Tyrant's return: Reborn as a Good-For-Nothing Young Master

Chapter 28: Ch 28: Moon’s Cavern- Part 2

Chapter 28 - Ch 28: Moon’s Cavern- Part 2Aiden Smith, the leader of the Dungeon Exploration Club, quickly took care of the monsters, dispatching them with ease and efficiency.

His calm demeanor gave the other students some relief, and he waved his hand to signal that the danger had passed.

"Everyone, sound off! Do a headcount."

Aiden ordered, his voice firm as he scanned the group.

A few murmurs passed among the students as they counted.

"Uh... we're missing three. Two first-years—Fenrir and Dain—and a second-year... Betty."

One student finally said.

Aiden cursed under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

"Damn it. We just got in here."

He turned back to the group.

"Alright, change of plans. Our top priority is finding them. I don't care how 'safe' this dungeon is supposed to be, we don't leave people behind. Split into groups of two and stay in sight of one another. Shout if you find anything."

The club members nodded and began organizing themselves into

"I'll admit, you're strong, but you're still inexperienced."

She muttered between attacks.

"Maybe you just need therapy."

She paused for a fraction of a second, taken off guard by the bluntness.

"...What?"

"You know, a nice long chat with a professional. Sit on a couch. Talk about your childhood. Work through your homicidal urges."

Fenrir continued with a casual shrug as he blocked another slash.

Betty blinked. And then... she laughed. A deep, unhinged sound that echoed off the stone cavern walls.

"You're the first person to say something like that to me."

She said cheerfully.

Fenrir tilted his head.

"Is that because you usually kill people before they open their mouths?"

Betty's grin returned—sharper, brighter, almost manic.

"Exactly. How did you know?"

He didn't answer.

Instead, he slowly adjusted his stance.

She was unpredictable, and while she hadn't gone all-out yet, he had the creeping suspicion that she could escalate much further.

He needed to either stall her long enough to regroup with the others or create an opening to escape.

But for now, he stayed silent. Watching. Waiting.