CH 22

‘I should be happy, or I should be pissed off about this.’

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“I'll do the trap detection here, so get back. It gets in the way of navigation.”

There's no way there’s no trouble.

Cadel thought as he looked at Yohan, the commander of the Order of the Holy Knights, who gave a dry look almost as if he were looking at inanimate objects.

‘Well, even in the game, until the mercenary corps become a knight order, they are ignored in all directions. Although it was expected……. Still, it's disgusting to be treated like this in person.’

Hardships and adversity, disregard and discrimination always come to the protagonist of a fantasy game. Cadel had already realized that from Viscount Stra's attitude. Thinking about the promotion of the knight order far and far away, it just felt helpless.

If he talked back, the tiring work would only be doubled. Let's just ignore it. Cadel, who averted his gaze first, opened his mouth to express his opinion as softly as possible. But before he even uttered a word.

“Are you really saying such a thing because you don't know if this side with only two people is a hindrance or if the side that's swarming like a herd of ants is a hindrance?”

Van, who had been guarding Cadel's side with an uncomfortable expression the whole time, jumped out. Throughout the search, Van subtly ignored and put up with the knights' petty behavior whispering about the mercenaries amongst themselves. Some said that he was an insignificant mercenary from a commoner's family, and others said why mercenaries intervene in the affairs of the temple. If he were to fly off the handle at each one, the position of the commander, Cadel, would be embarrassing.

But even if he put up with everything else, he couldn't stand Cadel being treated as an intrusive hindrance.

Yohan also wrinkled his brow as if he was offended by Van's harsh language.