don't qualify. There are only equally harsh trials. This is the place to measure if there is a vessel just to get over it, and where to polish the vessel. Not from the beginning, such as qualifications'
"Then why are you asking such a question?
'I think you already have the master with you for that answer. Lady Krakberg also expected you to do so.'
…………
Guess what Thetera's trying to say, mouth-watering Ray. The mouth was distorted in a way that didn't seem interesting.
'Now let's begin our second trial. Now, up to 20 layers, it becomes an area of large species. Only for the masters, don't worry, but be careful not to be overwhelmed by physical differences. And at dawn, when all trials have been exceeded, I promise to give you what the masters want, that is, the truth hidden in this labyrinth. "
The second trial - what Thetera told us - was exactly what Anna and the others who had moved on had told us. Perhaps this means measuring the vessel. Can you show the strength of unbeatable physical difference against a large demon?
Picking a skirt and bowing gracefully, Seatella will probably see it as a guide.
No, is she the only one watching?
We still have no certainty, but if the trial is achieved through the destruction of the Hierarchist, the Li-Start phenomenon will have been intentionally triggered by the Rays as they reach the 10th Hierarchy. It's hard to believe that she was doing it before she regained her memory.
Then there's someone else, or even a mechanical gaze at the Rays.
When Ray tried to pursue it, he said he couldn't do anything bad unless he made it clear.
"─ Hey... What are you talking about now?
From the entrance of the stairs climbing to the upper level, the adventurers that Rays helped and the first-degree explorers of [the Red Lion], starting with the baroque they brought, appeared with suspicious eyes.
─ ─ Changed location, guild reception.
"Hey, I'm asking you what's going on!
Ray sitting on a soft elastic sofa. Before that, a man with an angry face baroque and a tannic face. A pretty good figure, he's the head of this world's biggest guild. I mean, he's the guild leader.
His name is Grag Ben Tynak.
In the kingdom of Nasmareto, persons of non-civilian status are determined to include such a shortened name in their middle name. Ben is treated as an intermediate nobleman in the fourth floor among them, but it is as a sign of friendship between the kingdom of Naremast and the guild that he was given that identity, virtually exclusively by name.
Next to Ray, on the other hand, were the Gilks, who were made to sit in the same way and decide on the dull.
The Baroques, who rushed to support the Li Start phenomenon on the 10th level, were asked some of Krakberg's records, and as a result, they were forced to take us this far. And at Baroque's request, which took a heavy look at the situation, he even came out to the guild chief, who was being chased by paperwork, and this situation.
But Baroque's indulgence bag was on the verge of being torn apart by the Rays, who still didn't try to crack their mouths.
"Come on, you guys! You think it's gonna end if you keep your mouth shut?
A wristlet and a knit that shook my body in a baroque with a van and a hard slap on my desk. In contrast, Ray, sitting in the front of the baroque, did not make one move like the wind blowing where.
Seeing such a ray, the guild length sitting next to him broke in softly.
"Come on, come on... I know you wouldn't miss it as an adventurer, but they didn't do anything wrong, did they?
"Chi......"
Baroque singled his tongue and turned that way in a grumpy mood. You can say that the reason he remembers being so frustrated so far is because of Ray, who decided to make a fool of himself. Even though it was force majeure, there was no excuse for Sheetera's presence to be exposed and interrogated to the content of the story.
…………
So Ray decided to settle for complete deception. If you don't get through without knowing, you don't have to give me any more information.
Because even though you exposed it, the other person doesn't know everything about it.
"... you're not going to tell me anything like this?
"... oh"
"So you think we'll be convinced? Isn't he holding some kind of secret from this labyrinth?
…………
"... Not good again. Come on, or I'm gonna force you to throw up, okay?
Guillotine and sharply reinforced gaze. To give it back, Ray also created another swordswallowing atmosphere.
"Stop fighting in the guild. I don't want any more trouble."
"It's not a fight. This is a problem for all adventurers in the labyrinth. If Li-Start was induced by this woman, you can't just sit here and watch her."
"That's true... and this is the place you set up to discuss it. Grow up, Baroque."
Guild chief persuades Baroque to hang a stop. I cannot imagine from the calm waist and its round body, but I was once one of those who made a name for himself in this land as a courageous seeker.
So Baroque's unspeakable danger, except for his position as guild leader, cannot be missed, but forcing him to ask is an option he doesn't want to take in position.
─ And there it is.
"If... I heard that [the reincarnated immortal] was brought in here, may I come in"
Together with Knock, the voice of the intervener echoed indoors that everyone had not expected.
"This voice... Huh!
Running out toward the door, Baroque quickly opens the door, where he drips his head.
"We're out of time, [King Yingjie]!
There he was, the big man with the grey haired ship eyes. It was a living legend, Balatio Legal.
He broke his hips at right angles, looked at the baroque lowering his head, and placed his hand on his chin.
"Hmm... [Red Lion Claws] Was it? I'm sorry, I've forgotten so much lately, I forgot my name. I'm sorry."
"That's not...! I'm not active enough for you to remember my name. It's my fault. And just two names, I'm honored!
Ray had a vestige of Baroque's appearance. Yes, the emotion that King Yingjie remembered his name the day he came to this city.
After all, the admirer of all adventurers is this man. It's not like Ray, whose name sold a little bit and she started getting thistled. Under this circumstance, I have myself chewing on the joy of seeing you again.
King Yingjie, who receives such envy all by himself, noticed Ray's gaze and asked Baroque when he laughed a little.
"Well... by the way, I don't know what happened, but he was brought here. Listen, I'm a little concerned. Can I join the conversation, too?
"Well, of course it is! No, it's more like I'm here."
