When Solvent's spell hit the air, she and the rest of the adventurers left the scene.

Some time after the fight ended, goblins who had survived fight covered their faces.

Involving Don, Bata, and Ritand into this aftermath, they gazed at the falling goblins that had leapt back. They wandered around into their places, quipping at the messy dead.

They shuddered.

The goblin frontline bruised their buttocks when they fell earlier, and some of them had fractured a bone.

The monster trio, Don, Ritand, and Bata, put on their dry clothes and accessories and fixed them until they looked neat. Don was counting the casualties, placing down an empty potion. Ritand grabbed the potion and handed it to Bata, and Bata refilled it to half full with another potion.

Shifting to the decision of Sam and the rest of the fishmen, they left the authority to the goblin leaders and Don.

So Don followed what the fishmen did often in the past: she ordered them to cage the undead goblins. Also, she said that it was advisable for the cages to have food provisions and bags of deodorizing, used coffee grounds.

Afterwards, they went home.

At the end of their short travel, their cracking home city gates welcomed them and bothered them with sour scents.

This opened up a new stage.

Taking a look at what people in this city were like, most of them here lived according to what the newspapers said that the nobles were like. They were coffee-crazed, followed through with promises, each drank a teaspoon of red potion after work, and so on.

Allowing a new perspective into the stage, a goblin worker, Sicario, who left early in the defense with the other workers, stood on the road to the right of the arriving party that included Don, Ritand, Bata, and Sam. He said, “The invaders have kneeled down and complied at our every advantage—” The plump goblins in front of him nodded, rubbing their hands together and embracing one another.

Sam heard the word "ambush" from Sicario to describe what they did to the humans and hesitated, glancing between himself and the goblin warriors with him in the cart. “No.”

Sicario leaned forward, grabbed a dagger on the ground, rolled his head to the side, and rushed away. He came back and handed an old manuscript which he had been hiding inside a small gap in the wall beneath a window frame.

“The meeting engagement had its place,” Sam said, giving a furrowed stare at the goblins pointing their fists at Sicario.

Shifting view to his mind, he organized his thoughts and filed them under specific details in his memory cards. He felt secure in this mind chamber.

Taking focus to the background, a crowd had gathered in front of Sicario and the rest of the arriving party.

He put his voice down on the heads of the crowd in front of him as he would with a table: “Yes, the meeting engagement began with the search party we sent in hopes they found an enlightened traveler.” Sam shifted his clothes to fit and his smile further up at the ene of each sentence.

The congregation listened to his words and acknowledged his report.

Tucking this scene into a corner and transitioning to a new, different segment, to Sam’s left, deep in a narrow alleyway, the monster trio—Don, Ritand, and Bata—murmured among themselves as they snickered. They handed it over their damaged items in bags to Kyra, a helmeted public servant inside a guild. They exchanged items through a barred window at the front of a long line of plump goblins.

Taking a further look at these goblins, they were wiping their sweat away and pointing their fists toward the distance. Some of them wanted the rainy seasons to come.

Anyway, the monster trio thought about a funny connection and wanted to keep enjoying themselves after the boring or tiring fight. Continuing the inclusion of Kyra, the public servant, who was a female fishman, emptied her mind every time that she felt stressed about a faraway but crucial human war.

She threw away the smallest scraps at the bottom of the bags, closing the door on a collection of trash. She said, “Having a lament in a party?"

“Problem? said Don, accepting a pouch of cash from Kyra. “Do you feel enlightened after taking this job?”

Kyra shushed him, and another fish person Cali answered her. Cali had passed behind Kyra and was plumping down dugout chests beside a door. What Cali said was, “Is your orders here by now—”

Shifting to this new person's thoughts, Cali wanted to get out of move to the city away from these slums, but her father wanted her to stay humble. Her father meant that he wanted her to work under Sam instead of a more popular candidate for nation president.

Anyhow, Kyra thought that Cali needed a break after seeing her carry the chests.

Traveling back to an earlier scene, before the monster trio came, Cali leaned against a table and sat down with a weird posture to deal with the back pains.

In the present, Kyra was remembering this scene.

Ignoring Don, Ritand, Bata, and the rest of those in line, Cali watched the gold coins scattering across the floor from the chests. They had fallen while Kyra was in a contemplative mood.

