Apparently, the Cravis Empire’s Crown Prince, Paul, couldn’t go with us on our search.

He complained, “I want to go too. The Hero is the empire’s hope… but I can’t leave. My father collapsed recently, so I’ve been in his shoes.”

I commented, “I can’t imagine that at all.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Hee hee, I know. To be honest, I want to go to the dungeon and go wild like always.”

Paul going wild? I only remember monsters going wild on him… Of course, I didn’t say anything. After all, this was Paul’s home ground.

The Paul I knew from the dungeon was slightly different from the Paul in the audience chamber and the grand hall. Perhaps it was because I was more familiar with his dungeon self, but to me, it felt like a carefree, clumpy kid was being forced to wear the clothes of a crown prince. He seemed too unfit for the position, but perhaps that’s exactly what made him so passionate and foolish in the dungeon. He could be using the dungeon as a way of relieving his stress.

Of course, that was just my opinion. It could just be that he had no sense for battle.

I stared fixedly at the Peruta Mountain Range on the map.

I murmured, “Peruta, huh.”

Ellos remarked, “Ah, right, didn’t you say you summoned Peruta? I remember...