After a while, Amber was still immersed in the dream.

It's a long dream.

She stood on the summit of Cortonos in the east of Westmar, with Nania behind her, feeling the bitter cold wind, looking down at the rolling snow and the gloomy gray sky.

Faint beams of light shot out through the cracks of the gray clouds, and the forests, the towers, and many other landscapes were covered with a layer of brilliance, which were like black dots dotted on the territory of Westmar to the west of the peak.

"Nania, one day, I will hold the scepter."

Amber confided, smiling, and turned around, "You know, it's my ideal. ”

Every prince or princess has the right to fight for the scepter, and many times, the situation has long been the emperor, and many rulers may not have the idea of becoming emperors, but they still end up sitting on that throne and holding the scepter tightly.

Amber Melois, she's different.

She wanted to take the scepter as if it were her own, and sometimes she thought that this might be her birthright calling.

In the moment of danger when Westmar swayed in the storm, she stepped forward, covered in thunder and rain, as a beam of light that broke through the darkness.

Therefore, she will unswervingly work towards her goals, her ideals, and be proud of it and proud of it.

Amber Merois believed that there was no one more pure in her desire to be the supreme ruler of Westmar.

“...”

However, she didn't get a response from Naniya, and there was no one behind her, only snow on the ground, and the forest beyond.

"Nanya?"

Amber frowned, she breathed heavily, "Where have you been, Nanya?" ”

Where did she go?

Intense doubts shattered the dream, and Amber opened her closed eyes, revealing a dark passage and a golden staff that shone lightly but broke in two.

For a moment, Amber remembered the whole story.

She and Seniore were easily defeated by the Demon Lord and fell into a coma.

"This is..."

Amber slowly got up, surprised to find that all the wounds on her body had recovered, and looked around, and soon found Senior, who was unconscious next to her.

Senior's armor was torn in many places, but there were no wounds on his body or face.

"Have we been rescued? But..."

Questions swirled over Amber's head, and she felt her head go dizzy.

What about that terrible Demon Lord? And what about the half-demon who attacked them? It's all gone.

"Or... The Demon Lord spared us? ”

Amber was amused by her guess, but her instincts told her that it was, and in a paradoxical mood, she subconsciously looked farther away and found an ugly, blood-stained giant monster head.

“...”

Amber's pupils shrank, her breath suffocated, and the fire bomb in her hand almost came out of her hand.

Hell, how can there be a monster's head here?

Puzzled, Amber slowly stood up, surprised to find that the monster head seemed to be the target sought by the Canduran professionals, that is, the true face of the sewer monster, Rodament.

How so?!

The corners of Amber's eyes twitched, and she quickly regained her composure, neatly pulling out the scroll she was carrying, unfolding it, and comparing the portrait on it to the appearance of the head on the ground.

"It's... What the hell is going on?? ”

She opened her mouth slightly, this is incredible, she woke up from a coma, not only the threat around her disappeared, but even the injuries on her body were recovered, and even, even the task was completed.

Could it be that the companion who escaped from the sewers has returned? But they couldn't be the opponents of the Demon Lord, they weren't even the opponents of Rodament, who did all this?

Amber gritted her teeth, and the scroll in her hand was clawed into a mess.

At that moment, a whisper that only Amber could hear echoed in her ears.

"Merois, you're awake."

It was the voice of the mysterious soul, and Amber was stunned for a moment, then looked behind her.

The old mage's figure was shrouded in gray mist, but she could feel a sharp gaze shoot from within and fall on her.

"Yes, Mr. Germore..."

Amber glanced at Senior, who was still unconscious at her feet, and then looked at the gray figure and saluted respectfully.

"You seem to be confused by all this?"

A calm voice poured out of the gray figure like a tidal wave, and Amber nodded slowly when she heard this.

"I... I don't understand what's going on, Mr. Germor, I remember the moment when the Demon Lord severed the connection between us..."

Amber recalled, then stopped, she had suspected that Germore had done all this, but it was clear that Germore was no match for the Demon Lord, otherwise the connection between them would not have been severed so easily.

"Now is not the time, Amber Melois."

