Chapter 4: Resolve

“Ugh…!”

“Emmy, aren’t you straining too much?”

“Shut up, I’m concentrating here!”

“But your image is still vague, perhaps you should start over from the beginning…”

Ange and Tortte surrounded a desk, offering advice to Emmy as she practiced 《Barrier》.

Sometime along the way, these children had started teaching each other voluntarily.

“The results are better than I expected…”

I was satisfied and surprised by my students’ growth.

I knew they possessed promising talents. Still, I hadn’t anticipated them progressing so smoothly. I had even developed a new worry – my plans were being disrupted because they were improving too quickly.

“Though, they are already adults…”

It wouldn't do to keep treating them like children. If I judged that they had acquired the skills I considered necessary, I should treat them as equals.

That’s why, after dinner, I asked them to stay behind, telling them I had something to discuss.

“What’s the matter? Master,” Tortte asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

“The matter concerns your futures. You have grown faster than I anticipated. Now that you have reached the minimum level of skill I require, I believe we must discuss what comes next,” I explained, my tone serious.

“Futures, you say…” Emmy echoed, her brow furrowed slightly.

“First, I should explain what I intend to do. For the time being, my goal is to conquer and purify the Great Dradott Mountain Range,” I stated, laying out my objectives.

As soon as I said that, all three of them visibly paled. Emmy, frowning deeply, was the first to speak.

“…Normally, I’d say that’s impossible, but coming from Master, who has actually accomplished things we thought were impossible, it’s hard to dismiss it outright.”

Emmy massaged her temples as if to ward off a headache, then let out a deep sigh.

Come to think of it, while she used to frequently shout and yell, that had become less frequent lately. I’d like to think it was a sign of improved mutual understanding.

“Why are you aiming for something so extreme in the first place, Master?” Ange asked, her tone a mix of curiosity and concern.

“For a Saint to conquer a forbidden dungeon single-handedly… that achievement is absolutely necessary to fulfill my purpose,” I explained, my voice firm.

“Why go to such lengths?” Emmy pressed, her tone demanding.

“Let’s clarify something then. Who owns dungeons?” I asked, turning the question back to them.

“…Isn’t it the country?” Tortte ventured, her voice hesitant.

“Correct. Dungeons are owned and managed by the country. Therefore, no dungeon can be conquered without national authorization. Even conquering the Great Dradott Mountain Range is only barely permitted because I am the lord of this territory. To conquer any other dungeon, I would need permission from the nation. I intend to demonstrate that dungeon conquest is possible and use that as a bargaining chip,” I elaborated, revealing my strategy.

“…Bargaining chip, you say?” Tortte repeated, her expression thoughtful.

“Tortte, I believe Master is aiming for the support of nobles who are troubled by the existence of dungeons,” Ange interjected, her voice insightful.

“Correct, Ange,” I affirmed, praising Ange for her accurate deduction. Ange’s lips curved into a slight smile, a fleeting expression of happiness. It was momentary, but I didn't miss it. Her composure quickly returned, but I had noticed.

“Currently, the Holy Kingdom is focused on defending the cities in the center of the country. This inevitably means reduced military strength in the regions. Naturally, this implies that dungeon management will likely be neglected in many areas,” I continued, explaining the wider context.

“So, Master is going to take over that responsibility?” Emmy asked, her brow furrowed in understanding.

“Yes, Emmy, exactly. If I accumulate achievements and gain trust and support, it might become possible to challenge dungeons freely. That is my goal,” I stated, reiterating my ambition.

“However, the current royal family will likely glare at you for this. They’ll dislike the idea of a Saint possessing enough power to act independently…” Ange murmured, her expression somber.

That was a significant obstacle to achieving my goal. The will of the royal family was practically the will of the nation. Going against it could mean turning the entire country into an enemy.

“Even so, neglecting dungeons is more dangerous. I am proceeding with the understanding that I may clash with the nation. If dungeons are left unattended, and they begin to connect with each other, it could become unmanageable for the nation to handle even before it recovers,” I stated, emphasizing the urgency of the situation.

“That… is true,” Tortte agreed, her voice subdued.

“Dungeon fusion is a problem even in the Demon Kingdom. As Master says, they shouldn't be left unattended,” Emmy added, her tone serious.

“Does the change in national policy hinder things?” Ange inquired, seeking to understand the political implications.

“Originally, there was a faction that focused on the usefulness of special materials obtained only from dungeons and materials from monsters. They argue that instead of purifying dungeons, they should be managed by culling monsters to acquire valuable resources. This faction’s influence, combined with policies to protect Saints, is one of the reasons why the Saints’ status has declined,” I explained, delving into the political background.

Saints, by their very nature, are dependent on talent, so their numbers cannot be easily increased. And while Saints are indispensable for purifying dungeons, they also have other essential roles.  Knights’ roles can be substituted by hiring mercenaries or adventurers, but Saints cannot be so easily replaced.

The nation prioritized the stability of major cities, even at the cost of dungeon purification. It was an unavoidable choice, I believe.  It’s hard to argue against prioritizing national stability. However, that didn’t mean we could ignore the potential problems brewing for the future.

“The incident of failing to purify the ‘Shrine of the Gods’ is being exploited, isn’t it…” Ange murmured, recognizing the political maneuverings.

“Besides dungeon purification, Saints also have important duties in maintaining and defending cities. They are irreplaceable personnel, after all…” I added, reinforcing the importance of Saints beyond just dungeons.

“So, Master is taking action?” Emmy concluded, understanding my intentions.

“There may still be some leeway, but I don’t know when that leeway will disappear. If monsters start overflowing from the ‘Shrine of the Gods,’ imagine the damage it would inflict on the Holy Kingdom… That’s why I want to act as quickly as possible. And that’s why the achievement of a Saint conquering a dungeon single-handedly becomes necessary,” I stated, reiterating the need for my actions.

“But, if you purify dungeons without permission, won’t your position become precarious?” Emmy asked, her brow furrowed with concern.

“Undoubtedly, it will become precarious. If I go around purifying dungeons across the land without authorization, the nation will try to capture me. At worst, it could be punishable by death for treason,” I admitted, acknowledging the risks involved.

“But Master isn’t doing anything wrong…” Tortte protested, her voice filled with worry.

“Tortte, confronting authority is quite difficult, you see,” I explained gently, trying to make her understand the complexities of dealing with power structures.

