Alon was outside of the camp, looking at the gate as it opened and the two trucks got out of it and were coming in his direction as outside of the camp, to the right, a provisional field hospital was built. He started to walk toward it and arrived at the same time the trucks stopped right outside of the cluster of tents.

Bartel jumped from the back of one of the trucks and saluted Alon. At the same time, soldiers with white helmets got out and started to transport the injured inside the tents of the field hospital; others were just looking up or down, scratching their heads and the backs of their necks like they were reflecting on something completely deep in thought.

‘Report Leitenant.’ Alon spoke in a firm tone.

‘Yes, everyone is alive but in various grades of injury, To be honest, sir, if we didn’t have our Saintest Eliza, the majority would just die in a couple of hours.’ Bartel sighed.

‘I forgot to ask Edmund if the things on the entrance of the dungeon return, like the ones in the city; we can’t just send one squad inside.’ Alon looked at the gate of the dungeon in the distance.

‘We can do it, sir; give me one truck as support and i will make a path for us.’ Bartel fixed his sight on Alon.

‘Very well, when you are ready, report back to me, Go take care of your men, In my experience, praying helps.’ Alon turned around and started to walk back to camp.

‘Yes sir.’ Bartel saluted Alon quickly, going back to his man.

After some time, Alon was outside of the duchess tent; it was in the middle of the camp and compared to others, it was bigger and had to guard outside. Looking at the two, he noticed that they had smiles on their faces; however, he didn’t think much about it and before entering, he announced himself.

‘Your highness, this is Alon Agron with a report from the scout of the Dungeon.’ He got some dust off his uniform.

‘You can enter, Captain.’ Alya pulled the curtain for him to enter.

Alon entered the tent and saw Edmund upside down going from one side to the other while Ariadne was sitting on her chair, observing, clapping, and smiling while looking at the young white-haired man balancing books and other things on his foot.

‘Quickly, kill me; i can only resist the slave magic for a moment, Take the shot.’ Edmund looked at Alon.

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‘Don’t be dramatic, peasant; we are just having fun for a moment.’ Ariadne shook her hand slowly. ‘Captain, did everything go well? I hope nobody died.’ She turned her attention towards Alon.

‘We had injured but thanks to Eliza, nobody will die, but there were some strange developments.’ Alon saluted Ariadne like always, closing his eyes for a moment.

‘Very well, I would be sad if anyone were to die, but what strange developments?’ She took a fan that was on the table next to her.

‘Hey, did you guys ignore me? I’m still upside down, hello!’ Edmund was still trying to balance things with his feet.

She sighed as she looked at him, not because she found him annoying but more because she was genuinely having fun watching him do tricks, an amusing distraction that made her forget who she was and what she was doing.

‘You can rest now, peasant. We can play more later.’ She wavered at him while chuckling and trying to hide the expression with her fan.

'Alon, could you believe that Alya was just there watching me being used as some kind of joke.’ Edmund, go up straight. 'And I know you guys were laughing,’ he said, raising his voice and directing to the outside.

Alya just quickly looked at the young man and returned to her normal position. As outside the guards looked at one another and smirked, Alon was amused by the scene, but Ariadne just ignored it completely like nothing was happening.

‘So, what was strange inside of the dungeon.’ She began to fan herself.

‘Yes, The squad was almost whipped out by creatures similar to mages but larger; I don’t have a real description, this was what the radio operator told me during the operation in the hallway.’ Alon walked toward the table next to the duchess and pointed at the hallway in the map.

‘So the remnants of the demon lord army are inside of the dungeon; the stories are true.’ Ariadne closed her fan, looking at the map.

‘Impossible, how did they get inside on top of that, the golems should have been able to dispatch all of them as they can regenerate.’ Edmund scratched his head with his index finger while walking closer to the table.

‘They also reported a huge hole on the wall with no end in sight and destroyed golems that they used as cover in the battle against those creatures.’ Alon put his finger in the middle of the map of the hallway.

‘What? That doesn’t make sense; after the dungeon is conquered, yes, the golems will break but not before.’ Edmund was looking at the map deep in thought.

‘They destroyed the golem's ability to regenerate but didn’t conquer the dungeon?.’ Ariadne tapped the table with her fan.

‘Yes, if the dungeon was conquered, the gates would be permanently open, only the hero can turn it back into a dungeon, that is why the sword is there.’ Edmund crossed his arms.

‘Why turn it back into a dungeon? It doesn’t make sense at all.’ Alon held his chin while thinking.

‘The demon lord army can’t open the door, this is where the A-Dam hid themselves after the hero failed; I don’t know what happened next.’ Edmund shrugged his shoulders.

‘The A-Dam were already fighting the remnants of the Demon lord when the Shafran arrived from the mountains, so I don’t know either.’ Ariadne looked at Edmund.

‘Anyway, a whole platoon will go in with a truck acting as support to scout the rest of the hallway when they are ready.’ Alon walked always in the direction of the entrance of the tent before turning around, facing the duchess.

‘Alright, when that happens, i’m going to be at the command tent with you.’ She nodded at the captain.

‘Yes, your highness.’ He saluted her before turning around and exiting the tent.

‘So Alya, can you bring some food for us, i’m hungry.’ Ariane looked at the maid.

‘As you wish, your highness.’ Alya left the tent.

‘I thought you were going to make me do those things again.’ Edmund showed a sigh of relief.

‘I was just toying with you, peasant, a harmless joke.’ She covered her mouth with her fan as she laughed.

‘I’m speechless...’ sat on a chair across the table.