Towards The Surface

Knock. Knock.

"Excuse me"

"Simon, is there any news?"

Ryle's uncle, a Legionnaire, stepped into the house as one of the pillars of the Green Family.

Simon Greens.

Moving slowly toward the head of the family, he bowed toward the centre of the room.

"There's a report I have regarding Evans' death."

"Ah, just at the right time. What is the news?"

Adam took a deep breath before asking.

"Even though no detailed information has yet emerged, it is recognized that Evans died in an uncommon-rank dungeon. The other members of Evans' party have also arrived. What should we do?"

A brief silence engulfed the room as if the unimaginable had indeed happened.

"Hmmm. There was no chance that the dungeon was a hidden one. Welcome them, Evans' team. Treat them well while here, I know who they are, and I know for sure that they had nothing to do with Evans' death."

"I already know that, but it seems that they are also guilty and are waiting for you at the gate," Simon said.