I believe I am right, but it goes against the current royal family's policies.

And if I am deemed right, it could imply that the royal family is wrong. If that is interpreted as insult or rebellion, it could severely restrict my actions. Therefore, I want to gain approval from the royal family.

“Therefore, I will take a second-best approach. If dungeons cannot be purified, culling is the only option, and the most efficient way to do that is to subjugate the Guardian of the Core,” I explained, outlining my strategy.

“Guardian of the Core?” Tortte asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Before I could answer, Emmy spoke up, “Dungeon Cores are protected by Guardians. Simply put, they’re the bosses of dungeons. They are powerful individuals influenced by the ‘Distortion of the World,’ and defeating them can significantly weaken a dungeon’s power.”

“Exactly,” I confirmed, nodding in agreement with Emmy’s explanation.

“Dungeon purification is restricted by the nation. So, you’re aiming to subjugate the Guardian of the Core instead…” Ange deduced, understanding the strategic shift.

“Precisely, Ange. The Holy Kingdom is hesitant to conquer dungeons because they lack sufficient knights and Saints. Originally, it was common for knight orders to advance while protecting Saints. However, in the current situation, where the number of Saints and knights has dwindled due to the incident four years ago, this approach is not viable. Therefore, subjugating the Guardian of the Core is the best option we can take now,” I stated, explaining the rationale behind targeting the Core Guardians.

“Then, does that mean we also need to become strong enough to fight the Guardian of the Core?” Tortte asked, her voice slightly anxious.

“No, that depends on you,” I replied, my tone leaving room for their own choices.

“Wasn’t Master raising us for that purpose? As successors…?” Ange asked, seeking clarification on my intentions.

“I won’t deny it. However, I will not force that upon you. This goes against the policies advocated by the nation. Some will emerge who believe that the appearance of a Saint like me will negatively influence the next generation. In other words, it means directly opposing authority,” I explained, emphasizing the gravity of the path I was choosing.

I was well aware of what I was attempting to do. That’s why I needed to ask them.

Whether they were willing to follow the same path as me. Whether they were prepared to make that commitment.

“I don’t have the influence to change national policy. However, time continues to pass while we sit idly by. And I am not well-behaved enough to endure that,” I declared, my voice firm with resolve.

“Isn’t ‘not well-behaved’ a bit of an understatement…?” Emmy muttered, her brow furrowed.

“That is precisely why the path you take from now on should be chosen by yourselves. I am aware of the recklessness of my actions, and I cannot force anyone who does not wish to join me,” I explained, underlining the voluntary nature of their choice.

This choice was my own selfish desire. I simply wanted to achieve my goal, no matter what.

No matter the reasons given, I could never back down. I wouldn't care even if my actions were condemned.

But, that didn’t mean I could force those close to me to follow suit. Above all, they were still young. They had countless paths available to them.

“With your current abilities, you could remain here in my stead and live modestly. Or, you could return to the center and build your own positions, wielding your unique abilities that other Saints lack,” I offered, presenting alternative paths.

“Master…” Tortte murmured, her voice soft with emotion.

“You could even abandon your duties as Saints and go on a journey. I trained you so that you could choose your own path with your own power. Not a path dictated by someone else, not a path desired by someone else, but a path where you can decide how you want to be,” I concluded, emphasizing the importance of their autonomy.

Still, if they were to say they would walk the same path as me, I would gladly entrust my back to them.

Though I wouldn’t voice it, that was what I hoped for. But, equally, I also hoped they would live peacefully in a safe place.

That’s why I wanted to give them a choice.

“Hah! You’re just saying whatever you want, Master!” Emmy exclaimed, her tone defiant, almost challenging.

Just as I was confirming my own thoughts, Emmy spoke up, brimming with a combative spirit, “I haven’t surpassed you yet. I’d be annoyed if you disappeared before I thought I had, and dungeon conquest is the perfect opportunity to test my skills. For demons, conquering a dungeon is also proof of a hero. So, well, basically, my goals align with Master’s! That’s why, without you even asking, I’m going with you!”

Emmy spoke as if making excuses, trying to hide her true feelings. The sight of her face flushing red after saying that was rather endearing.

Then, following Emmy, Ange spoke, her gaze direct and unwavering.

“My feelings are the same as Emmy’s. Master, there is still so much I wish to learn from you. I believe that learning will guide me to what I must do. Therefore, please allow me to become your strength in achieving that goal,” Ange declared, her tone earnest and resolute.

Perhaps it was because Emmy and Ange had voiced their opinions, but Tortte, as if spurred on, also spoke.

“…I think I would have died if Master hadn’t taken me in. Master gave me, who was on the verge of death, a second life. For these past three years, Master has taught me how to live. Was it because you wanted me to be able to choose for myself?” Tortte asked, seeking confirmation.

“Yes, that’s right,” I confirmed, nodding gently.

“Then, I want to help Master with my own will,” Tortte declared, her voice clear and firm.

“The path I am about to take is not an easy one, you know? We may be pursued by the nation, and we may lose our lives. Are you still willing to proceed?” I asked, reiterating the dangers.

There was no hesitation. Tortte nodded earnestly, her expression resolute.

Accepting their words, I placed my hand on my chest, as if confirming the joy welling up from deep within.

I was truly blessed with excellent disciples. To repay this bond, I must act as a teacher worthy of them.

“…Thank you. I am sincerely grateful for your resolve. I, too, will train you even harder with all my might,” I declared, my voice filled with renewed determination.

“That’s what I want!” Emmy exclaimed, a grin spreading across her face.

“We are in your care,” Ange replied, bowing her head respectfully.

“I will do my best!” Tortte added, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

“Then, starting tomorrow, after farm work, you will all fight me until you collapse,” I announced, outlining their intensified training regimen.

“…Huh?” Emmy blinked, her initial enthusiasm fading.

“…Eh?” Ange echoed, her composed demeanor faltering slightly.

“…Yes?” Tortte stammered, her voice filled with confusion.

Oh dear, something was amiss. The momentum they had just built up seemed to have deflated instantly.

Had my words not been conveyed properly? Perhaps I needed to explain further.

“It’s alright. I certainly won’t take your lives, and I will heal even the most grievous injuries, so please rest assured,” I reassured them, trying to alleviate their concerns.

