Every time a monster appeared, Karl would make sure they didn't get within a step of me, slaughtering them with ease.
"Trap disarmed. You may proceed."
Alsatian, one of the top-tier rogue NPCs, effortlessly disarmed all the traps in the dungeon.
‘Now then...’ "Weaklings, from now on..."
As the party leader and makeshift healer, I supported them both.
If you exclude myself, these two were overpowered for an early-game dungeon like this.
Even just having Karl in this dungeon would be like bringing a disaster upon it, and with Alsatian added to the mix, our power was not just sufficient—it was overkill.
Add to that my deep knowledge as a veteran player, and this team was like a ship with full sails, catching the perfect wind.
Originally, I planned to clear one dungeon a day and rest, but at this pace, we could easily clear two or three in a single day.
I always knew Karl was capable, but Alsatian is even more impressive than I expected.
Having someone like him at my beck and call, thanks to the debt he owes, is truly a huge advantage.
I’m really benefiting from the Newman family’s involvement more than I could have imagined.
Maybe I should repay Kurtz with a recommendation for a good wig later.
While I was musing over these thoughts, a message window suddenly appeared in front of me.
If a message pops up inside a dungeon without any specific reason, it’s almost always from the petty evil god.
[Agra is watching you.]
Hello there, you petty, sinister, and psychopathic evil god who tries to kill anyone who inconveniences you even slightly.
I was expecting you.
I figured you’d show up ever since that pathetic curse of yours was dispelled and the notification popped up.
Do you think I brought both Karl and Alsatian here without reason?
I anticipated your petty antics and prepared accordingly.
So, go ahead, make your move.
Are you going to create a new dungeon?
With this current team, we can handle any dungeon you throw at us, so it’s no problem.
Or maybe you’ll teleport us somewhere?
Even if you do, I can clear this dungeon solo. It’ll just take more time.
What else are you planning?
I’m really curious.
How are you going to mess with me this time?
To be honest, it’s hard to even call it sabotage now.
If anything, it’s more like providing farming support.
Though, if I may, could you try something other than teleportation? It just wastes time and doesn’t benefit me at all.
"Child, something is approaching from afar."
‘Is that so?’
"It’s a powerful opponent for a dungeon like this."
A high-level named monster appeared.
You’ve given me the best farming opportunity.
This is clean and efficient.
‘Which direction?’
"In 10 seconds, from the front."
Grandpa’s voice was calm as we talked.
It’s the first time I’ve heard him so relaxed while giving a warning.
Usually, he’d be shouting during situations like this.
But back then, my life was always on the line, so I guess it couldn’t be helped.
Grandpa’s timing was almost perfect.
About 9 or 10 seconds later, a monster appeared in front of us.
Its silver mane shimmered with moonlight, and its fierce golden eyes glowed like the moon itself.
A Moon Wolf.
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A wolf born under the moon, a rare named monster that appears in dungeons other than this one.
That thing is definitely strong.
It has the ability to nullify magic, is fast, has high attack power, and its fur gives it strong defense. It’s a tough opponent.
On top of that, it can even cast some spells.
There’s a reason why it’s said to be tougher than the boss of the dungeon where it usually appears.
If I had encountered it with Joy or Arthur, I would have had to brace for death. But not now.
"A Moon Wolf. A troublesome beast."
Karl calmly raised his sword as he observed the creature.
"Weak knight, make sure to handle it carefully so the fur isn’t damaged. That thing is worth money."
"Hey, informant. No one but the young lady is allowed to call me weak."
"Is that so? I sincerely apologize."
While Karl and Alsatian, who had grown somewhat friendly during the raid, were bickering, the Moon Wolf lunged at Karl, baring its teeth.
Teeth that could bite through iron if they made contact, but they didn’t get the chance to bite anything.
Karl knocked it aside with a single punch.
"So, will the profits all go to the young lady?"
"Can’t you give me a commission fee?"
Watching their tensionless conversation, I realized there was no need for me to issue even the most basic commands.
Thank you, petty evil god.
Not only did you send a high-level named monster to give me experience points, but you also fattened my wallet in the process!
Now that I think about it, the reason I was able to grow closer to Joy and Arthur is also thanks to you.
Your attempts to sabotage me have actually strengthened my bonds with them.
I never expected a curse would end up being so helpful to me.
Are you a tsundere?
You’re like, “I really hate you!” aren’t you?
