Leonhardt sat on the edge of his bed while gazing at his mercenary guild card and the member's tab, which made his lips curl into a smile. He thought back to Erina's expression before she closed her eyes and nodded.
"You don't want to take part in activities that go against your morals... huh?"
Those were terms for joining his mercenary band, but he didn't intend to use the mercenary band to perform things for his dungeon but to build a reputation to allow him to spread through the kingdom.
'Astrea basin and the city of Astrea will be mine.'
However, he couldn't become complacent now—he needed to keep himself focused.
'My plan is progressing smoothly... I must return to Arlet and appoint a lord. It is time to take my move as a Dungeon Master.'
Leonhardt's eyes closed, focused on the dungeon system.
'Zafira!'