Kyra picked them up two by two and sprayed them across with her sanitizing magic. Some of the coins rolled out the open door.

Pivoting to the two young goblins' entrances, Bata grabbed these outside coins, coming inside, while Ritand patted Bata on the side and told Kyra to straighten up.

Bata asked Ritand to use magic to wet his hands.

Ritand shook his head, but he obeyed anyway.

Bata put his hands against Ritand’s back and continued massaging him, following him around.

Cuing in Kyra, she squinted, raised an eyebrow, and winced at Ritand’s light slap to her back, as she straightened her back.

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She took a pursed-lip sigh, as she listened to Don mumbling “Sam.” Don handed her a magical instrument alongside a summary report paper that Kyra folded and tucked under her arm.

After checking a few papers and answering interrogatory questions, the monster trio left the office.

Changing to the outside, at their left, boats lined up behind buildings and on the edge of a levee alongside a river, acting as a wall that broke the waves. Moreover, cobblestones and boulders piled up throughout them; one of the boats had a forest growing on it.

Eventually, having gone a long distance from Kyra and Cali's workplace, Don, Bata, and Ritand slipped inside an inn far from the river, where they slept in their dried sweat.

This sleep lasted 4 hours.

When Ritand and Bata woke up some time later, they found Don imitating a voice crack as part of a joke story at the inn’s bar counter. She was placing a small mug in front of her when Ritand pinched her on the arm. She retracted her arm and placed the mug down to her left. Incidentally, a mother and a child entered the inn.

As for Don, she made many mistakes since she woke up. And one of them was standing up abruptly and spilling her drink after a bartender put two mugs next to her arms. She apologized and handled the payments, glancing between her money and the mother and child. They approached Ritand and Bata, but the young goblins ignored the mother.

Ritand asked Bata about what they were going to do next, staring at a green mountain.

As he shifted the pouch of Ritand behind him, Bata smiled, touched the bottom of Ritand’s pouch, and said, "If he was here, how do you think he would react?” His tone shifted from somewhat abrasive to delighted.

Bata remembered their horrible parents because of their excitement for traveling.

Bata and Ritand knew they were in their twenties, but they would rather live a simple, carefree life like children.

Ritand looked at Don, who finished getting his money and handed it over to the mother. She bowed his head after he learned her ethnicity from her features.

Ritand wanted Don to stop helping people if that meant she would finally stop feeling her absurd guilt.

Meanwhile, the mother imagined the future where she was a spirit and could only watch her child struggling to survive.

Returning to the monster trio, when the two goblins finally went outside, Don rushed out, following them.

There, Ritand stretched backwards and stared down at a food shop.

Don tucked inside Ritand’s pouch a pamphlet from the hare people and asked, “Should Georta be spoken with your cousins?”

Bata said “Yes,” and Ritand nodded his head, turning his head elsewhere.

Don inquired more about the language, asking what words meant.

Soon afterwards, Ritand rubbed his hands together, as Don looked toward a slow wail in the distance. This combination of Ritand rubbing his hands and a slow wail signalled another shift in the direction of their journey. As for the reason of their next action, it would be revealed a little later.

Ritand blasted the corner of a shop, making it like a smokeless fiery furnace. A familiar mother and child in the shop dropped backwards, leaning toward a hiding place.

Ritand studied the crowd: goblins, fishmen, trolls, and hare people. The goblins in the crowd grabbed the trolls’ long arm strong hairs and leapt from troll to troll. The fishmen rode carts, and the hare people were like vehicles, crawling through the streets.

After Don had saved the mother and child and wet their clothes with a red liquid, she handed them a cloth. She dashed past and below the goblins hanging on the trolls that trudged through the streets.

Don pushed through the crowd, looking behind her at Ritand, Bata, the mother, and the child. He gave a thumbs up, to which the child waved.

Don smirked, fading in the distance.

Bata’s head wandered toward Don, but he was too late to see her.

Moving to Don's spirit, thunderstorms and hail clashed inside it, as her feelings dripped against the pavement. She fell backwards and spilled these staining feelings, watching as her hands smudged against the floor. She was standing up again, and her mind was a maelstrom, a disaster upon the street walls and the nightly storming of the crowds.

Ripping this imaginitive sequence apart and jumping to the action, Don fell over.

