With the dungeon cleared and the curse lifted, the Village of Faelwen buzzed with life. The villagers, who had been shrouded in despair, now radiated gratitude. A grand bonfire blazed in the center of the square, the flames dancing against the night sky. Tables lined with simple yet hearty food stretched across the village square, and the scent of roasted meat and baked bread filled the air.

“Cheers to our heroes!” the village elder proclaimed, raising his mug of ale. The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the square. Miles and his party stood at the forefront, their exhaustion overshadowed by the warmth of the villagers’ gratitude.

John grinned, lifting his mug toward his companions. “We make a good team, don’t we? Clearing dungeons, helping people—I think we’ve got something special here.”

Nancy, seated nearby with a reserved expression, offered a faint smile. “We did well, but I’m not sure if this arrangement is permanent.”

Lancy crossed her arms, her gaze flicking to Miles. “Agreed. Sometimes, paths diverge for the better.” Her tone was casual, but there was a subtle intensity in her eyes as she looked at him.

Miles remained quiet, sensing an undercurrent of tension beneath the celebratory atmosphere.

That night, as the village settled into quiet, Miles found himself sitting outside his small lodging, gazing at the stars. The soft crunch of footsteps on the dirt path made him turn. Lancy approached, her silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of the moon.

“Can we talk?” she asked, her voice low.

Miles nodded, shifting slightly to make room for her on the wooden bench.

“I’ve been thinking,” she began, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “This party… it’s not going to last forever. John has his ideals, and Nancy clearly doesn’t want to stick around. But you and I…” She paused, looking at him with a glint of determination in her eyes. “We’re different.”

“Different how?” Miles asked cautiously.

“You have your luck, and I have my strength. Together, we could do more than just clear dungeons for struggling villages. We could climb to the top. Make a real name for ourselves.” Her voice grew fervent. “We don’t need anyone else. Just you and me, Miles. We’d be unstoppable.”

Miles frowned. “That’s not what I want, Lancy. I don’t care about being at the top. I just want a peaceful life.”

Lancy’s expression faltered, her brows furrowing. “You’re wasting your potential,” she muttered, standing abruptly. “Think about it, Miles. Think about what you’re capable of.”

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As the night stretched on, Miles lay awake in his bed, staring at the wooden beams above him. Lancy’s words echoed in his mind. We don’t need anyone else. Just you and me.

Something about her intensity unnerved him. He couldn’t shake the feeling that her motives were no longer about the party’s success—or even helping others.

Unable to find peace, Miles sat up and whispered, “System, can I trust this party?”

“Would you like to roll to check?”

He sighed, knowing that the answer would likely just feed his suspicions. “Fine. Roll.”

A translucent dice appeared before his eyes, spinning rapidly. His breath hitched as the number revealed itself—a low 2.

The system’s voice followed almost immediately. “Your party's trustworthiness is compromised. Probability of betrayal within the current dynamic is high.”

Miles’ heart sank. “Can you be more specific? What about John? Nancy? Lancy?”

“John remains trustworthy. Nancy prioritizes self-preservation and will likely act in her own interest if circumstances worsen. Lancy’s motivations have shifted significantly—her current interest in you poses a risk.”

He frowned, gripping his blanket tightly. “What kind of risk?”

“Her motives are no longer solely aligned with the party’s goals or your well-being. Her actions may lead to harm—directly or indirectly.”

Miles swallowed hard, his mind racing. “Why are you only telling me this now?”

“A shift in party dynamics has been detected. Recent interactions and statements have triggered this reassessment.”

He leaned back against the wall, feeling the weight of the system’s words. If the rolls were right—and they always were—he couldn’t ignore the warning.

“Thanks for nothing,” he muttered sarcastically.

“You rolled the dice,” the system replied, almost smugly.

Unable to shake the system’s warning, Miles sought out John the next morning. He found the healer tending to his equipment near the edge of the village, the early sunlight glinting off his armor.

“Hey, John,” Miles greeted hesitantly.

John looked up with a smile. “Morning, Miles. Something on your mind?”

“Yeah,” Miles admitted, glancing around to ensure they were alone. “I need to talk to you. It’s… important.”

John set aside his gear, his expression turning serious. “What’s going on?”

Miles hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I don’t think we can trust Lancy and Nancy anymore.”

John blinked. “What makes you say that?”

“The system told me. It warned me that staying in this party is dangerous. It said you’re the only one I can trust.”

John frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s… a lot to take in. But what about Lancy? She’s been protecting you from the start.”

“She has,” Miles admitted. “But something’s changed. She’s acting strange—too protective, too controlling. Last night, she asked me to leave the party with her. Said we’d be better off without you and Nancy.”

John’s face darkened. “And Nancy?”

“She’s distant. Detached. I don’t think she cares about the party the way we do.”

John nodded slowly. “So what do we do?”

“We leave,” Miles said firmly. “Quietly, before things escalate.”

As the two discussed their plan, the weight of the decision settled over them. Leaving the party wasn’t just a logistical challenge—it was a moral one. Lancy had saved them countless times, and Nancy had contributed her share of support. But the growing tensions and mistrust were undeniable.

The sun rose higher, casting long shadows over the village. Miles and John knew they had to act quickly. If they waited too long, they risked confrontation—or worse, betrayal.

Would they succeed in slipping away unnoticed, or would their departure spark the very conflict they sought to avoid?