After the third hand, the game was abandoned and a map of the front lines was shown, which caught several others' attention. It became clear to them all right away they had a lot of work cut out for them. Only seeing the pieces in play, it painted a fairly clear picture of those closer to the front were giving their all while those further away were building up their own strength instead of helping and clearly preparing for the collapse of the front line. Expecting the demons to soften up their rivals before swooping in and taking everything. The problem is the demons just restore their numbers after a single day. In addition, they become stronger than ever with every kill they make. Not only growing that demon who makes the killing blow but adding a new addition to their numbers.

Seeing this, those on the front hold desperately to the status quo. They do not dare fail, because that would mean death to the demons. In the opposite side is they have greedy neighbors to their back that would at best take all their credit and spoils for themselves and worse just kill them all and say they found them in a mutually destroyed state. Except, everyone would know it would be a betrayal because demons come back. But there would not be any real proof and there would be no one to replace those nobles forces anyway. At least until the next major victory when a different noble would pounce on them in the same manner.

By the time midnight rolled around over half of the unaffiliated and uncharmed auxiliaries were in the common room listening to the conversation. Not only that but many of the maids, guards, and trainers were there as well. Including Duke Hamelton, who had a huge grin on his face finding the so-called weakest of the bunch to figure out the state of the world. Not that all their guesses were correct, nor their assumptions, but it was close enough to paint a respectable picture. He could only nod at this as he thought about the otherworlder terms of statistics. Over seventy percent of the total number of gamers became auxiliaries. And not the casual gamers that might play for an hour or two with some friends, but those that spent a fair amount of their hours a week on it. Much more than some as a normal job. Ironically enough, it made most of them the most predictable and unpredictable at the same time.

Those who chose hero or royalty-type classes were either the popular people or those who wanted to be the popular people. Or just plain idiots with dreams of grandeur! Most of the fighters were those naturally gifted with athleticism but not so much in the brain departments while the crafters and merchants were the opposite. Naturally, auxiliaries were the opposite of the hero classes, as royalty was a bit in all of them and all of them a bit of it.

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After him hearing the reason for this impromptu meeting reason, he nodded to one of the guard captains allowing it to go on for a little longer before moving on to the real reason he was here. Dolling out punishment to the charmer and her group. Naturally, he knew about there being charm effects being used. In fact it was a very weak school of magic with a very niche situational use. Mainly because it requires the victim to be weaker than you. It was allowed now because it is both useful as a training tool and not strong enough to really matter. Except, a group of thirty power leveled their charmer by volunteering to be put under her and being released over and over. Making her level 2 that very morning using this method. Making her more powerful than most of the other summoned otherworlds. It put a smile to his mouth learning it was the cardmancer who outed the seductress. Considering his whit has been much greater than many of the heroes and royal-type classes, He just hoped one of the most promising individuals of this group would survive to be of use in this eternal stalemate of stupidity.

After walking through the halls till he got to a holding area where thirty-four outerworlders were being held. Those who have been charmed were put in another area while their contracts were broken for breaching the laws of the land and rehab. He ignores the groans of pain from the questioned prisoners as they are ‘asked’ for more information. He soon comes to the door of one hero class who he thought had promised. An archer with a knack for poisons.

“ Linsey Leuis, what exactly were you thinking you would do? Making many of the auxiliaries and fighters into your servants then doing whatever plan you considered doing. Gods forbid if you thought of rebelling because not even I could have saved you from the guillotine. You're lucky we caught this scheme early. Because this is the least of punishments that I could give. Now, do you have anything to say?”

She looks up as her head raises before spitting at the Duke. A glob of blood seemed to freeze halfway between them before dropping to the ground and sizzling as it was destroyed by the magic ward in place.

“ I was thinking if those idiots were going to die, it would be for a good cause. I know you know most of them are nothing more than cannon fodder. At best, they are meat shields to buy time for those truly important.”

The Duke frowned further at hearing this.

“ You are both smart and clever for a hero new to this world. It always surprises me to see how powerful those with the class quickly become. But I have long stopped being surprised at how arrogant you are as well. I have seen too many heroes already humbled permanently. So what happens next I hope humbles you a little.”

With that said the duke turns away to allow the interigater to ask his questions again.