“Master…? What part of that is supposed to be reassuring…?” Emmy asked, her voice laced with disbelief.

“She just said something ominous,” Ange murmured, her expression troubled.

“…It seems we must brace ourselves from tomorrow onwards,” Tortte sighed, resignation in her voice.

“Areee~?” Tortte whimpered, her earlier enthusiasm completely evaporated.

It wasn’t as if I had said it to inspire such grim resolve, but communicating my intentions was proving to be as difficult as ever.

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“Hiyah—!”

“Quite sharp. A good strike, Emmy,” I praised, deflecting her attack.

With a spirited shout, Emmy launched a punch. Without breaking its momentum, I parried it aside.

As soon as I evaded Emmy’s attack, Ange pressed forward without a moment's pause. I intercepted the sword she swung down with a barrier deployed on my palm, attempting to halt her movement by pushing downwards.

“Emmy!” I called out, coordinating our attack.

“Hah!” Emmy responded, leaping back into the fray.

I attempted to strike Ange in retaliation, but Emmy, having regained her footing, unleashed a kick aimed directly at my face.

I lowered my stance, evading Emmy’s kick, and simultaneously used the barrier deployed on the sole of my foot to further press Ange's sword into the ground.

However, Ange swiftly retreated her sword and leaped backward before I could fully pin her down.

In response, I aimed a sweep at the supporting leg of Emmy, who had just launched a kick. She managed to jump and evade it at the last moment, but the forced jump threw her off balance.

Clenching my fist, I launched an uppercut at Emmy. The fist connected squarely with her body, sending her flying into the air.

“Guagh…!” Emmy grunted, the impact winded her.

“You managed to defend?” I noted, observing her resilience.

It seemed Emmy had barely managed to deploy 《Barrier》 to cushion the blow, but from the feedback, I could tell that she had only managed to barely mitigate the force.

While Emmy was airborne, I searched for Tortte. Their coordinated assault was only possible thanks to Tortte’s 《Blessing》 support. Therefore, Tortte was the one I should eliminate first.

They were well aware of who their lifeline was. So, as soon as I moved as if to target Tortte, they immediately moved forward to block me from approaching her.

As the two moved to the front, Tortte maintained her distance, watching my movements warily. When our eyes met, she showed a strained expression, but Ange quickly stepped in to break the tense moment.

“Here I come!” Ange declared, brandishing her sword.

“Come then,” I responded, ready to meet her challenge.

With the declaration, Ange charged at me. Her speed was commendable, and her sword skills were sharp, aimed precisely at me. Yet, they were still not enough to truly capture me.

I transformed the 《Barrier》 deployed on my hand into a blade-like shape, clashing it against Ange’s sword.

Barriers collided, producing sounds akin to clashing swords. As we traded blows, Ange's expression contorted, and her breathing grew ragged. Not missing the opportunity, I closed the distance and slammed a palm strike into her abdomen.

“Gah—!?” Ange gasped, recoiling from the blow.

“Ange!” Emmy cried out, witnessing her comrade’s setback.

As Ange was sent flying, Emmy pressed her attack again from behind.

I caught her swiftly approaching fist with my hand. The force was not to be underestimated; the impact threatened to numb my hand.

“You are getting sharper day by day. You are not to be underestimated,” I remarked, acknowledging her improvement.

“Easy for you to say when you can just casually block it…!” Emmy retorted, her voice strained.

“Because I am your teacher,” I stated, a hint of amusement in my tone.

“Grr, infuriating…!” Emmy growled, her brows furrowed in frustration. Appreciating her spirited reaction, I used the momentum of catching her fist to pull her forward and throw her.

Emmy, unable to regain her balance after being thrown, tumbled across the ground.

“This, brute strength!” Emmy exclaimed, her voice filled with exasperation.

“I could say the same to you, a Vivre,” I countered, amused by her complaint.

“I don’t want to hear that from someone who’s practically given up on being human!” Emmy shot back, her tone sharp.

“Indeed, you are absolutely correct!” Tortte chimed in, agreeing wholeheartedly from the sidelines.

Emmy and Ange once again closed in, flanking me from both sides. Dealing with both simultaneously was, admittedly, challenging. Well, difficult, but still within my capabilities.

I intercepted Emmy and Ange’s attacks, seizing their wrists and pulling their hands together, forcing their foreheads to collide.

The impact of their heads clashing dulled their movements. Exploiting that fleeting opening, I first threw Emmy aside, followed by kicking Ange away.

Both of them tumbled away, unable to properly break their falls, leaving Tortte unguarded.

“Tortte, here I come,” I announced, turning my attention to her.

“D-don’t come any closer!” Tortte cried out, brandishing her staff defensively, preparing to intercept me.

However, while her movements were not bad, they were still a level below Emmy and Ange. I saw through Tortte’s movements, exploited an opening, and slammed a powerful palm strike into her abdomen.

“Ugh…!?” Tortte gasped, her body arching from the impact.

“Keep your focus,” I commanded, ensuring she didn’t lose consciousness.

I followed up with another strike as her body lifted off the ground. To my surprise, she flew back further than expected.

Tortte rolled across the ground but managed to get back on her feet, attempting to regain her stance. I see, she deliberately flew back to lessen the impact.

Just as I was about to press my attack, Ange, having recovered, deployed a barrier, obstructing my advance. In that gap, Emmy surged forward, unleashing a relentless barrage to halt my movements.

“Tortte! Healing! Ange, cover!” Emmy shouted, coordinating their counterattack.

“O-okay!” Tortte responded, understanding her role.

“Emmy! Ten seconds, please!” Ange requested, bracing herself to defend.

“Eight seconds, that’s my limit!” Emmy declared, pushing herself to her limit.

“Emmy. Your judgment is sound, but you could afford to be a bit more assertive there, you know?” I pointed out, offering tactical advice amidst the combat.

“Shut up! You monster…!” Emmy retorted, her voice strained with exertion.

Emmy, calling Master a monster is perhaps a bit much?

In protest, I parried Emmy’s attack and then seized her body, forcefully slamming her into the ground.

“Gah…! …Ugh, aah…” Emmy groaned, winded and defeated.

“Emmy!” Ange cried out again, witnessing Emmy’s fall.

“First one down,” I stated, noting Emmy’s incapacitation.

Emmy, slammed into the ground, glared at me as if I were her mortal enemy, but that seemed to be the extent of her resistance. She slumped, her body limp on the ground.

