In the real world, a Level 4 Dungeon was a nightmare.
Under international law, it required a Raid Team of at least thirteen Gold-Rank Knights just to attempt a clear. Sometimes, a Platinum Knight was deployed to ensure survival.
Throwing a bunch of rookies—even elite ones—into a Level 4 dungeon sounded like a massacre.
But there was no panic in the hall.
This was an Artificial Dungeon. The damage was dampened, the fatal wounds were simulated (mostly), and the scenario was a "Guaranteed Victory" history reenactment. We were the protagonists of a scripted war.
Or at least, that's what everyone believed.
I checked my equipment.
[Benelli M4] - Loaded. [Winchester] - Loaded. [Potions] - Secured.
I was alone.
Alicia wasn't here. Due to a strict regulation regarding "Proxy Knights vs. Direct Heirs" that I had overlooked in the fine print, she couldn't enter as my retainer for this specific event category. I was on my own.
