"Boss, I heard Luluwo and the others have already set off for the Warrior Country. Shouldn’t we go there too?"
Long-lost Yanor Kingdom, Sain Dungeon, Academy Gate Town by Lake Lienia.
A mber of the Strategy Group, the still petite Maru, lay casually on the crumbling bricks, lazily stretching her body, much like a cat stretching out.
Although the Academy Gate Town has been transford by adventurers into a thriving town with a style sharply contrasting its surroundings, so people have preserved portions of the original buildings to remind them they live in a Dungeon, like the ruins Maru is currently lying on.
"Maru, you don’t look like you’re up for a long trek to another country,"
Strategy Group’s magician Drew said leisurely, his grizzled beard matching his llow tone, adding a unique kind of kindness.
"Everyone’s doing it, so we should follow the trend." Tal, the shield in the team, rolled in the shimring water outside the town, enjoying the icy chill.
"Yeah, I’m too lazy to run around now. Life is great as it is..." Maru’s voice got softer and softer, eventually starting to snooze, falling asleep in the sunlight.
What’s going on? How co the once-renowned Strategy Group has suddenly beco so lethargic!?
Tal, affected by the atmosphere, gradually fell asleep too, leaving only Drew yawning while gazing down the small road outside the Academy Gate Town, as if waiting for sothing.
Yet, as people age, they can’t withstand the lure of dreams, and he eventually nodded off as well.
Noon warmth was perfectly balanced by the mist drifting over Lake Lienia, dispelling heat and cold alike, ideally suited for a sweet nap.
Strategy Group’s condition wasn’t unique; in fact, across the whole Sain Dungeon, adventurers found their perfect nap spots, each comfortably embracing dreamland.
Adventurers in the Warrior Country were still fighting tooth and nail, while those in the Yanor Kingdom were becoming leisurely under the sun.
Peaceful are the tis, oh so peaceful are the tis.
It’s unclear how long had passed when footsteps were heard from the small path watched over by the Strategy Group mbers, golden hair glowing brightly under the sun as Leon approached, a hint of excitent on his face.
"Maru, Drew, Tal, I found—"
Just as he shouted, he saw everyone asleep, imdiately covering his mouth, a smile sneaking out, gently stepping to his companions and sitting down.
He wasn’t sleepy at all, just pulled out a rolled-up hand-drawn map from his waist pouch, showing Lake Lienia’s map, where various symbolic markers lit up with injected Magic Power.
On this map, a road extending outward was marked with red paint especially.
This specially marked road was the reason for Leon’s excitent—it was a path no one had ever found!
Yanor Kingdom’s adventurers were completely adapted to Sain Dungeon, evolving their own rhythm of life and work around it.
So lived a tri-point life collecting from ho, food zones, and market, so waited daily at the commission board for Dungeon quests, so owned properties in large and small safe zones by Lake Lienia, almost like native creatures, others eagerly helped novices in Fran Fort and Path of Living Sacrifice’s early zones...
This was every Dungeon suddenly imrsed into people’s lives, becoming a daily part.
Usually, reaching this point, even if a Dungeon ceased any anomaly (updates), it could persist endlessly since people had lded it into their lives. Unless everyone died out, the Dungeon wouldn’t lack a source of spiritual power.
Such was the state of Sain Dungeon now.
Yet, in this situation, surely, so felt lonely, precisely those strategists who deed exploring new regions and things their life goal.
Under normal circumstances, forr Strategy Groups of settled Dungeons had two options: either rge into little adventurer teams assimilating into daily Dungeon life or leave Sain Dungeon seeking new challenges.
But in Sain Dungeon, the usual scenario shifted.
Due to the Warrior Country’s envoy arrival, so frontier Strategy Groups were employed by Ainz III to interact with the envoy, suddenly turning from freelancers to public officials with ranks, daily tasks now involving shepherding the envoy throughout Sain Dungeon.
Following Ainz III’s private suggestion of "treating these envoys like Demon Clan," they took them on various pitfalls daily, having a blast.
Even those responsible secretly approached Leon, hoping he would act as an invader when the envoy entered the Dungeon, teaching them a lesson.
Such indecent matters, Leon, full of integrity, naturally refused firmly!
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