“Tortte, 《Blessing》 all of it to Emmy! I’ll hold out somehow until then…!” Ange shouted, shifting her strategy.

“Y-yes!” Tortte responded, understanding the change in tactics.

Ange positioned herself in front of Tortte, deploying a barrier at full power to protect them. While she focused on defense, Tortte presumably intended to heal Emmy.

I immediately assaulted Ange’s barrier. Against the barrier that pushed back to resist the force of my fist, I deployed 《Barrier》 myself, engaging barrier against barrier.

Twisting my fist as if to tear through it, I rotated my fist, grinding through Ange’s barrier. As the shattering sound of the barrier collapsing echoed, I closed the distance to Ange, who had been momentarily frozen, and struck her throat with a powerful blow.

“Gah…!” Ange gasped, her breath catching in her throat.

“Second one down,” I declared, noting Ange’s incapacitation as well.

Ange’s breath hitched for a moment, and she froze, momentarily paralyzed. Exploiting that instant, I swept her legs, throwing her off balance.

As Ange fell backward, suspended in mid-air, I placed my hand on her head and slammed her down onto the ground.

“Ange…!” Tortte cried out, her voice filled with despair at Ange's defeat, her movements faltering.

“It’s over,” I stated, ending the training session.

Taking advantage of Tortte’s momentary distraction caused by Ange's defeat, I landed a decisive blow to her abdomen. Tortte crumpled, folding over in pain.

As I looked down at Tortte, who was convulsing while coughing repeatedly, I noticed that the grip on her staff hadn’t weakened.

The light emanating from the staff was a telltale sign— 《Blessing》 was about to be activated—Tortte still hadn’t given up!

“—Emmmyyy!” Tortte screamed, her voice strained.

“Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!” Emmy roared in response to Tortte’s cry. With a terrifying intensity, she attacked from behind, her expression contorted with desperation.

Exhausted, battered, and bruised – words failed to adequately describe her wretched state, yet the light in her eyes remained undimmed.

Her body should have been broken, yet her movements were becoming sharper. In every moment, I could feel her strength increasing.

How to describe the emotion welling up from within me with each surge of her power?

“Get up already, Ange!” Emmy yelled, spurring her comrade on.

“Ange! Wake up!” Tortte echoed, rushing to Ange’s side and casting 《Blessing》 as she called out to her.

As if called back by their voices, Ange stirred and rose. Stumbling, using her sword as a support, she stood up, her expression as desperate as Emmy’s, and charged once more.

Their focus, pushed to the limit, was overriding the fatigue and damage accumulated in their bodies. The two of them moved with a sharpness honed beyond their previous limits.

Supporting them both was Tortte. Maintaining her distance to avoid being caught by me, she never faltered in her support of her comrades.

The three of them were becoming increasingly synchronized. The gaps in their defenses were shrinking. Like building blocks, they continued to challenge me, stacking one layer of improvement upon another.

“—Splendid,” I murmured, the word of praise escaping my lips naturally.

Their growth had been truly remarkable. They supported each other, influencing and propelling each other’s growth.

They naturally grasped their respective roles, each striving to do their best in their assigned position.

Easy to say, difficult to execute. Watching them tackle such a difficult challenge with unwavering determination was truly something for a teacher to be proud of.

“Haa… huff… huff… …Not… yet…!” Emmy gasped, her breathing ragged. Her body swayed unsteadily, but then she suddenly accelerated, surging towards me with renewed vigor.

Could it be? A surge of surprise filled me. The movement Emmy had just displayed was the very same technique I had shown her when we first met. Still rough around the edges, but she had unconsciously mimicked my skill.

Defense was possible. But it would be a defense based purely on reflex. A move that didn't consider the consequences, but it was enough to create an opening for me.

An opening, albeit tiny, like threading a needle. Yet, there were comrades who would never miss the opportunity Emmy had created.

“—Ange!” Tortte’s sharp voice rang out.

“—!” Ange responded, her movements precise and swift.

Simultaneously with Tortte’s shout, Ange lunged forward. Without losing momentum from her dash, the thrust she unleashed was aimed directly at my chest.

Pinned down by Emmy’s attack, I could not stop the thrust and hastily deployed a barrier to defend.

However, Ange’s sword, though its momentum was diminished, still grazed my shoulder. A sharp pain shot through my shoulder, and blood trickled down. Only a slight wound, but it was a wound nonetheless.

“…Magnificent. You all did very well,” I declared, genuinely impressed by their achievement.

As I spoke, the three of them, their consciousness hazy, their breaths ragged, collapsed to the ground as if their strings had been cut.

They were still conscious, but they lacked the energy to move or even speak, only able to breathe heavily.

“Fina…lly… finally, we earned… a rest within the day…!” Emmy gasped, her voice barely audible.

“The sun… hasn’t… set yet… We… did it…!” Ange murmured, her voice weak but filled with triumph.

“Now… we can eat dinner… and sleep… without collapsing… from exhaustion… right away…!” Tortte mumbled, her voice trailing off, relief evident in her words.

Until today, they had toiled in the fields from morning till noon, followed by continuous combat training with me until dinner.

The condition for earning a break was to inflict a wound on my body, and today was the first day they had achieved that condition.

“Let me offer my congratulations then. Shall we make tonight’s dinner a little more lavish?” I suggested, offering a reward for their hard-earned victory.

Perhaps they were too exhausted to even reply. The three remained sprawled on the ground, unable to move. Yet, their expressions were filled with satisfaction.

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“Still, those were truly hellish days,” Emmy grumbled, reflecting on the intense training.

Emmy muttered, shoveling down twice her usual portion of food. Beside her, Ange, while maintaining her elegant demeanor, was eating slightly faster than usual and looked up.

“Indeed. I even considered that losing consciousness, or even death, might be preferable,” Ange admitted, her voice surprisingly candid.

“Master taught me so many things, but this time, I really thought I was going to die!” Tortte exclaimed, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel’s. She swallowed her mouthful and then let out a dry laugh. Even Tortte was calling me crazy, but this was all carefully considered, based on my experience.

“You call it hell, but true hell is not even close to this,” I stated, my tone matter-of-fact.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Scary,” Emmy muttered, a shiver running down her spine.

