He had given himself no warning whatsoever before sending her straight into the Gods' Battlefield, where she could be reduced to bones in mere minutes, and told her to find someone.
There had been no clues at all. The only thing she knew was that once the person she was looking for appeared, she would know.
How the hell am I supposed to know how I know?!
At first, Lamias had rejected this deliberately difficult mission from the bottom of her heart—although her body had been quite honest about it (cowardly), she had still come.
In fact, although the Gods' Battlefield was dangerous everywhere, Lamias had been relatively safe during this period... She had even infiltrated the battle for the Crane Cloth.
"That person seems to be in the Sanctuary right now." Lamias was ecstatic... As for the battle for the Crane Cloth, to hell with it!
As long as she completed the mission, she could return to her original time... What reward could possibly be more tempting than that?
None!
At that moment, Lamias even wanted to leave the Trialist Maze immediately, follow the feeling in her heart, wander around the Sanctuary, and rush straight to the mission target.
"I quit! I quit this competition!" She slammed the hide map onto the ground. In the maze's passageway, Lamias lifted her head and shouted, "I quit the contest for the Cloth! Please let me leave the Trialist Maze! Respected Silver! Respected Gold! Please let me leave!"
She had no idea which person was responsible for monitoring this area, but someone was definitely hiding in the shadows and silently observing the contest, so—shouting was the right move.
"Silver! Gold! Anyone will do—can you hear me?" Lamias shouted again. "I quit this competition, voluntarily! No one forced me! My lord!"
"You... quit?"