‘Where’s the dog?’

Grid missed the timing to throw the skewer and hurriedly looked around. Was it because the room was too dark? The dog that Braham mentioned couldn’t be seen. 

‘Why is it so quiet when the foaming dog should be running over?’

It couldn’t be a case where the dog didn’t exist. Braham said that Fenrir’s dog was always guarding Fenrir’s room. Grid trusted Braham’s information 100%.

‘Ah, I don’t know.’

He couldn’t afford to fail because he wanted to save an item. Grid hesitated for a moment before preparing to throw the skewer.

“No,” Mercedes suddenly spoke. Her beautiful eyes were mysteriously shining. “The dog that Braham mentioned isn’t here.”

“...!?”

Mercedes was the owner of Keen Insight. No matter how thick the darkness, it was all meaningless in front of her. On the other hand, Braham’s information was hundreds of years old. If he had to choose between Mercedes’ Keen Insight and Braham’s information, he would naturally choose the former.

‘Is it planning to attack while waiting elsewhere?’

Grid faced an unexpected variable from the start and turned to Braham. Braham’s expression was distorted. The moment he heard Mercedes’ words, he used magic power detection...