“Indeed. Dungeons are terrifying places. If you can’t handle this level of training, you won’t be able to conquer a dungeon alone,” I explained, emphasizing the necessity of their rigorous training.

Hearing my words, Emmy tilted her head upwards as if gazing at the heavens. She then placed her hand over her eyes as if to shield them from a blinding light and sighed deeply.

“…Right, I forgot, this person is a monster who can bring back Dungeon Cores single-handedly,” Emmy muttered, her tone laced with resignation.

“Could you please refrain from calling Master a monster? Even in jest, it can be hurtful, you know?” Tortte interjected, her voice gentle but firm.

“Eh? Master, you get hurt…?” Tortte asked, her eyes wide with genuine confusion.

Tortte, why are you looking at me with such incomprehension? Should I schedule a private lesson with her later? And why are you avoiding eye contact with me?

While Tortte stubbornly refused to meet my gaze, Ange murmured thoughtfully, “In other words, we have to handle this level of training with ease to be acknowledged…”

“No, I acknowledge your abilities. However, I also want you to aim higher. Dungeons are that troublesome, so we need to be as prepared as possible,” I clarified, explaining my expectations.

“…Actually, are dungeons really more grueling than that training?” Emmy asked, her curiosity piqued.

“To answer Emmy’s question, let me explain my dungeon conquering strategy. First and foremost, I avoid combat within dungeons as much as possible,” I revealed, surprising them with my unconventional approach.

“Eh? But, Master, you can defeat most monsters easily, can’t you…?” Tortte asked, her voice filled with innocent surprise.

“Tortte, I am flattered that you think so, but we must consider the premise. The goal is dungeon conquest, not monster extermination. The more enemies we face, the more we expend our energy. Even for me, I can’t possibly take on every monster inside a dungeon,” I explained, emphasizing the importance of strategic resource management.

“Ah, I see… I guess, seeing Master as always being so strong, I just can’t imagine you losing…” Tortte admitted, her cheeks flushing slightly.

“Indeed, I might not lose, but I also wouldn’t be able to achieve my goal,” I added, reinforcing the point that brute force alone wasn't enough.

“Saying ‘might not lose’… I can see what Tortte means now…” Emmy murmured, her eyes widening slightly.

“Master’s words are more logical, but for some reason, I find myself agreeing with Tortte more…” Ange added, echoing Emmy's sentiment.

“Right? You feel it too?” Tortte exclaimed, her voice filled with vindication.

The three of them were whispering amongst themselves right in front of me. I was happy that they had become friends, but was it just my imagination, or were they starting to treat me more casually?

“I’d like to hear more about your perceptions later, but let’s get back to the topic at hand. Until now, the conventional approach to dungeons was to advance while exterminating enemies. However, we will be challenging them with a small group, so we had to consider a different approach,” I stated, steering the conversation back to dungeon strategy.

“A different approach, huh… And Master is already putting it into practice, right?” Emmy asked, seeking confirmation.

“Yes, it’s already been proven effective in smaller dungeons. Though, it’s quite simple, really. We just target the big boss and avoid combat with everything else as much as possible,” I revealed, outlining the core strategy.

“Somehow… it feels more like hunting than subjugation…” Emmy mused, her brow furrowed thoughtfully.

“Perhaps it is. In fact, culling is also part of the objective,” I admitted, acknowledging the dual purpose of our dungeon expeditions.

This approach should be just within the gray area where the nation couldn't complain. If even this was prohibited, then there would be nothing left for me to do in this country.

“Since our target is the Guardian of the Core, we need to conquer dungeons swiftly while avoiding combat. What’s needed here is speed and stamina. Stamina has been trained through farm work, so next is speed. Simply put, speed in traversing dungeons, and speed and accuracy in making battlefield decisions,” I explained, outlining the key skills required for dungeon conquest.

“To discern in an instant whether to fight or not to fight, is that it?” Ange asked, her voice thoughtful.

“Exactly, Ange. To increase speed, we must master Saintly power and maximize our physical abilities. However, that alone will lead to exhaustion, so we must also cultivate the judgment to assess the difference in combat strength between ourselves and our opponents. The quickest way to hone these skills is to know your own limits,” I stated, explaining the rationale behind their grueling training.

“So, that’s why you thoroughly beat us down…” Emmy muttered, finally understanding the purpose of their brutal training regimen.

“Dungeons are a constant series of decisions. To always make the best choices, a strong spirit is required. Therefore, it’s pointless if you break down easily. Even if we try to avoid combat as much as possible, there will be unavoidable battles. There may be situations where we have to spend almost an entire day evading monsters,” I warned, painting a realistic picture of the dangers ahead.

As I said that, the three of them fell silent, their expressions somber.

It was understandable. Even I braced myself for death when challenging a dungeon. No matter how much I trained, no matter how strong I became, the fear of being swallowed by the dungeon was ever-present.

Dungeons were fundamentally worlds for monsters. They imposed harsh rules on outsiders like us, and it was no exaggeration to say they sought to crush intruders.

“Frankly speaking, the training from now on might just end up being nothing but torment for you. Even so, I believe this is the best approach, and I present it to you as a goal you must achieve. Therefore, if you think you cannot keep up, you are free to withdraw at any time,” I concluded, offering them an out if they felt overwhelmed.

“Don’t underestimate us, Master,” Emmy retorted, baring her teeth in a defiant snarl.

“I understand that conquering dungeons, as you describe, is an arduous task. I understand that the harsh training is an act of consideration to prepare us for that harsh reality,” Ange stated, her voice resolute, unwavering.

“If we falter at this level, we can’t even call ourselves Master’s disciples! It is by overcoming what we deem unreasonable that we grow stronger, isn’t it!” Tortte exclaimed, clenching her fists in front of her chest as if to steel herself.

Their words, I etched them firmly into my heart. Someday, I might make them regret this choice. Such weak thoughts threatened to surface like bubbles.

If so, then I would train them with all my might, so that such regret would never come to pass. So that no matter what unreasonable ordeals assailed them, they would always be able to hold their heads high until the very end.

“You are truly wonderful disciples,” I murmured, my voice filled with heartfelt emotion.

Therefore, I pray that happiness, in abundance, awaits you on your path ahead.

＊　＊　＊

After dinner, the three of them fell into a deep sleep, as if to heal their accumulated fatigue.

Later, I descended to the village alone. My destination was Dwayne-san’s house. Knocking on the door, Dwayne-san opened it and showed his face.

