"Did you hear? There's something odd happening in Lake Lienia."

"Just some country bumpkins from Scameroon, pay them no mind."

In Bed City, on the Adventure Supplies Commercial Street, it's the perfect time for those adventurers who entered Sain Dungeon at midnight to come out and take a break, making the street bustling.

The liveliest place is the Free Trade Zone, marked out by Count Charon, the current Bed City Lord, on this street. Adventurers can come here to sell their day's loot through official channels or set up their own stalls for trading, enjoying almost no fees and the security provided by the Bed City Guards, making it an absolute steal.

A large number of adventurers head straight here after leaving the Dungeon, rushing to grab a good spot for their stalls.

Setting up a stall only requires a cloth, a bowl, and a few wares. If selling information, they don't even need these; they can just stand there.

Both buyers and sellers are from the adventure industry, naturally exchanging a few words while shopping.

The main topic dominating their conversations now is the foreigners who suddenly appeared in Bed City a few days ago.

Namely, the Skamelon people.

"About a week ago, many adventurers who were missing for days in Sain Dungeon returned. I only found out when they were bragging in the tavern that they had actually gone to Scameroon, a war-torn country. That's quite bold."

An adventurer casually chatted with a companion while sifting through the goods on the stall in front of him.

"Don't shuffle if you're not buying. Also, I heard they were teleported there from Sain Dungeon. Who in their right mind would go to Scameroon? Trying to convert to the Church?"

The stall owner tapped the adventurer's hand with a feather duster, and the latter chuckled, grabbing a Flying Knife that looked like it was produced by the Painting Messenger:

"I'll take this one. I heard the Demon Clan is causing trouble again, and they seem a bit stronger. I need better weapons."

"What good is a Flying Knife to you? Check out this more powerful Big Dragon Tooth replica. Let me tell you, the benefits are..."

The stall owner pulled out a weapon resembling a Big Dragon Tooth and started boasting, while also trying to sell off the unsold Havier Armor replica.

Luluwo walked by and quickly discerned that the armor being promoted was just a prop for cosplay. In terms of defense, it was barely better than hanging a pile of rocks on oneself.

However, she didn't feel like spoiling it. She was on vacation in Bed City and didn't want to waste time or ruin her mood over such trivial things.

Since the connection between Hepa Town and Bed City had finally been established, she could freely travel between the two locations.

Given she couldn't lend much help in Hepa Town anymore, and had been busy tackling Sain Ancient City lately without taking a proper break, she informed Fingerley and the others and started her three-day vacation.

Although she felt that after a three-day vacation, Hepa Town would still likely have nothing requiring her assistance.

Luluwo wanted to set aside worries and thoroughly enjoy herself.

However, walking through the Free Trade Zone, all she heard was talk about Scameroon, making it impossible for her to fully immerse in her vacation, forcing her to think about the events of the past few days.

It had been a week since the incident that the rebel army referred to as the "Demon Clan riot" attack.

The rebel army was currently in a phase of respite and recovery.

Rebuilding the town structures damaged in the fight was going to take some time. Repairing collapsed buildings wasn't the issue; the key was that the magic arrays built into the town walls required professionals for fixing. If they couldn't connect with the existing magic arrays, the operation of the entire Magic Sky Curtain would be restricted—one week certainly wouldn't suffice.

Replenishing the rebel army's living forces was also crucial. It was impossible to be without casualties in the battle with the Demon Clan; they were recruiting new troops from elsewhere for reinforcement, which also required time.

Additionally, there was a need to replenish the resources taken by the Demon Clan, funding requirements, heightened vigilance, and so on—a busy endeavor indeed.

However, none of this was related to Luluwo, who was only responsible for Dungeon strategy; she could vacation with peace of mind.

"Did you hear? The Demon Clan attacked a town over in Scameroon, and the scene was brutal."

"My family has some ties to the military. That town was where the new teleportation gate in Sain Dungeon was located, and previously it was occupied by the Holy Light Church, even with a massive weapon like the Magic Sky Curtain. But somehow, it was breached by the Demon Clan. Do you know why?"

"Of course I don't. Don't keep me in suspense; tell me quickly."

"That's because someone within the rebel army was transformed by the Fallen Demon Egg—there's a mole!"

Luluwo overheard this conversation as she passed by a group of adventurers.

Indeed, what the adventurer said seemed to hold some truth, as the rebel army had pinned the recent breach of Hepa Town's walls on an internal mole transformed by the Fallen Demon Egg.

As for how this notion came about...

"I saw with my own eyes a lad in my team transform into a Demon Clan being; it must be the Fallen Demon Egg's fault!"