The gray figure's voice was still calm, and it took on a bit of heaviness, "You just need to know that the calamity is gone for the time being, and when you become stronger, I will tell you everything that just happened." ”

“... Okay, Mr. Germore. ”

Amber's eyes flickered, and then she took a deep breath and looked like I understood.

Although she still has many doubts in her heart, she believes that Gemmore will not frame her. As a talisman on her body, and even a patronus like being, Gemmore has saved her countless times from dire straits, and is a trustworthy mentor.

Although there are many unknown secrets about Gemmore, and even a very scary side at times, they don't matter.

"Also, you noticed the head."

The gray figure's voice was calm, and Amber's reaction was as expected, "I've got a very unfortunate news for you, another team of Lu Gain's local pros has been killed and wounded. ”

“... Is it a pro in the Profession's Home? ”

Amber looked surprised again, for the first time she hadn't been calm.

Accidents always follow, and today she understands this truth again.

The gray figure acquiesced, and then, Amber showed a sad look.

Although the professionals of the Professional's Home are conceited and competitors from the perspective of the mission, they are also human companions, comrades-in-arms who fight together against demons. Their death is a loss for all the professions and a sorrow for Lu Gain.

Without asking too much about how the more than eighty professionals in the Professions' Home had died, Amber came to her senses and focused on Rodamant's head.

"I think I understand, Mr. Germor."

Amber calmly exhaled a breath of turbidity and clenched the half-cut staff in her hand, "The professionals of the Professional's Home did not die in vain, and in the end, we still cut off the head of Rodamant, bringing an end to this long, decades-long struggle. ”

"The professionals of Canduras share the weal and shame of the professionals of the homes of the professionals... They will continue to fight with their responsibilities. ”

Listening to Amber's speech, the old face under the gray cloak evoked a faint smile, and the gray figure nodded with satisfaction: "The deceased has passed away, the responsibility will naturally fall on the living, and there is no need for courtesy to fight against the heavy responsibility and reward of demons, this is what you deserve and will definitely have." ”

“... Well. ”

Amber nodded heavily, she was upset that she had stolen the results of the Professional's Home, but there was no way around it.

Someone has to put an end to this, doesn't it?

The pro of the Pro's Home is dead, and instead of giving the honor of killing Rodamant to those who have died, it is better to leave it to her companions.

This is also to play the role of this honor, and this honor belongs only to the living.

"So, what do I do now, Mr. Germore?"

Amber frowned and spoke tentatively, "Are you going to give me additional instructions?" ”

"Do what you want, girl."

Germore chuckled lowly, and the gray figure dissipated like smoke, revealing the pitch black of the passage.

“...”

Amber was stunned for a moment, then lowered her eyes, as if pondering the deep meaning of this sentence.

However, in less than half a second, Senior's feet moved, and soon he woke up, lifting his heavy eyelids.

"Ink... Melova? ”

Senior's brow furrowed a little nervously, and subconsciously touched his chest, then showed a stunned expression, "Wait... It's kind of weird..."

He turned the palms of his hands towards him, and was surprised to find that all the scratches on them were gone.

"Are you listening, Merois?"

"Don't be nervous, Senior, I'll explain it to you later."

Amber appeared calm, and her reaction reassured Senior.

"Okay, so now we should..."

Seniore slowly got to his feet, but his words were interrupted by Amber.

"But for now, I'll have to tell you something else, about the Profession's Homestead, and the disposition of Rodament's head, and what we'll do next..."

Amber pointed the broken half-staff at the head of Rodamant, who was not far away, and continued faintly under Senior's dumbfounded gaze, "As you can see, we have won the final victory, and this is our victory. ”

We deserve the victory, Amber added a sentence to her heart, as a way to remove some of the guilt from her heart.

It was only then that Seniore noticed the hideous head of Rodament not far away.

"It's... This is the sewer monster, Rodamant? ”

Seniore was in the same confusion as Amber before, "Well, this isn't the deepest part of the sewers... Well, I'll leave it up to you first. ”

Amber had said she would explain it clearly, so he didn't have to dwell too much on it.

"Hmm."

Amber admires Senior's non-questioning personality, which is very comfortable.

"First of all, we inform our companions who have withdrawn from the sewer area to tell them the good news that Rodament has been annihilated and that the mission has been completed."

