Silva took out the tracts, lining them on top of the table, clear for Edward to see.

  Brayan showed no ge in expression, waiting for his cousin to finish.

  Suddenly he sighed.

  “To think you would go that far…”

  “Hmm?”

  Silva was still feeling relieved whehroat suddenly dried. Brayan grabbed a stack of dots, showing ten tracts, simir to the ones presented by Silva.

  “You…”

  The young woman couldn’t believe her cousin would be this shameless. Shouldn’t he be clear about the sequences of lying to the family head.

  “Silva! How dare you fake these tracts?! The audacity!”

  “Yeah, girl, what did you think?”

  “How you…”

  Led by her vicious uhe other adults began admonishing Silva, drowning the pirl in words.

  Bang!

  Suddenly everyone was startled as Malik smashed the table with his hand. Even his brother was surprised, as the man usually held himself in the background.

  “Who asked for your opinions?! Isn’t the family head judging right now?!”

  The faint pressure of an aplished martial artist surrouhe angry father. For a moment, the other adults present didn't dare to talk.

  Silva’s mother looked kindly at her husband as she subtly id her hand on Silva’s shoulder.

  The young woma an immense warmth in her heart. At this moment she was fident that she could make it through anything.

  Luckily, Edward Colville’s stern voice sou this moment:

  “No oalks without being asked from now on!

  Silva, who are the people you tracted?”

  Subsequently the family head asked a bunch of questions. Silva answered everything in as much detail as possible, while Brayan mostly talked himself out by stating that he only hired the team.

  “This discussion ends here. The family will iigate.

  I hope you are clear about what this means. Media dey, no clusive statement.

  Each sed deyed is costing us money and prestige. Whoever dared to lie to me today will be punished severely!

  Dismissed!”

  The s turned bck abruptly, leaving the family members trembling. Although the old man didn’t show a ge in expression until the end, those present khat he was suppressing his fury.

  Silva gnced hatefully at Brayan while she packed up her tracts. She never hated her cousin this much before.

  This was her moment to shine, and Brayaroyed it, even daring to lie btantly.

  Silva couldn’t uand what was going on in her cousin’s brain, but she khat retribution would e. In the face of the family’s iigation none of those present could protect him.

  “e, we will leave.”

  “Yes.”

  Silva’s voice was weak as her parents led her outside.

  The room slowly emptied out, until only Brayan and his father Owen remaiheir faces frowning.

  Owen spoke first, his voice taining suppressed anger:

  “Didn’t you say you iigated the pany?! That this team has nothing to do with us?”

  “Dad, I did. I was sure everything is perfect! That b*tch must have hidden the tracts! If she brought them to the pany, I would’ve known.”

  “F*ck! Who would’ve thought the daughter of this worthless brother of mine could be so ing?!”

  “What should we do now?”

  “We o find evidence, overwhelming evidence! Find people who vouch for you! Those names on your tract must be airtight as well!”

  “I… I will do my best, father!”

  “Right. Also, go and sublic opinion. Even the family’s iigation is done by humans. Your ces are higher if they favor you.”

  “Yes, yes.”

  While the father-son duo was frantically making pns, the mood at Silva’s home was rgely positive.

  Only Felix was angrily cm about beating Brayan up after Silva told him what happened.

  But their parents stared at their daughter with proud eyes, never once doubting her, which she was incredibly grateful for.

  They only questioned her why she never showed them the tracts. Unfortunately, Silva was just too busy with the game.

  Thus, a tumultuous night passed.

  The day Liam went to training early, learning from Master Baker, until Silva appeared.

  Liam was surprised when he greeted the young woman:

  “I thought you would look more enthusiastic today. Did you go out to party yesterday?”

  Silva smiled wryly.

  “No it’s… didn’t quite go as pnned.”

  “What? Wanna talk about it?”

  “Brayan cimed that he hired the team, fake evidend everything.”

  “What?!”

  Liam stared at Silva in shock.

  “And your family believed him?!”

  “No. They are starting an iigation.”

  “Phew, so he’s done.”

  “Yeah. The family will definitely find out the truth.”

