Side story: Intersection

"Really? You can find your way back just by following your instincts?"

Pass was still somewhat incredulous at Galan's serious expression.

Although this place was indeed eerily strange, it would still be too dangerous for him to just walk around with his eyes closed, relying solely on his senses. Thinking of the difficult battle he had just experienced, even someone as timid as him couldn't help but feel a little scared.

"Alright, alright, you don't need to lead the way. Just follow me. With someone leading the way, you won't get lost. Just make sure you stick close to me, or you'll get separated like they did."

Seemingly noticing the hesitation on their faces, Galan smiled, indicating that they only needed to follow him. To be honest, he was somewhat uneasy about letting them do things his way.

With their current strength, it seems insufficient to cope with the difficulties within the Dungeon.

It wouldn't be good if we encountered any trouble along the way.

Just like when his Copy suddenly appeared and attacked Clinton, he was lucky last time because he happened to be standing next to Galan, which is why he was able to save him.

But there's no guarantee he'll have the same luck next time.

After all, according to the current intelligence, his Copy would be recreated by the Water Mirror Demon soon after being destroyed, so he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't encounter his Copy again on the road ahead. He could only pray that the other party wouldn't find them so soon.

Galan closed his eyes, carefully recalling the traces of his journey, and began to grope his way back along the path he had come from, just as he had done before.

"But Brother Galan, so much time has passed since then. They can't possibly just stay in the same spot forever, can they? Even if we manage to find them, what if they're not there?"

The surrounding environment remained eerily silent as the three walked through the Dense Fog. After taking only a few steps from where they had been, Pass suddenly realized something and asked Galan was leading the way, with concern.

Given Lucina's personality, she would never sit idly by and wait to die in a situation like this where she gets separated from her teammates in Dungeon. Therefore, she figured that the other two were probably no longer in their original positions.

Even if they try to find it again now, it will be of no use.

If they have indeed gone elsewhere, how are the three of them supposed to find them?

"Yes.:::

Hearing his concerns, Clinton also became somewhat worried.

"Although Lucina's intuition is always very accurate, even if she discovers the secret of this Dense Fog like you, she will definitely still choose to come looking for us... If nothing had happened to them, we might have just missed them if we went looking for them like this."

"But we can't just do nothing, can we? Besides, I think any smart person among your teammates wouldn't choose to come looking for us."

Galan was walking at the front, kept his eyes closed and spoke softly.

Their ideas were not without merit, but Galan had considered these issues beforehand.

Although I wasn't familiar with Lucina, judging from the two people's evaluation of the girl, she shouldn't be a fool.

Having discovered the secret of this Dense Fog, her first priority should be ensuring her and Lia's survival during the Copy attack, followed by waiting for the others to arrive and rescue them.

If he were in that situation, he would definitely do the same.

If Lucina were to take the initiative to find them, there would not only be the risk of missing out on the three of them, but also the factor of needing to take care of Lia, making it very inconvenient for her to act.

Unless she chooses to abandon Lia and run away alone... If that's the case...

Galan's brow furrowed involuntarily. He dared not gamble on the other party's limit of pressure, nor did he want to gamble on their human nature.

Lia and Lucina weren't close; they were only temporary teammates who had met today. Unlike Pass and Clinton, who were comrades with a long-standing bond of life and death, if they encountered a truly insurmountable predicament, the other side might very well choose to sacrifice Lia to buy themselves a chance to escape.

"Galan.:::"

Galan had been planning to quicken his pace, suddenly noticed a hint of hesitation in Clinton's voice and couldn't help but wonder if there was something he wanted to ask.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just... a little curious, are you really a warrior?"

This question has been troubling Clinton for a long time; he's been pondering it repeatedly since he came this far.

"Huh? Of course."

Hearing his question, Galan was somewhat surprised.

What else could I be but a warrior?

Besides, didn't they already know about your job placement from the beginning? Why are they asking again now?

Judging from the previous appearance of his own Copy, Galan must definitely be a warrior, right?

But after thinking about it, he suddenly realized something: was it because he saw the magic I was using?

"... What kind of magic is that? No... So why are you, a warrior, able to use such profound and powerful magic? And so skillfully? Even seasoned Mage me have never seen anyone at your level."

Seeing that the other party didn't shy away from discussing the matter, Clinton couldn't help but pour out all his questions, as if his entire body was covered in question marks.

"My situation is a bit special... Well, this magic itself isn't actually a particularly profound magic; it's only after more than a hundred years of development that it has such a wide range of uses as it is today."

"But I didn't develop this myself, don't get me wrong. All my magic was taught to me by Serie, so it's kind of like... a Privilege, right?"

"In short, with her help, I directly obtained a spell that had been almost perfectly developed and all the experience in using it...:::... that's roughly the situation."

After thinking for a moment, Galan briefly explained the matter to the two of them.

Anyway, this isn't a big deal, and Serie is currently preparing for the [Continental Magic Association].

Letting more people know what the "Privileges " a future First-Class Mage will possess can help her advance her work, right?

If Mages on the continent knew that becoming a [First-Class Mage] would grant them a spell they desired directly from Serie, even if someone tried to sabotage it, most people would be unable to resist the allure of that temptation.