"As an outsider who hasn't even gone into the Dungeon himself more than a few times and only arrived in this city less than half a year ago..."
"What gives you the right to stand here and criticize what we do?"
The black-robed figure who had been huddling in the shadow of the thick stone pillar below the platform finally could not hold back.
Her voice trembling with the sudden eruption of long-suppressed feelings, she strode out of the shadows.
-Fels.
-The [Sage] who had once taken [Mystery] to its utmost limits and successfully created the [Sage's Stone].
Even though she could now survive only in a body of withered bones.
The skeleton beneath those loose black robes was visibly trembling slightly with extreme indignation.
How could she not be furious?
Over the past dozen or so years.
Day after day, she had slipped into the dangerous Dungeon, defying the Guild's rules, guarding against the informants of the various Familias, and risking being mercilessly slaughtered like an ordinary monster at any moment, all to contact and communicate with those Xenos.
She had tried every possible means and poured in countless efforts, barely managing to find those Xenos a pitiful sliver of room to survive in the cracks between the various powers.
She had risked her life to achieve all this, treading on thin ice every step of the way.
Yet from the mouth of a God who had descended less than half a year ago and had only just settled his own Familia's base, over a decade of painstaking effort had been casually dismissed as worthless cowardice.
It was easy to talk when you weren't the one doing the work.
As far as Fels was concerned, no matter how illustrious his reputation in Heaven, once he came to the Lower