“Dwayne-san, excuse my intrusion,” I said, stepping into his workshop.

“Oh, Tia, it’s been quite a while since you showed your face,” Dwayne-san remarked with a knowing smirk.

I didn’t know why he took such a liking to me, but I appreciated his straightforward attitude.

“I wanted the children to relax and enjoy their time in the village. So, I refrained from coming. My presence would only make them feel stifled,” I explained, offering my reasoning for my absence.

“Hmph, I see. So, that was your intention,” Dwayne-san chuckled, understanding my motives.

“There is much they can learn from Dwayne-san and the others. I want to give them as many experiences as possible,” I stated, expressing my desire for their growth.

“Gahahaha! The people here are all eccentric oddballs! Learning from such good-for-nothings will only make them twisted!” Dwayne-san scoffed, downplaying the value of the villagers’ influence.

“Would you say that again in front of Nanna-san?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, stop it. If she reduces the ingredients in the soup, it’ll be unbearable!” Dwayne-san protested, his tone shifting to genuine concern.

That was indeed terrifying. Nanna-san’s soup was so delicious that the thought of it becoming less so was truly frightening.

Nanna-san was the only person in this village who could be considered to possess common sense.

And yet, she also had the fortitude to silence the strong-willed eccentrics here. Many people were under her thumb, so no one dared to defy her.

Dwayne-san was one of them. Even I wouldn’t want to anger Nanna-san.

“So, how are Emmy and Ange’s weapons coming along?” I asked, changing the subject, steering the conversation back to weapons.

Hearing my question, Dwayne-san crossed his arms and frowned sternly. I instinctively straightened my posture.

“They’re ready to be inspected by the girls themselves and then adjusted and finished. But let me be blunt, those weapons are still too advanced for those girls. After all, they’re made by yours truly. Even Tortte is still being wielded by her weapon, isn’t she? Well, hers has Moril-babaa’s modifications, so that’s part of it,” Dwayne-san explained, his tone serious.

The weapons Dwayne-san crafted were exceptionally well-made. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that they would be wasted in the hands of an unskilled wielder.

I understood his concern about giving such powerful weapons to girls who were still inexperienced. However, I couldn’t help but wish to give them the best possible tools.

“Those three will be fine. I will just have to train them to become worthy of those weapons. Please prepare them,” I requested, my voice filled with confidence.

“You’ve got guts! So, that means you’ve made up your mind, huh?” Dwayne-san asked, his gaze piercing.

“…Long ago, perhaps?” I replied, my tone suggesting my resolve had been firm for some time.

“If it were just you, fine. But I’m talking about the resolve to involve others’ lives,” Dwayne-san stated, his voice heavy with implication.

Dwayne-san’s words made my eyebrows twitch involuntarily.

Turning my gaze to him, I met his quiet stare, his eyes fixed on me, as if trying to see through my very being.

“Tia, your resolve is a resolve to survive, but it’s also one that accepts your own death. People who are prepared for death… they let go of important things easily, you know? After all, only the dead know what can be taken to the afterlife,” Dwayne-san said, his words laden with a somber understanding of mortality.

“I don’t intend to die, you know?” I retorted, trying to lighten the mood.

“But you’re tidying up your life as if you’re ready for it to end at any moment, aren’t you?” Dwayne-san countered, his gaze unwavering.

I had no words of denial. His words were accurate, reflecting my own state of mind.

It wasn’t that I wanted to die, but it was true that I was living my life as if I could die at any moment.

“You are strong. Intelligent, and with unwavering resolve. And yet, you even have the余裕 to care for others. You are truly amazing in every way. There aren’t many people who can do as much as you,” Dwayne-san praised, his voice laced with a hint of admiration.

“You’re praising me, right?” I asked, seeking confirmation, a hint of skepticism in my tone.

“Yeah, I’m praising you. But at the same time, I also pity you. Why did you have to become so strong?” Dwayne-san asked, his voice tinged with melancholy.

Dwayne-san’s words were quiet, yet they carried a heavy weight.

I felt as if my innermost self was being laid bare, meticulously dissected. I bit my lip, trying to conceal the bitter taste rising in my mouth.

“You must have experienced regrets that made you want to die. Having touched death once, you have come to understand the meaning of resolving yourself to face death,” Dwayne-san stated, his tone filled with quiet understanding.

“…That hits a little too close to home,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah, be aware of it. And don’t forget it. It is by living that people can achieve things. Even if it’s nothing that will be recognized by anyone, your footprints will remain in this world. They will never disappear. As long as there is someone who remembers you, the wound of your absence will never heal. Forgetting is the only way to erase the scars of death, yet why do people hope to never completely forget the deceased?” Dwayne-san asked, posing a profound question.

To his question, I lowered my eyes gently. Even now, if I closed my eyes, I could still picture Jessica’s face. The figure I admired, the figure I had found so dazzling. Her image, forever unchanging, existing only in my memories.

Forgetting was impossible. Every time I remembered her, a heart-wrenching pain ran through my chest. A pain that would never disappear. As Dwayne-san said, perhaps only forgetting could soothe the pain of this wound.

Yet, I would never forget Jessica. Even if this wound continued to torment me.

“…Because that person was truly precious to me. Even if it leaves me scarred, I don’t want to lose her, I want to hold onto her forever,” I answered, my voice soft with longing.

“That’s right. And you too, will become precious to someone. Aren’t you their teacher?” Dwayne-san stated, his tone gentle.

Replacing the image of Jessica in my mind, the figures of the three disciples appeared.

The children who had pledged to follow the same path as me, each with their own resolve. That alone was reason enough for me to cherish them.

“Yes, I understand,” I replied, my voice filled with newfound determination.

“Good, then. I’m an old man, so I’ll be naggy. Don’t you dare die, you idiot,” Dwayne-san said, his tone gruff but laced with affection.

“I am not an idiot, but understood,” I replied, a faint smile gracing my lips.

“Don’t nitpick every little thing, you moron!” Dwayne-san retorted, a smile playing on his lips despite his harsh words.

“I still haven’t forged a weapon for you that I’m satisfied with. Until then, you’re going to live no matter what. Make dying plans after I’m gone,” Dwayne-san declared, his voice firm.

“Yes,” I replied, my heart warmed by his unexpected concern.

