You Have a Point, but Who Said I Was Here to Reason with You?

Broly had long noticed that something was off with the dwarf girl through the Crystal Palace Panel, but it was not easy to ask directly. He had planned to look into it properly over dinner, yet Liliruca spoke first, and he directly made his stance clear: he was willing to help her.

"It's like this, Big Brother Broly. I want to leave your Supporter team."

The dwarf girl said this.

Bell, who had been ordering food, froze when he heard that.

Broly frowned as well.

"Can I ask why?"

"Well, because it's too exhausting. The workload of being your Supporter is a little too intense—so intense that I can't keep up."

Liliruca answered.

"If that's the only reason, you can work at your own pace. On my side, however much you can carry up, that's how much I'll pay you. I never demanded that you work yourself to exhaustion."

"That's true, but there's another important reason. During these past few days working for you, I've actually earned enough money for myself."

As the dwarf girl spoke, an embarrassed smile appeared on her face. She explained, "It's not a problem with the job. It's my own problem. I never liked the dangerous Dungeon.

"My parents died in the Dungeon, leaving me an orphan. So I once swore that if I ever earned enough money to do some other kind of chores, I would stop being a Supporter.

"Big Brother Broly, I'm truly grateful that you hired me and allowed me to earn more money recently than I could have ever imagined before. But now that I've earned enough, I think it's time for me to pursue the life I want."

"So that's how it is..."

The simple White-Haired Boy did not suspect anything. He was simply saddened by the departure of