An Extra’s POV

"That is all for now. You can return to your rooms now and relax until further notice."

Once Conrad said this, he bowed his head slightly—same as Vida, Lucielle, and Brutus.

"We really appreciate you sticking with us despite all that has happened. Humanity thanks you."

As always, Adonis tried to be humble, and a few students reacted awkwardly. Rey acted stupefied, and before anyone realized it, they were already on their way.

As Conrad watched the Otherworlders leave, his smile grew broader, but a distant worry echoed in the depths of his eyes.

"It seems like we haven't suffered too much of a loss. We have more prospects than ever before, and we aren't fighting on our own."

The presence of the Otherworlders comforted him, and the comrades that stood by his side.

"Sir Ralyks will be here within five days, so we should make all the necessary arrangements for the Dungeon Raid."

The mysterious man that they had only gotten to know about barely three days ago seemed to be their best bet and central figure in the success of the planned Raid.

If he didn't show up, everything would crumble into pieces,

But Conrad had hope. It was the same kind of irrational hope he had when he first heard Ralyks' intentions of saving everyone by himself.

Against all odds, the man succeeded.

As such, Grandmaster Conrad chose to place his faith once again in the one whom the entire United Human Alliance relied on.

The Dark Adventurer, Ralyks!

"We still don't know anything about him, though. All my connections tell me the same thing—that there is no top-ranked Adventurer with such a name." Lady Vida's voice oozed with skepticism.

Conrad couldn't blame her. She hadn't met the man personally, so she couldn't understand.

"It's possible that he is using an alter-ego. What matters is his strength and willingness to help." Conrad responded.

"Besides… it's not like we have other options, right?"

Vida sighed and reluctantly agreed.

current Otherworlders weren't as

Adventurer, all of that was going

the only issue on ground, then smiles were meant to be planted on the faces of the four

that wasn't

tell you anything about

a few seconds of

one uttered a

Until finally…

No one is saying anything. This goes deeper than the surface, and

as a

the three Royal Council Members that governed and regulated activities in the Black Market, it was inevitable

larger than they could even fathom—was left

on your end? Have you been

that. He ended up committing suicide during one

moment Conrad heard this from Brutus, his eyes

"W-what?!"

able to get any more than the

difficult enough to extract information from someone as stubborn as Evals Redart, but he

died before they

be helped. It's best

but there was none that could

least, not one the humans

is this central hub located?" Vida spoke up, her gaze directed at the flustered and mortified Head

but he was most likely taking

the specifics, but we know

was on Brutus as

"The Allied Merchant City."

eyes widened at the sound of the place

City was the central hub of commerce in the

twenty percent of the total revenue

so while it was not surprising to see that shady business was being done there, the four

"What should we do?"

could collapse a monolith that was keeping the current

mistake