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.

weren't as strong as they needed

of that was going

then smiles were meant to be

wasn't the

anything about the movements of the criminal

Conrad asked this question, a few seconds of

uttered a

Until finally…

No one is saying anything. This goes deeper than the surface, and not even my connections know what is

left behind as a result of the deaths of the

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

larger than they could even fathom—was left unchecked, it could

been able to collect

He ended up committing suicide during

Conrad heard this from Brutus, his eyes widened in

"W-what?!"

get any more than the location of a single central hub of criminal

as stubborn as Evals Redart, but he thought with Lucielle finally recovered, they

before they could even

helped. It's

of Magic and Skills existed, but there

least, not one

this central hub? Where is this central hub located?" Vida spoke up, her gaze directed

investigation, but he was most likely taking responsibility

but we know of the city

eye was on Brutus as he announced

"The Allied Merchant City."

at the sound of the

central hub of commerce in the entire United

of the total revenue that the Alliance used

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

"What should we do?"

step, and they could collapse a monolith

mistake could