Amber ripped off a large piece of cloth from his robes, wrapped Rodamant's head, and threw it to Senior, "and then inform the royal family and the homes of the professionals that the local professionals have been killed and wounded... Try to be as tactful as possible, well, I'll bring it up later. ”

Amber's eyes twinkle as she walks into the depths of the pitch-black passage.

···

The long dark night was coming to an end, and a thin, orange-red dawn appeared on the edge of the dark purple canopy.

It was destined to be an unforgettable, memorable night, and at the same time a dawn destined to go down in history.

The countless people of Ru Gain prayed on this night, praying that the heroes would defeat the demons and that the light would defeat the evil. The royal king also stood on the high platform for half the night, sending soldiers to wait at the entrance to the sewer area, receiving every injured and retreating professional, and anxiously awaiting the last news.

As dawn broke, a dazzling beam of light shone on the earth-yellow walls east of Ru Gain, and countless people praying at home raised their heads and stepped out of their homes to look at the rising red sun.

Meanwhile, a group of Canduran professionals who had withdrawn from the sewer area were talking to the nearby captain of the soldier of Ru Gaugin.

"The situation... Very bad, although Miss Amber and Mr. Seniore were not seriously injured at the time, but..."

A weak Canduran mage bit her lip, her pale face showing concern.

"Well, we got it."

The captain of the soldiers, who had listened to what these Canduran professionals had to say, nodded heavily, knowing very well that the two professionals who had covered the retreat of their companions and had been attacked by terrible monsters were mostly unlucky.

If there is really hope, we can only hope that the professionals who are in the front of the home will return to the rescue.

At present, it seems that the goal of destroying Rodamant is probably not complete, and I only hope that Amber and Seniors can return to the surface safely, and not be buried in the depths of the sewers like the previous mercenary kings.

"We can't send any more people to search, please understand."

The soldier sighed, turned away, and gestured to the soldiers behind him to move away from the entrance.

At this moment, he was thinking about how to explain to King Jehein the failure of the profession, and the fact that humans had been defeated against demons was really heart-wrenching.

However, as everyone was immersed in a sad atmosphere, two figures slowly stepped out of the shadows of the sewer entrance. Hearing the sound of clear footsteps, the people outside raised their heads in surprise, and the look of surprise in their eyes gradually turned into surprise.

"Miss Amber!" "Mr. Senior!"

Everyone accepted the fact that their companions could no longer return, and the moment was too pleasantly surprised.

"I'm fine."

Amber swept away the surrounding professionals, as well as the surprised soldiers, and said calmly: "In addition, we will announce two more news. ”

Amber glanced at Senior, who understood, and threw the huge bloodstained package on his back to the ground, unraveling the strip of cloth under the solemn gaze of a dry man, and with a foul stench, Rodamant's ugly head was revealed to everyone.

"This is?!" "Oh my God!"

A few hours earlier, the companions of the Canduran professionals had just seen the portrait of Rodamant, and were so impressed by the face of the head that they could easily recognize it as Rodamant's head, the goal of their mission.

"It's dead?"

The professionals could not hide their ecstasy, and their appearance was in stark contrast to the soldiers who felt confused.

"Yes, this is Rodamant's head, the monster of the sewers has been removed."

Seniore muttered, and at the same time, the confusion on the faces of the soldiers gradually replaced by shock.

"If that's what you say..."

The soldier commander hurriedly pushed away the soldiers beside him, walked quickly to Senior, and said in disbelief: "Everything... It's over? ”

"Yes, although... Heavy losses. ”

Amber took over the conversation and walked over slowly, her blue eyes flashing, "The second news to be announced next, unfortunately, is bad news about the Professionals of the Profession's Home. ”

"They died in the battle against Rodament, and we couldn't find a survivor."

The professionals of Canduras, as well as the soldiers around them, were stunned and fell into an unspeakable silence.

Victory comes with sacrifice, that's the norm.

"But..."

The soldier was stunned and felt a little strange, but was quickly interrupted by Amber.

"We're going to report this to the king, and the sooner the better."

Amber stared at the Captain Soldier, her tone unmistakable.

"It's... Okay, okay. ”

The soldier commander nodded, did not say much, and suppressed the doubts in his heart.