“What will you use?”
“Supportive magic, artifacts. Co to think of it, the artifact from this dungeon is important… I can’t use that as a negotiation item, can I?”
It was no exaggeration to say that the Golden Falcon was legendary in terms of its history and capabilities.
However, its versatility was so extre that there was no one but Tragula who could use it now.
On the other hand, Fulgor’s Pumpkin had good effects and relatively wide versatility.
It was no less of an artifact than the Golden Falcon Tragula had.
And yer, who had been the owner in the first round, should have known better how valuable the item Fulgor’s Pumpkin was. I began to wonder about yer’s mood.
But yer nodded pleasantly.
“Do whatever you want.”
It seed that he was not interested in the Fulgor Pumpkin’s whereabouts. I was suspicious, so I checked once more.
“Can I hand it over to Tragula?”
“You thought it would be in my and the Black Knights’ best interest to give it to Tragula and get him.”
“That’s true, but…”
“That’s enough.”
“…Then I’ll take this opportunity to appease Tragula.”
I muttered resolutely. It was surprising that yer was generous with using Fulgor’s Pumpkin, but that did not an that the value of the artifact fell.
yer nodded as if to do so, and soon added as if he was disappointed.
“I wanted to give it to you.”
“?”
“Yeah. If you have Fulgor’s Pumpkin, you can use attack magic. It’s not bad for self-defense.”
I couldn’t believe he wanted to use Fulgor’s Pumpkin as self-defense. yer’s sense of artifacts was crueler than mine, as a player.
“I have the Commander. The Commander will protect .”
I gently spoke with honey in my mouth. yer’s mouth quivered as if my words sounded satisfying.
I think I learned a little about how to deal with yer. I also smiled with pride.
***
At the demon’s lifeless body, Tragula exhaled.
An artifact appeared shimring from between the demon corpse.
A direct spark splashed as if blocking access from others other than Tragula, who owned it.
But as Tragula reached out, the electricity that had been blasting around him disappeared, revealing a terminally strong and clear pumpkin.
Axion, the rest of the Black Knights, and the Fabian Expedition, minus Fabian, watched the whole process in a daze.
After a while, it was Axion who broke the desolation and raised a sharp voice.
“Tragula, are you crazy?”
Axion, who belatedly ca to his senses, approached Tragula with a big fury. It was different from his usual attitude of pretending to be rational and smiling.
It was Jun who prevented Axion from making sense of the situation imdiately.
“Calm down, Axion.”
“But Jun, this is a mutiny. It’s a violation of the rules of the expedition! I can’t believe he’s a captain of the Black Knights….”
“No.”
Jun said to Axion, who couldn’t control his anger and spat out.
Finally, Axion noticed that sothing was wrong and looked around. yer and August, who were stepping back behind Jun, were calm, unlike himself.
It was as if they had sensed all of this…
If he had thought about it, the normal yer would have gone ahead and condemned Tragula before he could even stand up.
As soon as Axion frowned, wondering, Tragula approached yer with Fulgor’s Pumpkin.
Then, he suddenly showed the artifact. yer replied, looking down at the artifact in Tragula’s hand.
“I have been inford that you will be taking possession of the artifact.”
“I didn’t an to receive it.”
“Then don’t strike the last hit.”
“I think there’s soone who wants it.”
Tragula glanced at Fabian.
In all honesty, what Fabian had whispered was very tempting to Tragula.
If only he hadn’t heard the exact sa thing from Jun before that.
Fabian’s complexion had turned white as he realized that the situation was going to change, not at all like the picture he had painted.
Jun, the party who had laid out the situation for all of this, approached Tragula, shouting in an audible voice.
“Tragula is also more interesting than I thought. He can match rhythms like this.”
Many in the room did not know who Tragula’s words referred to, but a few, and Fabian, who was involved, could not help but know.
Fabian’s face turned red, blue, and upside down, and you could not tell the color of his hair from the color of his eyes.
Whether Fabian did or not, Jun just wrapped Tragula’s hand, which he held out flatly to yer, and let him hold Fulgor’s Pumpkin.
“First, hold it and ponder about it. I don’t think I’ve given you enough ti to think about it.”
Jun smiled and stared up at Tragula.
In the gaze of irresistible pressure, Tragula looked at Jun without being able to refuse.
When the two looked too close, yer’s face distorted and his murderous intent leaked. It was blatant and obvious hostility.
However, Tragula was more afraid of Jun in front of him than yer Knox.
yer Knox was a stronger man than him. It was natural to shudder and bow to his threats.
Jun, on the other hand, was much weaker than him. Even if her level was higher than his own, the stats she was born with would never be able to overtake him.
But Tragula was frightened of Jun.
That made her all the more grotesque and frightening. A vague fear consud him as if he were facing an unknown entity.
He had known from the start that he could not underestimate her, but it had not been long since he had felt this kind of fear.
It had been just before he had entered the dungeon when she had paid Tragula a sudden visit.
***
He looked at Jun suspiciously, trailing off at the words she suddenly called out and handed over.
Information on dungeons was precious and should not be disclosed to anyone.
She would let him be inford of such things?
When he ruminated on their rapport, he was absolutely sure that the decision was not made based on trust alone.
Then Jun suddenly brought up sothing out of the blue.
Tragula’s heart fluttered. As his work with Countess Nerus was public, it was natural for yer and Jun to know.
However, there was no excuse for loyalty. Tragula hurriedly tried to deny his position, having been collared by Countess Nerus.
However, Jun’s mouth was first to open.
Jun said it as if it were nothing, but Tragula was puzzled.
She was just going to give him an artifact that was comparable to the Golden Falcon? Why?
While Tragula was making a silly face, Jun quietly continued to talk.
It was both of them. Because Countess Nerus didn’t want to miss one of the two. Tragula swallowed his spit and muttered.
At Jun’s light words, Tragula opened his eyes, bent like a fox.
If she hadn’t underestimated the Heavenly Palace, she wouldn’t have said sothing like that. Feeling insulted, Tragula clenched his fist tightly.
But Jun did not care. She spoke more bluntly.
Jun’s gaze landed on the golden bow that Tragula had on his shoulder. But not long after she shook her head.
Having hit the mark, Tragula clamd up. Yes, he had. He had sold his feats to get the Golden Falcon back…
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