What they deserve (1)

I had already expected this scene when I walked out of the dungeon, but it really seemed like it was much worse than I expected.

Of course, it wasn't hard to tell why this was the case.

It was easy to see that there was someone who was trying to create a bigger scene than was necessary.

He was doing all of this just to save himself.

Only when facing someone that had prepared everything, it was hard for him to find any footing at all.

Slowly shaking my head, I said, "I don't know anything about this. It was hard enough for me to survive the dungeon in the first place, so of course I don't know anything about this."

There was a confused look that appeared on the strike team captain's face when he heard this before he asked, "What do you mean by this?"

With a sigh, I said, "I don't know what happened, but the place that I was sent to in the dungeon was the territory of the D Rank Gale Wolves. It was hard enough finding a place to hide, so I didn't even have time to think about anything else."

The strike team captain immediately knitted his brows when he heard this before turning back to look at the instructor.

The moment that his gaze fell onto the instructor, there was a chill that ran down the instructor's spine.

He knew exactly what I was talking about, but if he was to admit it…

So the only thing that the instructor could do was lie.

He could only deny everything and use his status to put pressure on me.

"He's lying. How could he have been sent to a place like that and survived when he only has a 9th Class Low Grade Familiar? It's clear that he's trying to make an alibi for himself."

The instructor pointed at me as he said this at the top of his lungs.

The strike team captain didn't look at me, rather he narrowed his eyes to look at the instructor.

After a moment of silence, the strike team captain slowly asked, "Is that so?"

The instructor couldn't help feeling that there was something wrong about the way that the strike team captain said this. 

But even if there seemed to be something wrong, he couldn't just remain idle now.

If he were to remain silent, there was no doubt that it would all be over for him.

"I'm certain of it!" The instructor said in a voice filled with determination.

The strike team captain narrowed his eyes once more before walking over to the terminal that was set up. This was the device that was linked up to the entrance of the dungeon that allowed them to control the dungeon itself.

After pressing a few keys, there was a record that appeared.

To others that didn't know what this was, they didn't have any reactions.

But to the instructor and the staff members that knew what it meant…

"No, this is fake!" The instructor shouted the moment that he saw this, but the strike team captain just ignored him as he went over to Lin Fan.

Raising his hand to put on my shoulder, he said, "I'm sorry for your suffering. We will make sure that he gets what he deserves."

A confused look appeared on my face as I asked while pointing at the terminal, "What is that?"

The strike team captain looked over at the instructor and said, "It's the records of usage for the dungeon entrance. It shows exactly who sent who where."

As soon as I heard this, I understood what happened.

There were records proving that the instructor had tempered with the gate and had sent me to a different place from the others. 

With that, it was easy to prove that the instructor was responsible for whatever happened.

Based on the expression on the faces of the instructor and the other staff members, it didn't seem like any of them knew about this. It seemed that only those from the Summoner Association knew about these records.

Of course, these records never would have been accessed if it wasn't for the fact that this turned out to be much bigger than it had actually been.

If it wasn't for the fact that Wang Teng's group had died, then no one would have known about what the instructor did.

That was just how the world worked…

These small things were ignored unless they were brought into the light.

"I, I, I didn't do anything! I was just doing what he asked me to do!" The instructor finally admitted the truth.

Now that even the Summoner Association was involved in this matter, there was no way that the instructor was able to hide this any longer.

At this point, if he kept trying to hide it, then he would be punished much worse than he might be if he just told the truth.

The strike team leader didn't seem like he was interested in hearing what the instructor had to say. Judging by the look on his face, it seemed that he thought that all the instructor could do was lie.

But he still listened to him as he wanted to see what he had to say.

It was just that before the instructor could say anything, there were others that came out of the dungeon.

Seeing the others come out, the staff members went over to help them.

Especially since none of them wanted to get involved with the instructor that was being interrogated.

It was as if they wanted to be as far away from this as they could.

I didn't think that it had anything to do with me until I heard the sounds of running from behind me.

Then when I turned around, I saw a slender figure running over before jumping at me.

I had to quickly raise my hand to catch her before she slammed right into me, but the force that she jumped at was still too much for me that it made me stumble back a bit.

The only thing I heard was…

"Are you hurt?"