After that, besides the Dragon Clan, others who had come to lend their aid approached me one by one and spoke.

I had expected that a proper environment would need to be arranged to support Youngin’s decision, and that they would gather that many people for it, but three of the masters from the nation’s four major professional player teams had come in person.

“As Commander in Chief of the Extermination Strike Team, I welcome the safe return of the expedition’s final member. My disciple and his friends will be relieved. I will take my leave.”

The other team masters must have been busy as well, but hearing the Sword Saint of the Black Forest—who should have been the busiest of all with the aftermath of the demonization—say that made me feel awkward.

Moreover, since he had spoken first like that, it became extremely difficult to bring up anything about compensation or repayment.

After the martial artist, a hearty voice rang out.

“So you know how to use a bit of wit as well! If this child were to give compensation for what you did as Commander in Chief of the Strike Team, it would be no different from smearing your own face with ink.”