Back in my room—finally alone, finally free from prying eyes—I let out a quiet breath.
Slowly, I raised my hand and tapped the faintly glowing screen hovering in front of me.
The translucent window rippled like water at my touch.
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[Hostile incursion successfully repelled.]
[Crisis-class mission: Complete]
[Compensation pending calculation…]
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"…Right," I muttered, leaning back slightly against the headboard.
"That was classified as an emergency mission."
A legion commander.
Not just any enemy—something far above what I should've been dealing with at my current level.
"…This better be worth it."
I flexed my fingers, a faint grin forming despite the lingering exhaustion, and scrolled down.
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[You played a key role in defeating 'Lexton the Basterd'—a renowned mercenary of the Ravran tribe and a rising commander under the Demon King's banner.]
[Your renown has significantly increased.]
[Standing with the Draken Ducal House has shifted.]
[Status: Allied]
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