“For my tombstone, the finest sake, got it?” Dwayne-san added, his tone shifting back to his usual gruffness.

“You’re making a lot of demands,” I chuckled, amused by his requests.

“Not as many as you! Realize how reckless you are!” Dwayne-san retorted, his voice exasperated.

“I do realize it. That’s why,” I replied, my voice firm with resolve.

“Yeah, I know,” Dwayne-san acknowledged, his tone softening slightly.

“Then you’re being too naggy,” I teased, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

“That’s precisely why, isn’t it? Once this is all over, bring everyone here. Have Nanna throw a feast. Come back with your chest puffed out, with outstanding results. You can do it, right?” Dwayne-san asked, his voice filled with expectation.

“I will definitely achieve it. I am more stubborn and greedy than Dwayne-san thinks, you know,” I replied, my voice confident.

“Good, then. In that case, you absolutely have to come back alive,” Dwayne-san stated, his tone firm, leaving no room for argument.

Of course, I intend to return alive. My goal lies far beyond this point.

Therefore, this was a major objective, but also just a stepping stone.

“Are you heading to the Great Dradott Mountain Range once the three weapons are completed?” Dwayne-san asked, steering the conversation back to my immediate plans.

“Yes. Once Emmy and Ange get used to their weapons and their teamwork is a bit more refined, I intend to go. I’ve been sensing a dangerous presence brewing there for a while now,” I explained, revealing my timeline.

“I see. Then, I’d better get to work,” Dwayne-san said, nodding in understanding.

“Yes. Then, I’ll leave the weapons in your capable hands,” I said, entrusting him with the important task.

“Who do you think you’re talking to? I’ll finish them perfectly,” Dwayne-san scoffed, a confident grin spreading across his face.

As I watched him, Dwayne-san grinned mischievously.

＊　＊　＊

The next day, I brought the three of them to the village.

The purpose, of course, was to show them the weapons Dwayne-san had crafted for Emmy and Ange.

“Dwayne-san, we’re here,” I called out as we approached his workshop.

“Oh, welcome, Tia!” Dwayne-san greeted us, a wide grin on his face.

“Oh? Moril-san is here too?” I noted, noticing Moril-san’s presence in the workshop.

“Hmph. She insisted on being here to explain since she had a hand in making them. She’s been a noisy nuisance since morning,” Dwayne-san grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Moril-san was also in Dwayne-san’s workshop. The stubborn and single-minded Dwayne-san and the free-spirited Moril-san. I couldn’t quite tell if these two were compatible or not.

My weapon was a collaborative effort by both of them, so I hoped they were on good terms.

“Thank you both so much for this. For listening to my request,” I said, expressing my gratitude to both of them.

“It’s nothing, it’s also training for me,” Dwayne-san replied, waving off my thanks.

“Indeed! Well, since you granted Tia’s wish, I’d like you to grant mine too. But first, let’s have these kids take a look at their weapons,” Moril-san interjected, her usual mischievous grin plastered on her face.

Moril-san said that with her usual suspicious smile. I gestured to Emmy and Ange, who were standing behind me.

“Emmy, Ange. Please take a look first,” I instructed, giving them the spotlight.

“Understood,” Emmy replied, stepping forward.

“Yes, Master,” Ange added, following suit.

“Alright. This gauntlet here is for Emmy, and this sword is for Ange,” Dwayne-san announced, presenting the weapons.

First, Emmy was handed the gauntlet. It was white in color, and while somewhat slender, it gave a solid impression. A jewel of some kind was embedded on the back of the hand, giving it a refined beauty.

Then, Ange received the sword. It was a graceful sword with a beautiful, whitish blade. The hilt’s ornamentation was gold, befitting a princess.

Furthermore, a jewel similar to the one on Emmy’s gauntlet was attached to the hilt of this sword, catching my eye slightly.

“How are they? Check the fit and grip,” Dwayne-san urged, wanting their immediate feedback.

“…They’re excellent. They feel like they’re molded to my hand,” Emmy remarked, her voice filled with admiration.

“Yes. They are very easy to hold and swing. It’s as if I’ve been using them for a long time,” Ange added, echoing Emmy’s sentiments.

“Hyah hyah hyah! This old geezer is a top-notch blacksmith, after all!” Moril-san cackled, her voice filled with self-satisfaction.

“Shut up, you old hag! I don’t want to hear that from a weirdo like you! Just explain them already and get lost!” Dwayne-san retorted, his face flushing red with embarrassment.

“…Explanation?” Emmy asked, tilting her head, confused by their exchange.

“Oh, didn’t I mention it? These are Artifacts, you know,” I revealed, finally clarifying the nature of their new weapons.

“Huh?” Emmy blinked, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Yes, Master?” Ange echoed, her voice filled with dawning realization.

Emmy and Ange, who had been checking the feel of their weapons, stopped moving in unison and turned to me.

“These are Artifacts…?” Emmy asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s right. They are custom-made, Saint-exclusive items using purified Dungeon Cores,” Moril-san confirmed, her tone matter-of-fact.

“Haaaaah!?” Emmy exclaimed, her voice filled with utter disbelief.

“D-Dungeon Core Artifacts…” Ange stammered, her face paling as she lowered her gaze to the sword in her hands. Moril-san, clearly enjoying their reactions, beamed with a wide smile.

“Artifacts that amplify Saintly power can only be made using Dungeon Cores, you see. Well, Tia brings them back by the bucketload, so they’re not that special around here. If we were to name them, they’d be ‘Saintly Gauntlet’ and ‘Saintly Sword,’ I suppose. Tortte’s is ‘Saintly Staff,’ after all,” Moril-san explained casually, downplaying the significance of their weapons.

“Are there only people who have abandoned common sense in this village!?” Emmy exclaimed, her voice laced with exasperation.

“They generally boost Saintly power, but Emmy’s gauntlets have an amplified effect on 《Purify》, and Ange’s sword has an amplified effect on 《Barrier》. I made them to enhance your strengths!” Moril-san added, revealing the specific enchantments on their weapons.

“Listen to what I’m saying!” Emmy shouted, exasperated by Moril-san’s self-centeredness.

Ange, still reeling from the shock, seemed lost in thought. Tortte, worried about her, gently shook her shoulder.

“Oh right, speaking of requests, Tia, I have a favor to ask of you!” Moril-san suddenly exclaimed, changing the subject abruptly.