  “o wait so long. Fortune's video will surely release today or tomorrow.”

  Suddenly Silva froze in pce. Her eyes began shining, her whole face lighting up.

  “Of course! Fortune's video! How could I fet about it! Liam, you’re a genius!”

  “Well, I wouldn’t say…”

  Liam’s wot stu his throat as he suddenly found tw but soft arms embrag his neck.

  The young man didn’t anticipate it. Before he could react, Silva had already drawn back, her face filled with happiness.

  “I should hire you as an adviser or something.”

  “Ehm… yeah.”

  Subsequently Silva talked joyfully about how much she looks forward to seeing Brayan’s shocked face when their video came out.

  Meanwhile, Liam gradually recovered, enting from time to time.

  Only wheopic ged towards the game was Liam ba his element, advising Silva about which css to take and where to go from this point on.

  Time passed quickly during the joyous versation and soon it was 10am. Before the two finally decided to ehe game, Silva remembered the reason she came today, paying Liam a full 60.000 credits, calling it a ‘tip’.

  Liam refused sternly but he lost as Silva didn’t give up. Eventually the young woman remembered Liam’s mention of a sister, usio shut him up.

  Silva wore a smug smile as she entered her training room to start the game.

  When Silver Bde and Bleary Mirage ehe game, they found themselves back at Reyr’s Temple.

  After the news of yesterday, the nephilim pyer’s enthusiasm exploded, thinking that Reyr’s Curse might be an easy dungeon.

  But so far, no sed team even got close to clearing it. However, as more was found out about the game, the pyers everywhere began to form strategies and patterns.

  “Searg two more mages for Reyr’s Curse! Must be at least level 6!”

  “Party of eight looks for two more friendly pyers. Ied in long term py!”

  “Buying heal skill book at a high price!”

  With a quick look it could be seen that heal was in absurdly high demand. Obviously, some lucky pyers got the book from treasure chests or monsters, spreading the information around.

  As Liam ehe atmosphere, Silver Bde asked him a question:

  “What do pn on doing today?”

  “I guess I’ll make some money now that so much attention is on the dungeon.”

  “Are you pnning on selling the Tacaria?”

  “Yeah.”

  “But… isn’t this wasting your time? Now that we have an advantage…”

  “It’s alright.”, said Liam with a shrug. He didn’t mind others catg up.

  “But…”

  Silver Bde looked at Mirage with a puzzled expression, not uanding his ck ency.

  Could there really be a pro pyer who didn’t care about his number one spot being taken away? Could one bee a pro without this ambition?

  “Don't worry too much. Even if I py around for a day, I’m still the best pyer in this game.”

  Silver Bde erplexed. Bleary Mirage spoke with such disarming leisure as if his words were the most natural truth in the world. He somehow didn’t even sound arrogant.

  Shaking her head she didn’t know what to think. Silver Bde didn’t want Mirage to waste his time. It didn’t sit well with her own ambition if her teammates fell behind others.

  But from Bleary Mirage’s attitude it was obvious that he would never sider himself as falling behind even if others had higher levels.

  Silver Bde pondered for a sed before trying anle:

  “But don’t you think pying as a mert for a whole day sounds quite b?”

  “Well, it does…”, admitted Liam.

  “Right? Why don’t I hire some people to do it, and you go for more exg tasks?”

  “ we trust others with this?”

  “Of course. My family sent many of our workers to the game to farm all kinds of resources. I pick a few trustworthy oo sell the Tacaria.”

  “Hmm, I trust you know what you’re doing.”

  “Of course. You give me the herb. For the first 500 stalks the money will be yours, afterwards we split it 50/50.”

  “You’re quite generous.”

  “We’re teammates.”

  “We will still sign a tract.”

  Silver Bde rolled her eyes at Liam. But with a pret in pce, she didn’t hesitate. Soon a tract was signed under C’s watchful gaze.

  With everything in pce, Liam didn’t care any longer about the business side of things, trusting that Silver Bde would set everything up.

  He returo the novice vilge, setting his eyes oeleporter which would finally grant him access to a wider world.