The Aloof White Miko, the Death-Bringing Elf, the Banshee of Mourning!

The one standing in the way of Lord Dionysus obtaining Divine Wine smoothly... Filvis's gaze lingered on Broly for a while.

Noticing the female elf's stare, Broly curiously met her gaze and saw a pair of red eyes.

"Hello."

Broly had a favorable impression of people with red eyes, so he politely greeted her.

"..."

Filvis rudely looked away without offering Broly a single response.

"Hey, you're really cold."

Theiona was somewhat displeased by the female elf's attitude of ignoring others.

"We're only going to the Dungeon together to carry out an investigation. Other than that, there's no need for me to have any further involvement with you."

"Hmph. Just make sure you, the rear guard mage, don't drag us down. Let's go."

The werewolf Bert did not give the female elf a pleasant look either. Taking the lead, he headed toward the Dungeon entrance.

This encounter had been far from pleasant. Like a tiny splinter lodged in one's finger, Filvis was a foreign object that cast the entire investigation party into an awkward silence.

Leffia looked at the others, then at the fellow female elf trailing behind the group at some distance. As they were about to enter the Middle Floors, she could not help turning around and reminding her, "Miss Filvis, could you not stay so far away? We're about to enter the Middle Floors. You're our spellcasting rear guard. If you remain outside the group and a monster suddenly appears, you could be in danger."

In the real world, being high-level did not mean one could completely ignore attacks from lower-level monsters. If a high-level rear guard mage adventurer encountered a close-combat monster with explosive power and a knack for Sneak Attacks, then was suddenly approached at close range, the situation could still become extremely dangerous.

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