Everyone gawked at him in absolute silence, which really served as a contrast to the noise all around them.
Duke Leander’s emotional expression instantly shattered.
He was just about to shout a very firm no to that madness when Luca turned toward his husband instead.
"Will you be okay coming with me?"
"!!!"
The already fracturing Duke froze, utterly aghast that his precious son had just casually invited his husband to accompany him straight into the jaws of death!
But just as Leander was about to demand an explanation and brace himself for yet another wave of despair, Luca looked right past him toward two more people.
Not his wife, Lia.
Not Minister Kordell.
And not even Marshal Julian.
Instead, he seemed particularly keen as he tilted his head and politely asked,
"Head Maid Gloria, Butler Gary, can you two help us out too?"
"?!!!"
GASP!
Duke Leander, the proud patriarch of one of the Four Great Dukedoms, visibly wilted.
One moment, he’d been standing tall and prepared to sacrifice himself for his precious boy.
The next, he was practically a flattened, paper-thin Papa slumping toward the ground because even the head maid and butler had been picked before him!
Only then did Luca finally notice his father’s strangely deflated state.
"Oh no! Papa, are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
Duchess Amelia, who couldn’t believe they were having this ridiculous conversation in this exact place at this exact moment, could only sigh.
"Your father will live, Luca. But it’d probably be best if you explained why you’re asking for particular people and what you’d like everyone else to do."
Honestly, the Duchess had been surprised at first too. But after observing her own child for a while, she’d learned that Luca wouldn’t look that certain, much less specifically ask for two practically retired combatants over the active soldiers surrounding them, unless there was a very good reason.
She just needed to remind her child that most people couldn’t predict what he was planning when he had a habit of looking at things from a completely different angle.
Luca’s eyes widened as he finally realized that he hadn’t actually explained anything yet.
Right!
"Sorry!" The golden-eyed cadet gave everyone an apologetic smile, scratching awkwardly at the back of his head before looking toward his mother. "Well, Mom, I thought maybe we could just cheese it."
The surrounding group stared at him.
...Huh?
Cheese it?!
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Naturally, the rest were confused about Luca’s proposed strategy.
To begin with, what did that even mean?!
Well, for starters, it was something Luca’d heard about back when he was still in Tesseris.
See, just because the awakened were considerably strong didn’t mean they were always strong enough, or that they necessarily had the right abilities for the particular dungeon that needed clearing.
Back when dungeons had first started appearing, they hadn’t yet developed the kind of organized system for the awakened that came about after several years had passed. That apparently meant Espers could end up being assigned to dungeons they had terrible compatibility with simply because there wasn’t much of a choice.
For example, there were those who could wield fire but still had to enter water-based dungeons despite being at a considerable disadvantage. Then there were those with mental abilities who had to rely almost entirely on the suddenly strengthened bodies of awakened Espers because they ended up inside dungeons where their primary abilities were basically useless!
But maybe because there wasn’t much of a choice, and humans generally preferred living, people naturally came up with increasingly creative ways to solve their problems.
Some of those strategies involved what could only be considered cheap or unconventional methods of survival, or, in less desperate situations, simply ways to make their lives much easier!



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