“Ah, yes, you mentioned it. What is it?” I asked, curious about her request.

“You’re going to conquer the Great Dradott Mountain Range soon, right?” Moril-san asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

“Yes, that’s the plan,” I confirmed, nodding in agreement.

“Then, please bring back the best Dungeon Core from there!” Moril-san requested, her voice filled with excitement.

“Huh!? Wait, are you serious!?” Emmy exclaimed, her face incredulous at Moril-san’s audacious request.

I was also slightly surprised. I hadn’t expected Moril-san to make such a direct request to me.

“Making these two’s weapons, I’ve learned a lot, you see. I thought, this time, I want to make a weapon worthy of you. This old geezer is also fired up, you see!” Moril-san explained, revealing the motivation behind her request.

“…Tch, I won’t deny that,” Dwayne-san grumbled, a hint of pride in his voice despite his gruff demeanor.

“But why does that lead to asking her to bring back the best Dungeon Core?” Emmy asked, still trying to grasp the connection.

“Artifacts with the level of performance you two received cannot withstand Tia’s power, you see. That’s because they’re made from Dungeon Cores from lower-ranked dungeons. The quality just can’t keep up,” Moril-san explained, clarifying the need for a higher-quality Dungeon Core.

After hearing Moril-san’s explanation, Emmy fell silent for a few seconds. She then looked up at the sky as if pondering something profound, before letting out a long sigh.

“…I don’t know where, or how, I should even begin to be surprised anymore. My own mind is refusing to process this,” Emmy admitted, overwhelmed by the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“Whether you refuse to accept it or not, the facts are facts. So, I’m counting on you, Tia, okay?” Moril-san said, her tone expectant, already assuming my compliance.

“I haven’t said I’ll accept yet, you know?” I retorted, raising an eyebrow at her presumptuousness.

“What are you saying? You’ll accept, won’t you? You have a reason now, don’t you? If you can purify the Dungeon Core, life in this remote region will become easier. After all, monsters will be weakened. Tia won’t have to pour as much power into the village barrier either. But you weren’t planning to do that, were you?” Moril-san pressed, her eyes gleaming with shrewd insight.

“…That is…” I hesitated, unable to deny her accurate assessment of my inner thoughts.

Hearing my hesitation, Moril-san burst into laughter, her cackles echoing through the workshop.

“Heeheehee! You think it’s enough for only you to be glared at by the nation? How cold, how cold! We’ve been cooperating with you this far, don’t leave us out now!” Moril-san exclaimed, her tone teasing yet also hinting at a deeper camaraderie.

“…If Master were to purify dungeons without permission, and even privatize Dungeon Cores, you would undoubtedly be glared at by the nation. Of course, that includes Dwayne-san and Moril-san as well,” Ange murmured, her voice quiet but filled with understanding. Of course, I had been thinking the same thing. That’s why, while relying on them, I had also been thinking of maneuvering in a way that wouldn’t cause them trouble.

“Even if this is Tia’s territory, you know! It’s going to be a real mess! So, you were thinking of not involving us, weren’t you?” Moril-san pressed, her gaze sharp.

“I hate to agree with the old hag Moril, but we’re already deeply involved. Don’t hold back now,” Dwayne-san added, echoing Moril-san’s sentiment.

“…Haaah, so, that’s why you have a request for me,” I sighed, realizing their true intentions.

“That’s right! It’s for satisfying my intellectual curiosity and this old geezer’s creative desires!” Moril-san declared, her voice filled with playful enthusiasm.

“If you put it that way, I can’t refuse…” I admitted, a smile gracing my lips.

They had gone out of their way to create a reason for me to do what I wanted to do. To think of not burdening them after they had done so much for me would be an insult to their camaraderie. Then, I would gratefully accept their offer.

In return, once this remote region became a more comfortable place to live, I would have to have my own whims indulged.

Thinking that, Moril-san turned her gaze to Emmy and Ange.

“You fledgling chicks, you better not hold Tia back, okay?” Moril-san goaded, her tone challenging.

“…You’ve got some nerve,” Emmy retorted, her voice laced with indignation.

“If you two are pathetic, my wish won’t be fulfilled! And if you can’t even deflect words like these, you’ll be left behind by Tia forever, you know?” Moril-san added, further provoking them.

“Moril-san, I will take responsibility for properly training them, so you don’t have to worry,” I reassured her, vouching for my disciples’ capabilities.

“Heeheehee! I hope they’ll grow up before Tia turns into an old hag!” Moril-san cackled, her laughter echoing through the workshop.

“Did you just say something, you crazy old hag!? I’ll definitely make you eat those words!” Emmy retorted, her voice filled with fiery determination.

“I must admit, I’m quite offended now… Let’s show her what we’re made of,” Ange added, her voice calm but resolute, her eyes gleaming with determination.

“A-ah…! Emmy and Ange are being swayed by Moril-obaasan…!” Tortte exclaimed, her voice filled with apprehension, witnessing her comrades being riled up by the eccentric old woman.

To avoid being swayed by Moril-san, one needed a certain knack…

“Ange! Once we get back, we’re going to have special training to master these weapons!” Emmy declared, her voice filled with renewed enthusiasm.

“Coincidentally, I was just about to suggest the same thing. Tortte, let’s do our best,” Ange added, her voice equally determined, turning to Tortte for support.

“Huh!? Me too!? Oh, right, it’s me too, isn’t it! Ugh…!” Tortte groaned, realizing she was also included in the intense training regimen.

Emmy and Ange nodded at each other, their eyes burning with passion. I couldn’t help but sympathize with Tortte, who had been swept up in their fervor, but if the three of them grew stronger, that was all that mattered.

Moril-san had asked me to bring back the Dungeon Core from the Great Dradott Mountain Range, and to reliably do so, their growth was essential.

Besides, I wouldn’t mind having a stronger weapon myself. I wanted to see the masterpiece these two would create with all their might.

Ah, indeed. There was no time to be discouraged. If I had time to hang my head low, it would be far better to lift my face and look forward.

Even if a future filled with regret awaited, that was still in the future.

──And, time flowed onward.

After confirming that Emmy and Ange had mastered their weapons and that their teamwork had steadily improved, I made my decision.

“──Let’s go. To conquer the Great Dradott Mountain Range,” I declared, my voice filled with unwavering resolve.