Orario's roads extended in every direction.
Viewed from above, the streets within the city's circular walls resembled a spiderweb.
Eight main avenues branched endlessly into smaller streets and alleys, connecting with one another. The main roads were broad and solid.
Amid the morning bustle, countless adventurers gathered along both sides of the northwestern street, their heated gazes fixed on the procession moving down the road.
A broad banner fluttered overhead, displaying a crest resembling a clown beneath the sunlight and morning breeze.
The image seemed to mock everyone absurdly, while also flaunting its own arrogance and emphasizing its presence.
As the banner advanced with the procession, the surrounding adventurers could no longer contain their excitement and began discussing it fervently.
"That's the [Brave]!"
"Lady Riveria, over here!"
"The Loki Familia has begun their expedition!"
The Familia's executives walked at the front, greeting the crowd on both sides. As the procession moved onward, the cheers grew louder, and the entire street fell into a boisterous atmosphere.
The Dungeon—the world's demonic lair.
People feared monsters and worried over life and death, yet they also held an endless yearning for that boundless, unknown abyss.
Advancing and exploring were not merely the Guild's recommendations. They were the goals instilled in adventurers by the atmosphere of the entire city.
Tiona happily waved to the people around her, making sure everyone noticed her. Seeing Lefiya beside her looking somewhat timid—
She wrapped an arm around her, never ceasing her greetings as she quietly asked, "What are you worried about? It's not your first time joining an expedition."
Lefiya was pulled along by her as she waved to the surrounding crowd.
"I'm a little worried about how Liber is feeling," she replied softly.
"Loki's with him, and besides, you're underestimating him too much. Relax, relax."
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