Far behind Don, Bata put one hand on Ritand and hardened his hand, watching a mass of smokeless fire continue down to the inner-city. The centre of the fire faded away, as Bata was huffing, yet the fire was raging on. “Squatters’ area,” Ritand said, pointing at the wet market and the slums.

A host of shields appeared everywhere, as people watched the strongest among them take control of the commotion. The strongest was a familiar human face, Solvent, who cocked her head at Ritand in the crowd and gestured toward Bata with complicit understanding.

Marking a new, bold step in their journey, Ritand and Bata nodded at Solvent, staring at a muddy hole where one of Solvent's comrades, a human, crawled out. He asked Ritand and Bata for help in coming out, wearing helmets and many layers of clothing.

He grabbed Bata and Ritand’s hands, and with Ritand’s lift, he tumbled inside Ritand’s pouch that held more than it looked. “Yeah, that’s her,” Ritand said vaguely, curling his lips.

The human thanked him, as red potion liquid wet his palate, healing his wounds.

Ritand grabbed the human’s peeking leg and pushed it back in, chewing his lip.

While this was happening, on another side of the city, a wagon, rubbing around his mouth until his moustache became dry, Sam said, “‘The two rugrats are there.’” He nodded and released a human prisoner, ignoring the prisoner’s heroic claims.

Elsewhere, closer to Don, Bata, and Ritand, Solvent swung in the streets, steering downwards columns of adventurers, directing them to fight.

Returning to Sam, in the blurry distance of Solvent, Sicario, a human that had disguised as a goblin worker, arrived with Sam. He asked, “Do you want her as the next top executive?”

Sam laughed. “What, like little Exterme? No one can be me. I have to do this.” He put his hands on Sicario, taking the dagger out of his pocket and placing it in his hands.

Changing to an aggressive tone, Sicario leapt through the crowd to Solvent, grabbed her leg, and stabbed at her. “Sam wants you dead!”

Moving away from this temporarily, at the back of the crowd watching the commotion, Kyra sorted through her pouch and raised a weighty, disproportionate magical instrument. With dark circles around her eyes, she shook the mechanical toy, hyperventilating.

Advancing to some time after Sicario's confrontation, he saw an insect flying in his peripheral view, and his eyes unfocused and refocused at the faraway Kyra.

Nearby, Solvent had fallen to the ground.

Sicario gained a new spell and added it to his inventory of spells. He imagined a grandiose future for himself and smiled, having removed Solvent as a posed danger.

He filled her up with toxic gas, turning away to the crowd and saluting.

In the meantime, Sam appeared from behind Sicario, setting himself down on the edge of a platform. Sicario dropped off it and dashed out of sight, sustaining his salute.

Reverting to Don, who had been in the scene the entire time, being an ally of Solvent, Don got out from the crowd behind Sicario and being both out of sight, bludgeoned him to death.

Earlier, Don felt that she found her opportunity. She wanted to get by like this, waiting for a random moment to strike.

She got lucky maybe, but if this worked her entire life, she was sure that this was right.

With Sicario dead, Sam’s goblin workers leapt to stop Don, but she was too strong.

When Sam turned the corner with the intention of reuniting with Sicario, Don grabbed and pushed him to the ground, breaking his arms and crushing his chest.

Sam yelled and screamed until he shrieked. He lost his life midway.

In the end, Don was huffing, studying Sam’s body, having defeated Sam's workers. She knew Sam was coming, so she ambushed him.

Starting a new journey, Bata and Ritand arrived and edged toward Don, asking her if she was okay.

Don raised his brows, still staring at Sam.

When Bata stood shoulder-to-shoulder, Don turned his head at Bata’s face.

Bata yelped, leaping away. Ritand caught Bata, asking Don what was going on.

Don stared at him in silence. She walked away, watching the goblin workers shriek when she came close. The strongest among them were too injured to do anything.

Don left the streets toward the gates.

Bata and Ritand followed him.

They wanted to know if Don did this because of her plan. They knew Don hid some things from them, especially her plan, but they wanted to know if this was what was supposed to happen.

Don stared at the ground as she walked over the uneven road, going around and jumping over potholes.

However, reintroducing Sam’s bandaged goblin warriors from the fight with the humans, they emerged and went in front of the monster trio, blocking the way.

Don gestured for them to move, glancing between the roads in front of her.

The bandaged goblin warriors asked to join Don.

Don glanced at Ritand and Bata.

They knew what to do.