To empty our bags, which had filled up again, we headed back to the main base.
[My apologies, Legion Commander. I shouldn't have said anything...]
"No. It's not your fault. If anyone's to blame, it's those slime dragons for moving at that pathetic speed with the enemy right in front of them."
Rastujad was beating himself up over the leisurely farming that his comment had caused. But it wasn't Rastujad's blunder; if anything, it was mine.
'I got the wrong idea because our guys are too good.'
Slime dragons are only called slime dragons in name. I'd forgotten that they're really just worm-like creatures.
I'd momentarily forgotten that the slimes our Legion operates are the elite of the elite, rigorously trained by Lime and me.
...And that's where I went wrong, assuming the slimes left behind in Baal's old dungeon would be on the same level. I never imagined they'd literally crawl around like grubs.
"Damn it. Should I just summon some 3-star monsters and steamroll them?"
