CHAPTER 16

"… I am August De Winitas. Sister."

August bowed his head in an indistinct, blunt day.

"Then you two can talk. I'm going to go now."

And he left the office without any time to say anything.

By any chance… Does he not like me?

Considering my reputation in the Black Knights, it is possible.

Having trouble with the priest is a bit difficult.

As I swallowed a perplexing groan, I looked at the closed door as August disappeared.

As if he had read my insides clearly, Meyer said.

"Priest August is always like that. It's not because he doesn't like you, so don't worry too much."

"I don't care… How did you know?"

I changed my words because I thought it would seem lame to make excuses that I was okay while trying to stick out my fins.

Meyer added with a smile.

"I can see everything on your face."

"I was turning my head earlier? You couldn't see my face."

"Then, I can see everything on the back of your head."

He's playing with people, playing with them.

"Don't just pout your lips and show your dissatisfaction. So, what brings you to me?"

Oh, my lips.

I cleared my throat by coughing.

It was much better now than Meyer's bad mood, but it was still necessary to arouse this ridiculous atmosphere.

I answered with a restrained attitude.

"I have a suggestion for the reorganization of the Black Knights."

"Reorganization of the Black Knights… Being a vice commander doesn't seem to be a lot of fun. You've been working like a vice commander even before you've been appointed."

Did you know that I don't want to be a vice!

There is no bad taste to pretend not to know while obviously knowing.

I was about to say something in a fit of anger, but I shut up again. It was because I felt like I was going to get caught up in Meyer again. I replied with a smile.

"It's my preference to make sure that I'm on the job anyway."

"That's very reliable. So how do you plan to proceed with the reorganization?"

Whether he was interested in what I said, Meyer stared at me.

When his golden eyes looked at me like that, I felt as if I had become a gazelle chased by a leopard in the savanna grasslands.

No. I shouldn't feel chased. Face to face! Opinion! Because it's time to pay!

Having grasped my will, I was fortunate with a confident attitude, taking my neck and standing.

"I know that the Black Knights are composed of the 1st Army, with the elite who will enter the Demon King's Battle, the 2nd army to fill the void when a defector comes out of the 1st Army, and the 3rd Army with potential."

"Yes."

The first group consists of the strongest members of the Black Knights according to their attributes and classifications. Meyer, Axion, and August are among them.

The second division is comparable to those who are competent, but they are not enough to become the first division.

Began and Ginia, who chatted with each other on the way back, were in the second division.

Dungeons of quite a few levels were usually cleared by mixing groups 1 and 2.

It was rare to clear a dungeon with only the first division, perhaps if it was a high-level dungeon.

'It's a way to get the 2nd Army to go through a top-level dungeon.'

The third group consists of those who are skilled but have not yet adapted to the Black Knights.

"It's not that they don't have skills… They can't even join if they don't have skills in the first place… But…'

"The number of troops in the third group is the number of troops in the first and second. I think it's too much."

"Let's cut out the Third Army?"

"Yes."

I nodded my head. Meyer touched his chin with a faint groan as if he were thinking about something.

"The Third Army is useful, too. The low-level dungeons, which are not necessary for the first team, would be defeated by mixing the second and third teams."

Little drops of water make the mighty ocean.

As the total number of difficulties and number of dungeons is summed up at the performance reporting meeting, I also understood how he felt that he could not give up even a low level of dungeons.

'A good score would give you a chance to enter the battle of the Demon King, and in the first round, you were narrowly behind Fabian's expedition. Every dungeon will be precious.'

And the reason the Fabian expedition was able to beat the Black Knights was because it was quality rather than quantity.

It was possible because of my information.

I lowered the rhyme carefully.

"The remarks may be offensive to the leader, but…"

"It's not unpleasant at all, so speak comfortably."

"… When I was in Fabian's expedition, I focused on high-level dungeons. It worked. I think the attack that the Black Knights should take now is the same."

"That was amazing. Fabian's expedition seemed to know when and where the high-level dungeon gate would open."

"…"

I shut my mouth.

The Fabian expedition said they were chosen by God.

But behind it was the information I secretly gave Fabian.

"But things are different now. Fabian and I remember the first round. I know the information about big dungeons, I mean. Then who will close the dungeon first, and it won't end up being a land-picking fight. That would give us the advantage of having more people."

"… It's not going to be the same as the first."

In a game that originally had the concept of rounds, rounds 1 and 2 were not the same.

Of course, it does make it easier in the second round, but it was not synonymous with ease of difficulty.

In the Battle of St. Mary's, there are additional dungeons with increased difficulty. And this was information that Fabian did not know.

"You know something."

Meyer's gaze penetrated me.

He looked at me for a long time, eager for an answer, but I couldn't say anything.

I barely moved my dry mouth, giving the most answers I could.

"… It's only natural that you win the Performance Reporting Conference once I join. Leader, please keep in mind that you will be able to improve your skills before the battle of the Demon King."

Fortunately, Meyer didn't ask too deeply. After retreating, he turned the subject around with his previous story.

"Okay, so what kind of criteria are you going to take out of the third group?"

"I acknowledge the need for the Third Army. There's no harm in closing the dungeon a lot. But right now, we have too many unnecessary workers."

"There's no financial problem with them."

"Funds are not the problem. It's about determination. Recently, there have been too few personnel shifts between the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd teams. It's stuck. Maybe that's why I saw a few members who were in a state of complacency. Those who don't want to go up to the second division and just sit in the third division."

"Huh…"

Meyer also showed signs of speculation.

"They are useful to close a low level dungeon. They just closed the dungeon a lot, so there's nothing bad about it."

"They're like rotten tangerines."

"Rotten tangerines?"

"If you leave it alone, it will rot around."

That's why it's important to create an atmosphere.

The difference in efficiency between the bossy atmosphere and the atmosphere where negligence is taken for granted is large.

It would have been okay until now, but it was different from now on when I joined.

It doesn't end with closing the dungeon given, but I'll try hard to improve my personal skills, so the schedule will become tighter, and dissatisfaction will come out more easily.

Before that, I had to cut out the problem.

"If you deceive those who are not willing, the Black Knights will be much stronger. Then the speed of closing the dungeon will be faster. My conclusion is that we need to distinguish between the Black Knights."

"It would be fair to distinguish them one by one. That's gonna take a while."

"Fortunately, I have a talent for that."

I grinned. In the party's window, I can see the details of the party members' battles.

Of course, the desire to fight.

I didn't intend to encourage rotten tangerines and grow up. It was a waste of time.

I'd rather give it to someone whose full of motivation and talent.

It doesn't matter if you're full of motivation, and you just don't like me.

I worked hard for them, but suddenly I felt like I fell off with a parachute.

But if you didn't work hard, would you be very eager to grumble?

They wouldn't even care how hard I worked or how much I helped the expedition.

In short, it was the elimination priority for me.

But I'm not saying we should get rid of them right away. There's an order for work.

"Of course, if I proceed with the reorganization as soon as I become the vice president, there will be a backlash from the inside. I also need time to get a closer look at the Black Knights… Please set up a special unit for me."

"Special unit? Do you want me to set up a team that everyone recognizes?"

Meyer readily said.

As soon as I nodded, he was ready to put all the elite in a special unit.

But that's not what I want. I shook my head and refused.

"No. Rather, it's the opposite. That kind of genius can only be heard if I work hard to cultivate it?"

"Then what?"

"There must be talented people who are devalued within the expedition and are not recognized. I know those talents, so I'll pick them out and grow them well. I'll prove my worth so that I will be supported by the arguments I make in the future."

Of course, if they reject me and spread false rumors even though I did this, I would have to do something stronger than that.