"It is, Master Bern. Previously the messenger had been driven away, but he really wanted to see Master Bern..."
A squire in trouble came to Bern after lunch.
If you listen to me, they have a messenger coming from a neighboring country.
Until now, the State of Latta has flagrantly refused to engage with other countries.
It was also the result of a run to preserve Bern so he wouldn't find out he was a demon fox.
The past, which has escaped the public's doubts with various excuses - this time, I guess, will be driven back in the same way.
"He really seems to be saying he wants to see you, but have you heard anything more about him?
"Yes. Looks like it's about the dungeon we talked about earlier. Just like us, our neighbours seemed to be aware of its existence…"
"... shit"
"... Master Bern? Did you say anything...?
"No, it's nothing."
Bern takes a breath to regain his mind.
I just recently got an idea of Aria's address called Distopia.
A neighboring dungeon is also expected to be a place called this distopia.
In that case, neighboring countries were enemies.
"So... what shall we do? It is possible to say no, as before, but I also feel that it would be better to cooperate with our neighbours in a dungeon offensive"
(What should I do? I can say no...... maybe it's time to get tough. Instead, I wonder if I could praise you if I had a meeting with the Demon King to exhaust my neighboring adventurer...)
In Bern's head, the forthcoming developments are paralysed.
Since adventurers are also only pawns to protect themselves from Bern, some sacrifices plan to meditate on their eyes.
Everything was conceived around Aria.
"Okay. I'll see the messenger. I'll be ready in a minute."
"Yes, I did. I'll tell the messenger that too."
The squire leaves the room with his words.
Perhaps the dungeon offense wanted us to cooperate.
Before Bern changed his mind - and he was invisible to his squire.