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Tragula’s suspicion soon turned into certainty, and he threw a look full of astonishment at Jun from the side. Just how many spells was she casting on all these people? Using magic wasn’t as easy as people would assume. A mage had to specify everything from the casting of magic, its activation, and its target. It was why, in the case of support magic, mages would normally only cast one or two spells on a small number of people. Rarely would they use three. No person had three arms, after all, hence why using three limbs was something that was never even speculated about. Even the genius Axion once said that channeling and maintaining three kinds of magic made him feel like his brain was literally frying. How would it feel to use four simultaneously? Or five? Using one finger to draw the desired shape and using ten fingers to draw ten different shapes were on an entirely different dimension. And yet, Jun Karentia was managing to do it, and very casually at that.

Everyone seemed to not think much of it due to the nature of support magic being inconspicuous. But, had her mana been of the elemental type, it would have been very different. She would have become an object of adoration and admiration comparable to that of the Dark Knight. Mayer Knox most likely knew all about this, which was why he went so far as to give her the position of vice-captain to bring her to the Dark Knights…

Right then, after finishing the fellspawn they had encountered, Mayer went over to check on Jun. The rest of the raiding party laughed uncomfortably as if finding their captain’s behavior unfamiliar and awkward, but Tragula felt like he could understand the man. She was a living artifact, one that was more valuable and more effective than any other. Perhaps for Mayer, Jun was tangible proof that could allow him to achieve his goals, just like how Tragula himself considered the Golden Falcon as his goal for the revival of his family.

Tragula gripped the artifact in his hands, deciding to do his best to get into Jun Karentia’s good graces. He was convinced that so long as the vice-captain saw him in a good light, the captain would not completely shun him. At the very least, it would be easier to achieve his desire that way than just worrying about the temper of a captain that disliked him. Even if Tragula had to crawl on his fours, he would stick with the Dark Knights until the moment they slew the demon lord and a new empire was founded. He would wait for his sweet freedom then.

Tragula smiled, eyes flashing with deep tenacity.

* * *

All of the dungeon’s fellspawn, excluding the boss monster, had been cleaned up. Mayer swung his sword, flicking off the monster blood on it to the ground, before coming over to me. The blood splattered on his expression made him look even more fearsome. He asked, “So, what must I do to get the Dragon’s Orb? Why not reveal the method since we have come this far.”

I rolled my eyes in thought. “Mm… I’ll tell you when the time comes when we’re dealing with the dragon.”

“How stubborn.”

“Haha.”

Realizing I’d never reveal the method, Mayer cast a look of deep disapproval at me while I laughed awkwardly. Thankfully, he didn’t ask further. I felt a small relief at getting past his questioning safely. All that was left was the final boss of the dungeon, a dragon that had only recently evolved.

“Now, let us go,” Mayer said, opening the last gateway to the boss battle. The firmly closed entry began to open at his hands.