Watcher

The team assignments were complete.

Each group entered its corresponding Toad Palace passage through the stone door that had opened for them.

In the blink of an eye, the hall returned to normal.

There were no stone doors in the walls at all... or rather, these thirty-two passages themselves had been created through an unconventional method, using the chaotic treasure bestowed upon Maritis by the Toad Ancestor—the Wet Tumor Stone.

The purpose was to completely divide the Knight Order.

What awaited the different knight squads were traps meticulously arranged by Maritis.

Of course, even without accepting the additional terms, forcefully breaking into the Toad Palace would still lead them into traps... There was another reason why she had added the terms at the last minute to split up the knight companies.

At that moment.

Amid the pus flowing from the Toad Idol, Maritis slowly emerged, holding a pure emerald. A swollen tongue covered in pustules and tiny holes extended from behind the hair concealing her face, licking through her damp curls.

"The most troublesome assassin isn't accompanying that young knight. That makes things much easier... Though one of the knights who arrived later is also troublesome, this is still far from the worst-case scenario.

"I'll absorb a few of the weaker knights first and improve my physical condition.

"Then I'll find an opportunity to deal with the knights around that brat in one stroke, capture him alive, and bring him before my master... If he truly is connected to the Book of the Dead, offering such a grand gift will surely earn me unprecedented favor.

"I'll be very close to myth..."

Inside the passage lit by burning Toad Oil.

Asamo, the powerfully built knight whose body nearly filled the entire passage by himself, walked at the front.

Abel stayed