An Extra’s POV

Tears filled the eyes of many Adventurers who heard those words.

Watching Jet stand up for the spirit of the Adventurers, despite being betrayed by the very same people that should have represented that ideal, caused the heart of many to melt.

Even the skeptical ones among the audience could no longer maintain it.

They were thoroughly moved!

"W-we were wrong! We were wrong, Sir Jet!"

"Please forgive me! To think I ever doubted you…!"

"I have committed a great sin!"

"Sir Sebas, you are wrong! Sir Jet isn't that kind of man!"

More declarations like this filled the air in an overwhelmingly loud surge of noise from the golden side.

All of the Adventurers, without exception, completely lost all suspicion towards him.

There was no way a Dragon could replicate the kind of pride that Jet displayed as he declared his true identity as an Adventurer.

Every Adventurer could feel it in their core—this man was genuine.

"I… I…" Sebas muttered, his head hanging heavily on his shoulder as he seemed conflicted on just what to do.

It seemed he found it difficult to reconcile the Jet that he had in his head with the one that currently stood opposite him.

"Sebas, I do not know where your deep-seated suspicion truly lie. There's clearly more to this than you're letting on."

Jet began to approach Sebas—his steps measured, by evenly pace.

At first, the Sebas showed intense apprehension. However, after watching the harmless Jet slowly walk towards him, it all fizzled out.

stick, as he closed their distance. Finally, both sides stood opposite each other, practically only about ten inches

know about my sister and I, how about you ask us in a peaceful manner;

his unoccupied hand and stretched it

an incredible sense of justice burning within

not want us to be enemies. So, why don't

but he

With this smile on his face, he slightly thrust

time, the

Sebas deactivated his light blade

there was still palpable tension in the air,

supporting her with a smile on his face. Britta also watched this as she

saw the end to the terribly long battle and could

worst

let's figure

"HOW BORING…"

caused everything and everyone in the hall to

if everything in the world was on

from beneath the marble ground, like a phantom too big to properly explain, was an entity that

ground, and once it appeared in all of its glory, the world trembled to

… Its overwhelming presence.

tall—and glorious in form, the colossal Undead gazed upon those who could not move a single muscle upon

unfurled from their positions, and dark purple energy replaced the flesh that would have made

to its sharp claws, and ultimately the incredibly dense

head of this magnificent entity were horns. Not three,

There were six.

intense energy that everything around

SLUMBER, YET YOU'RE SO BORING." It let out its thunderous

oozed from him… the dense Miasma that flowed from where he stood…

fear that came with an impossible understanding of who, or

no one

majority who stared at this being, they indeed felt the weight of fear of them. Even if they dwelled in the realm of ignorance, they knew that this was an existence far