Ten minutes ago, Letia quietly slipped into the shadow of the tent, her gaze swiftly sweeping over each wounded soldier, every detail, as she ruthlessly compared the tragic yet still-living scene before her eyes to the colder, more hopeless hell painted by the Script in her mind.
In the original Script, the Scarlet Legion suffered devastating losses, corpses littered everywhere.
Though they defeated the Demon, the entire squad was on the verge of collapse.
But now, while the Scarlet Legion had taken heavy losses, its core strength remained…
The most crucial difference was that terrifying Demon, the one Brian was supposed to kill at the cost of his own life, was still prowling in the darkness.
Was this change because Hera was gravely wounded instead of dead?
After all, in the original story, Hera’s tragic death forced Brian into a desperate struggle with the Demon, ultimately falling together.
But now that Hera was still alive, Brian chose to retreat.
Letia’s thoughts raced, and she immediately tried to reopen the Destiny-Determining Script in her mind—
Yet all she found was not clear words and images, but a churning, bottomless fog.
The Script that once guided and imprisoned her was now a deep, turbulent mist.
All the plot, all the foresight, was suddenly swallowed and shrouded by this unexpected haze…
At this moment, Letia finally understood.
Hera’s survival was variable A.
Because of it, Red and the other two entered the Second Floor Twenty-Seven with her—this was variable B.
The original plot was now almost completely discarded.
So even if she could still see it, it didn’t matter much anymore.
Strangely, seeing all this, Letia actually felt a bit relieved.
She was glad she’d chosen from the start to take Litt’s place in the Script, rather than just running away—otherwise she’d die without even knowing how.
Now, even though she couldn’t see what would happen next, she could still glimpse herself dying on the Second Layer Twenty-Five.
The general framework of the Script hadn’t changed, only minor variables had emerged.
So Letia could accept it.
Because Red was here.
As long as she stayed with the original Script’s male lead, making it out of the Second Floor Twenty-Seven alive wasn’t impossible.
So, Letia followed after him.
At this moment, Red was just as he’d been at Dawnblade, fully focused on controlling the Bloodtracking Hunter Spider.
Back at Dawnblade, he often worked alone like this too.
The only difference this time was that she was following behind him…
“Karakara…”
A faint, dense sound of chitinous legs scraping as they crawled, almost like it was scratching her eardrum, rang out suddenly from above and behind her.
Letia froze, yanked back to reality from her tangled thoughts!
She whipped her head around, and saw a silver-white Bloodtracking Hunter Spider, its body glinting with metallic light, hanging upside down from a crack in the rock just above her head!
Those scarlet compound eyes, like two frozen ghostly flames, locked straight onto her!
Damn!
Lost in thought and let my presence show!
If she hadn’t spaced out, Red wouldn’t have noticed her at all.
But since she’d been discovered, there was no point hiding any longer.
She stepped out from the shadows and, putting on a nonchalant face, looked at Red.
“Yo~ What a coincidence, you’re here too.”
Seeing that the person following him was Letia, Red actually let out a breath of relief.
Ever since entering the Teleportation Array, he’d had the feeling that someone was trailing him.
So when he released the Bloodtracking Hunter Spider, he appeared to be scouting ahead, but in fact, a couple of the spiders were sweeping behind.
And sure enough, he found Letia.
“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Red sighed helplessly.
“Why are you here?”
“Brothers stick together in hard times,” Letia shrugged with no sign of embarrassment, even though she’d been found out.
“When I saw you rush into the dungeon in such a hurry, of course I followed along.”
Hearing Letia say this, Red didn’t respond immediately.
He stared at the girl in the black Priestess Robe before him, and only after a while did he speak.
“You weren’t like this before.”
In Red’s memory, back at Dawnblade, Letia always seemed like a team player on the surface, but in reality, she was quite the loner.
She’d never put herself in danger, nor risk her life to save others.
So seeing her follow him here, Red was naturally shocked and confused.
He just blurted out that sentence.
“Before?”
Letia thought for a bit, then shrugged and said, “People change, right? Just pretend I like you or something.”
“… ”
Red looked at Ku Letia’s unserious expression, the corner of his mouth twitching;
“I get the feeling you just want to bet with me on the lottery and have Mason pay out.”
“How’d you know?”
Letia feigned surprise.
“Mason said he wanted your yogurt, ten thousand per shot…”
As she spoke, Letia pulled a condom from her pocket and, using an irresistibly tempting tone, said,
“So, want to do it?”
“No way!”
Red clutched his head in agony, while Letia just sighed regretfully.
“Fine… Oh, right, he said it’s okay if you just do it in front of him yourself.”
Hearing this, Red’s mind quickly conjured up the scene of himself “taking off” in front of Mason…
What kind of hellish scenario is that!?
But even more importantly—
“Mason never said that, did he?!”
“Heh~ Guess for yourself?”
Letia stuck out her tongue and let the topic slide.
Leaving Red with a pressing question in his mind—
Should I keep my distance from Mason from now on?
She stretched lazily.
“But since you’ve found me, why don’t we work together?”
With that, Letia gently pushed Red’s back and said,
“What are you standing around for? Get to work.”
“…Oh.”
Red snapped back to his senses, once again focusing on the Bloodtracking Hunter Spider he’d sent out.
As annoying as Letia could be, he had to admit—her presence behind him was oddly reassuring.
She might joke around, but after all, this was a dungeon.
Knowing Letia’s temperament, she’d never actually do anything dangerous.
Just as Red expected, Letia folded her arms and leaned her body—seemingly at ease—against the massive metallic Cross that was deeply embedded in the ground behind her.
Her blue eyes pierced the dim light, locked firmly onto Red’s tranquil, focused profile.
Silence stretched between them, broken only by the distant, rumbling roars of beasts.
After a long while, Letia finally shattered the oppressive quiet, her voice low but carrying a rare, heavy seriousness.
“Hey, Red.”
“What is it?”
Red, hearing her voice behind him, asked, a little puzzled.
“Is something wrong?”
Letia’s gaze lingered on Red’s face, as if weighing something, or making a difficult decision.
After hesitating for quite a while, she spoke slowly.
“Here’s some advice for you…”
She paused for a moment, as if wanting every word to burn itself into Red’s mind.
“Never, ever trust Otto.”
He really is up to something.