You’re quite different from a certain pathetic and incompetent god I know who constantly reveals his perverted tastes.
Ah, of course, I’m not referring to anyone specific.
Just a hypothetical god like that.
Anyway, I look forward to your continued support.
The sooner I can break your skull, the better.
"Young lady, the job is done."
"Knight, it’s not done yet. We still need to process it."
While I watched with my arms crossed, Karl felled the Moon Wolf without damaging its fur, and Alsatian started cutting the fur off with a dagger from his belt.
At the same time, I could feel power surging through my body.
In Soul Academy, grinding dungeons would take hours of tedious work, but with the help of the petty evil god, I leveled up in one go.
I can’t say it out loud due to my Mesugaki persona, but know that I’m genuinely grateful.
Oh, that wasn’t your intention? Well, too bad.
If you’re annoyed, come down here yourself—never mind.
I better stop before I end up triggering something else.
Now, let’s ride this momentum and clear three dungeons today.
There wasn’t a single question she didn’t know.
She even double-checked everything just to be sure.
She was confident she’d get a perfect score.
Without a doubt, she raised her red pen, only to frown when she found an incorrect answer on the fourth question.
What? I double-checked everything! How could there be a mistake?
Puzzled, she compared the answer sheet and the question several times, but she couldn’t figure out where she went wrong.
Did my brother’s answer sheet have an error?
"Clueless noble, didn’t you make a mistake here?"
Joy looked up to see Arthur Soladin standing behind her, pointing out her mistake.
It was a small, almost ridiculous error that even Joy herself couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed.
"You seem to be getting more and more clueless by the day."
"That’s a harsh accusation, Your Highness."
"But isn’t it true? You’re still making these basic mistakes."
With no real response, Joy closed her mouth.
Joy and Arthur had been close since they were children.
Arthur knew all too well how often Joy made these small, silly mistakes.
If she tried to argue, it would only lead to her embarrassing past being brought up.
While Joy sulked and stared at the ground, Arthur naturally took a seat opposite her.
"Why are you studying alone? Where are the others?"
"I ended up on my own."
Normally, Joy would have studied with the other noble ladies.
She had done so in the past and had even been invited to join them today.
But Joy declined the invitation.
The recent incident with Lady Rumley had left her feeling uneasy.
"Is that so?"
"What brings you here, Your Highness?"
"To study, of course. Midterms are coming up soon."
Hearing that, Joy was a bit surprised.
Arthur usually didn’t like to show his efforts.
He was someone who believed he had to appear perfect, always pretending to be carefree while secretly sacrificing sleep to study.
Yet here he was, studying openly in the library.
That was unheard of before.
"I need to do everything I can to beat Lucy Allen."
"You’re aiming to win the midterms?"
"Yes. I’ve heard that Lucy Allen spends every class with her head on her desk, so she must be falling behind in her studies. This is the perfect opportunity."
Arthur smiled with a fierce determination, showing only a competitive spirit with no trace of the hatred or anger he had shown before.
"I’ve prepared for this exam better than ever. No matter how talented Lucy Allen is, her laziness won’t let her beat me."
"So if you win, will you tell her not to call you by your nickname?"
"I’ll mention that, but I have another purpose. There’s something I need to ask her."
Ask her?
Joy was curious about what Arthur meant, but seeing the resolve in his eyes, she held her tongue.
Just as Arthur hadn’t pried into Joy’s situation earlier, now it was her turn to respect his privacy.
"By the way, Joy, I wanted to ask you something. You’ve been spending a lot of time with Lucy Allen recently, haven’t you?"
"I suppose so?"
Rather than spending time together, Joy felt more like she was constantly being pushed to her limits by Lucy, but she nodded anyway.
"Do you know if Lucy Allen is studying somewhere I don’t know about?"
Joy thought about it.
Is she studying?
She wakes up early to train before classes start.
She usually sleeps during class.
After class, she goes back to training until she’s exhausted.
Even on weekends, she spends all day conquering dungeons and doing physical training.
"I don’t know."
"Is it a secret?"
"No, I really don’t know."
No matter how much she thought about it, there didn’t seem to be any time for Lucy to study.
But didn’t she say she was confident about this exam?
What could it be? Could it be that Lady Allen is like Prince Arthur, working hard in secret?
Surely she wouldn’t claim to be confident without any preparation, right?
No, that can’t be.