Baroque, speaking all over, let his gaze wander from nervousness or away or this way.
King Yingjie came into the room with his shoulder slapped like that.
"Well, thank you. What about the guild leader? Would you mind?
"This is as important as it is for all adventurers. If I could stay with you, I wouldn't be here or wishing."
"Right. So what about you guys? If you don't like the intervention of a third party, I'm leaving..."
With that said, King Yingjie asked the Rays, but his gaze was only directed at one person, Ray.
"... before I answer that, I want to hear one"
"Hmm... what is it?
"If... if you had a clue to the unknown, what would you do with it?
Ray would say it badly but monopolize it. Because I can't afford to look out for the risk of publishing it.
But what would this man, who can be called the adventurer himself, do?
That bothered me, and Ray was asking.
"... a difficult question, but if you dare to narrow it down to something called a labyrinth, you will publish it"
"How could that be?
"Because we are comrades assembled for one purpose. We're competing over who can attack this labyrinth, but we're not hostile. We're buddies."
"But some guys don't think so. There must be someone trying to take it away."
Naturally there are those who kick down others than it is competition. That's more inevitable than people have greed.
In that sense, Ray's thinking is right. It's the truth of a different position from Baroque's.
"Still, you're saying we're going public?
"Whatever. For a man like that, you just have to show strength. More than challenging the labyrinth, that's one guiding principle that protects you and your people. But like I said before, people look at all the bad sides. Seeing as no one likes you on the other hand is somewhat narrow."
With that said, King Yingjie sent his gaze to Baroque.
"For example, he is a truly companion explorer. Individuals have the strength to indulge in the top in labyrinth cities, but they know the importance of people's connections the more they go beyond the hedges of the clan to mount a labyrinth attack."
Baroque was scratching his head in the light of the compliment of King Yingjie on letting go. Not so much, he didn't think it was appreciated. My cheeks are a little loose.
"You think he's on the hostile side again, too?
Asked, Ray thought.
The sun is still shallow since I met Baroque. It is too short for mutual trust to arise.
But I guess he's still a good guy, I guess. He politely told the newcomers who came to the labyrinth about the city, and he didn't do anything to force them to do anything.
"... probably won't"
"Right. Then why don't I talk to you? I'm sure he'll be on your side."
To King Yingjie, who told him to teach, Ray thought silently for a while, then set aside his time and nodded.
King Yingjie, who sat deeply in the chair, as well as Baroque and the guild chief, had listened to what Ray revealed.
The content of the story is, of course, about the labyrinth and Seaterra. Ray told me exactly what he thought it was okay to tell me about the existence of Krakberg, which had something to do with both of them.
"I mean, what.... you mean a genius from a long time ago or a freak made this labyrinth? So, you're telling me that the person he converted into a demonic prop is the lady there now?
Baroque in the way I said it was incredible to Russia. The guild chief had a similar face again, but King Yingjie wore an arm and looked intrigued at Seaterra.
"... it was a really interesting story. I've heard his name several times too, but I've never heard of his relationship with the labyrinth. And, of course, beings like her."
If King Yingjie didn't know, none of the adventurers would know besides the Rays. Even then, we know that the importance and danger of this story are high together.
Until I heard the story, it was Baroque and Alliance chiefs who had been thinking only about the causes of the Li Start phenomenon and how to respond to it, but now they were bothering their heads more about what happens by publishing it.
Simply put, the seizure of Thetera, which is no more than two in the world that Ray was concerned about. I am the one who thinks there are many in this city.
As a result, it's not a labyrinth offense, but a trigger for warfare between clans.
"But the ruins... I hadn't really got my hands on you, but I got interested. If the recorded footage is still hidden, is it worth looking for... No, either way, I'd like to see it with this eye once and for all. Was the place a city called the Archtier of the Empire?
"Yeah, but... you're not gonna go?
"No matter. Someone I know specializes in so-called metastatic magic. In a few days, you'll be able to come and go."
Shall I say audacious, King Yingjie, who has a different sentiment than the Baroques, in front of the trigger of war?
That's exactly the style of the king. Probably doesn't even see it as a big problem.
"But before I do, I want to invite you to my clan. That's what I was going to do today, and I was looking for you. There's someone I want you to meet."
"What... now?
I've heard that story before, and yet I wonder if it is now, Ray puts on a troubled face.
"I'm sorry, at my convenience. They made me wait at home. If I don't get you back soon, she'll piss me off."
"I don't mind if that's the case..."
For once, I looked at my people, but they don't want to pinch their mouths, and Gilk and others just nod back at me saying go.
But on the other hand, it was the Baroques who were in trouble. They raised their voice there, thinking that King Yingjie was going to do something about it, even though it was sweet.
"Hey, hey, wait, King Yingjie! What the hell are you doing? I'm not going home like this..."
I thought no way to King Yingjie, taking a ray like Teng himself who had carried the problem, and trying to leave the scene, but was anxious that he was willing to do nothing like this, Baroque hastily waited.
To that call, King Yingjie stops in front of the door and looks back.
"I just broke in. I don't do anything. Do as you like. [M] Chief Guild, in view of the safety of the adventurers and their predicament, I think you should be able to strike a hand that would be beneficial to both of them, but what do you think?
Asked, the guild leader puts a complex mood on his face.
Responsibilities as guild leader and trust and respect for King Yingjie as one adventurer.
In the meantime, the guild leader swayed, answering slightly with his eyelids dropped.
"... let's do something good"
"Hmm... let's hope and wait for the good news"
That said, King Yingjie, who opens the door with Gachari and goes outside, and Ray, who, with a troubled face, later tells him with a small hand gesture to say hello and follow him.
And they dropped it off, and they threw it all round, and they took a deep sigh of what was going on.