There Is No World For ■■

***The moment the president of the Blue Rat said something about the value of one’s life, the first thought that came to Darulma Dune was that he shouldn't have sent Captain Kwon on an errand.That damn KGB bitch. She has neither tact nor conscience, just like her country.The atmosphere at the base camp turned menacingly tense. Even though neither Yeomyeong nor the rat bastard boss uttered a word, even a blind person would be able to sense the situation was on the verge of exploding.Yeomyeong had already drawn his sword, and it wouldn’t be surprising if the rat bastard boss, hiding beneath the Invisibility Cloak, pulled out her gun at any moment.If this keeps up, I'll get caught in the crossfire and die.Gauging the situation, Darulma began to gradually make his way towards the back door of the base camp. However, before he could reach it, mana began emanating from Yeomyeong's body.Amidst the swirling mana, Yeomyeong glared at the Invisibility Cloak as if he were looking at something disgusting.Refusing to be outdone, that rat boss also sprang up from her seat.Sensing the growing tension between the two Superhumans, Darulma threw himself towards the back door. Or rather, he tried to.However, the next moment, the Saintess came between the two of them."Oh, come on, knock it off!"As soon as the Saintess intervened, the tension melted away like snow.Yeomyeong sheathed his sword and withdrew his mana, and the rat boss also sat back down.Another brief silence ensued.The Saintess sighed deeply, then dragged a chair between the two and sat down."Mom, you need to apologize.""...""This time, it was your fault. And it was my fault as well."Both of them still remained silent. The Saintess shrugged her shoulders and then looked at the dwarf."Darulma-ssi? What did you do to make Yeomyeong want to leave the mercenary group?"The dwarf realized that this was a typical attempt at changing the subject, but he had no choice.It would be better to endure the uncomfortable atmosphere than being caught in a fight between Superhumans. Forcing a smile, Darulma replied to the Saintess."...Well, I, um, sort of tested him a bit.""Test? What kind of test?""Well, his resume was fake, so... I used his share of the dragon's rib bones as bait. It was just a small test."Darulma spoke as truthfully as possible. Given that the person in question was holding a sword right before, there was no room for corporate embellishments or exaggerations.As expected, the Saintess’ reaction was not good."His share of the rib bones? I vouched for that! And you used it as bait?"The Saintess deliberately raised her voice dramatically. If there was a problem, it was with the mana mixed in her voice.Listening to her voice resonating in his ears, Darulma was once again reminded that the Saintess was also a Superhuman. And that he was the only one who needed to behave cautiously here."S-so, as an apology, I have prepared a gift. I have sent Captain Kwon to fetch it.""...A gift."Seeing the Saintess' lukewarm reaction, Darulma hastily added more words."An elixir, and a very rare one at that! Uh, Yeomyeong-gun? You’ll definitely be satisfied. It is a special elixir procured directly from an elf!"Darulma kept the fact that the elixir was originally meant for the Saintess to himself.Well, what could he do? As long as he reached his destination, the method he used to get there didn’t matter.In spite of Darulma's enthusiastic explanation, Yeomyeong's expression didn't change.Laden with suspicion, his golden eyes glanced at Darulma briefly, but that was all."...Mom, do you not have anything?"Eventually, the Saintess turned her attention to her next target, her mother, who would at least listen to her.With an expectant look, she glanced at the Invisibility Cloak."Hm? Mom?"She was hoping that her mother, the president of a promising information guild, would be able to placate Yeomyeong with an expensive gift.A blindfold and an Invisibility Cloak—A tedious staring contest ensued between mother and daughter, with Moryne finally conceding.She let out a long sigh, like someone relieved of a burden, and spoke."I’m not going to apologize."The Saintess tried to say something to her still-cold mother, but Moryne was faster."But I will compensate you."Her hand disappeared into the Invisibility Cloak before reemerging with something.A single red key lay on her palm."Mom? Is that...?""This much should suffice for a mercenary’s life."Moryne tossed the key. Whirl, tap. Yeomyeong caught it without saying a word, and then she left immediately.There was no time to say anything. The clicking of her heels echoed towards the back door of the base camp before disappearing completely.Realizing that her mother had left, the Saintess turned towards Yeomyeong. She bit her lip, before forcing a smile and spoke."...I’m sorry.""...""But that key is really valuable. You do know what an Arcane Relic is, right?"The Saintess was not accustomed to situations like this.In fact, she wasn't even used to speaking to people who were of a similar age."That key is actually one of the items discovered during an expedition in the Chicago Dimensional Portal..."She fidgeted with her fingers, trying her best to explain the significance of the key.She hoped that his anger might be eased a bit with the knowledge that it was an expensive item.However, before she could finish with her explanation, Yeomyeong spoke up."Khingan Range. I’ll accompany you.""Huh? Really?""But… this will be the only time.""Come on, we haven’t even left, and you’re already thinking about parting ways?"Did he like the Arcane Relic that much? The Saintess didn’t know what caused him to change his mind so suddenly, but the result worked in her favor.Smiling as she watched the dwarf sighed in relief and Yeomyeong stare at the key stoically, she comforted herself that coming to Manchuria was the right decision.Suddenly, the thought of her only friend crossed her mind. Her friend, who would be attending the academy at the moment—Did she know there was another person whose future she couldn’t foresee clearly with her Foresight?For some reason, she had a feeling that her friend would know.