The city was bustling for a while—from the inside and the outside. A large number of snipers from the Indigenous Monsters Alliance chased after one man. The man escaped so swiftly like a squirrel that they had planned to call for troops when he suddenly disappeared. Worst of all, he had disappeared where ‘that’ was said to be. It was something they must not lose no matter what price they had to pay.

“Hm…” One figure kneeled to study the blood stain on the ground. Then he reached out and twisted one hand in the empty space in front of him and tilted his head. It was then one person ran toward him and quickly made a report.

“…So, were they caught in the trap?” he said in a husky voice while still looking at the empty space.

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“That’s perfect. Bring it over here.”

The basement was wider than they had expected. It seemed the place was made with war in mind, and it was large as an air defense shelter. Furthermore, Ru Amuh’s prediction was right. The eighth recruits were still alive and hiding inside the center of the city. With the Demon Empire and the Indigenous Monsters Alliance warring in the region, the eighth recruits were stuck in between and were unable to move around. Ru Amuh wanted to applaud them for having survived until now in this terrible situation. Like the seventh recruits, they must have endured great hardships and adversity. As a result, the eighth recruits looked thin and dreary like starving refugees.

But besides that, Ru Hiana wasn’t pleased by the situation, specifically the eighth recruits’ attitude toward the detachment. They had taken great risks to come to the eighth recruits’ rescue. There was no reason for them to be investigated or treated as the lesser ones by the eighth recruits...