Holy knights were prostrating themselves before Ian, bowing their heads.
The room in the labyrinth took on a very solemn atmosphere, reminiscent of a temple during scheduled prayer time.
The members of the Ian Mercenary Group kept a slight distance, exchanging glances. In such an atmosphere, they couldn't mindlessly approach Ian's side and strike up a casual conversation.
Ian felt a throbbing headache as he watched the scene.
He wondered if the boss wasn't completely dead and was still continuing its mental attacks. He glanced sideways with that thought, but there was only a pitiful pile of bones that should now be called a corpse.
Even the Knight Commander and Frenda, who should have put a stop to such irrational behavior, had joined the ranks with expressions as if they had achieved enlightenment.
'...Rin. What are you doing?'
'Ah, well, given the mood...'
