It seemed I hadn’t conveyed myself clearly enough, so I stated it more firmly.

“By the rights of the Holy King, I wish to replace inefficient duties with others. Having someone like me placed in the rear is a significant loss. I will take care of the frontlines, so I’ll leave external affairs to another saint.”

“But... there are no other saints?”

“There will be one soon enough. Just wait and see.”

“......”

My statement, about having previously uncovered undiscovered dungeons, lent credibility to my words. Trusting looks from all around were aimed at me. [‘The Watcher of Cosmic Secrets’ gives a powerful warning.] My hair tingled slightly.

Talking about the future that had not yet occurred was still dangerous.