You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

But the arrow is already on the bowstring, and there's no turning back.

He could only suppress his doubts and wave his hand to order the carriage to be prepared.

Lilith and Alyssa also each chose a few pieces of blue protective gear and potions to take with them.

Before long, the carriage carrying the three men, escorted by iron knights, headed toward the Volcano Mansion. The wheels rolled over the scorching stone road, making a dull thud.

In the huge, leather-smelling garage of Crimson Flame Keep, Carolina's figure appeared exceptionally small.

She wore a dark maid's cloak, curled up into a ball, and carefully pressed herself against the underside of her father's luxurious carriage.

When the butler, Lester, approached with concern, she only revealed a pair of pleading red eyes:

"Grandpa Lester...please, please don't tell Father!"

She had decided that she had to help her sister Lilith and Ron.

Her father would definitely object, so she had no choice but to take a risky gamble—

Once the carriage takes her father to the Volcano official's residence, she'll find a chance to slip away!

Leicester's butler stood to the side, his face filled with conflicted emotions.

To conceal it? If something were to happen to the young lady in the treacherous Black Language Cave, he would be held responsible to the death!

Can I report it? The young lady's pleading eyes and past intimacy made him reluctant to do it.

Just as he was caught in a dilemma, heavy footsteps approached.

Count Martel, already dressed in his formal attire for the anti-testing ceremony, appeared at the storeroom entrance, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room:

"Leicester, is the car ready?"

Leicester was speechless:

"Master...Master..."

Before the steward could answer, Count Martel's gaze had already fallen precisely on the chassis of his carriage, and he sighed helplessly.

"Carolina, what kind of behavior is it to hide down there? Are you trying to show your support for Lilith by getting covered in engine oil? Come out and get in the carriage."

Carolina froze under the carriage, then slowly crawled out, her face smeared with oil, too embarrassed to look at her father.

"Father...Father..."

Her voice was barely audible.

"Lilith is so good to me, I... I can't ignore her..."

She was prepared for a storm.

Butler Leicester instantly understood his master's intention and quickly stepped forward to take Carolina's arm, his voice tinged with relief and urging:

"Miss! What are you standing there for? Go wash up! The master intends to take you to the official residence so that you can sit in his carriage with dignity!"

The count's words were tantamount to tacitly approving her involvement.

Carolina was stunned for a moment, then a huge surprise exploded within her!

Her face lit up with an incredulous light, and she almost jumped for joy.

"Really?! Thank you, Father! I'll go right away!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already rushed to the washroom like a gust of wind, leaving Earl Martel with a helpless wry smile and Lester with a long sigh of relief.

After Carolina had washed up, changed into a well-fitting formal dress, and hurriedly returned, Count Martel gave his daughter a deep look, then helped her onto the carriage.

The carriage doors closed, and several strong stone lizards pulled the heavy carriage out of the castle, their horseshoes striking the scorching ground.

Count Martel removed a warm, antique silver pendant from his neck.

It is flame-shaped, with an antique style, and is inlaid with a tiny pigeon-blood red crystal.

He solemnly handed it to Carolina:

"Take this amulet."

His voice was low, carrying a barely perceptible worry:

"If you are in mortal danger, take it off and drip your blood onto this crystal. It might save your life once. Use it if you need it."

He really didn't want his daughter to use this family secret unless absolutely necessary.

Carolina carefully held the pendant, still warm from her father's touch, feeling the weight of his affection, and nodded nervously.

"Yes! Thank you, Father!"

She carefully hid it inside her clothes, her heart pounding with excitement and the tension of the unknown.

When the Crimson Flame Clan's carriage arrived at the Obsidian Square of the Volcano Mansion, which was filled with countless ornate carriages, a noisy crowd could be heard.

The towering spire of the official residence distorted slightly in the scorching air.

As soon as the carriage came to a stop, Carolina's gaze swept across the crowd like a sharp arrow.

Almost instantly, she spotted Lilith, who was whispering with Alyssa not far away, and Ron, who was standing to the side with his purple longbow on his back, calmly observing his surroundings.

"Sister Lilith! Ron!"

She abruptly pushed open the heavy carriage door, and under Count Martel's helpless gaze, she lightly leaped down from the carriage, lifted the hem of her skirt, and ran towards the two men without regard for her manners!

Her shouts echoed through the noisy square:

"I'm here! I'm here to help you!"

Chapter 69 Fenrir's Soul

Carolina's sudden and dramatic arrival was like a pebble thrown into a stagnant pond, instantly rippled away the gloom that had been plaguing Lilith's face for days.

The two girls, who were as close as sisters, embraced each other excitedly, Lilith's voice choked with emotion:

"Carolina! You really came!"

As Duke Cedric watched this scene, the tension on his face eased slightly.

His gaze fell upon Count Martel, who was stepping down from the carriage, and he nodded solemnly in greeting.

At a time when everyone is trying to avoid danger, Martel's willingness to risk his beloved daughter's life for her is a testament to his profound love and courage.

Count Martel responded with a slightly somber nod, a lingering worry in his eyes—

He took on this responsibility, but the cost was unpredictable.

Among the surrounding nobles, the gazes cast upon Martel and his daughter were a mixture of astonishment, incomprehension, and blatant mockery.

Count Bacchus turned his head and lowered his voice to mock his son, Elodis:

"Foolish! His daughter will soon be branded as an 'accomplice of a swindler.' Who in Ironflame City's high society will dare to associate with her from now on? She's completely ruined."

Elodis's gaze was fixed on Carolina, who was engaged in a heated conversation with Ron, her eyes burning with jealousy and her heart filled with malice:

"Once that kid falls into the cave, let's see where she can run to!"

Ron was also somewhat surprised by this unexpected reinforcement, and he patted Carolina's arm:

"Why are you here again? Did your old man finally give his approval?"

His tone was somewhat teasing.

Upon hearing this, a hint of shyness and eagerness flashed across Carolina's face:

“Ron! Don’t misunderstand my father! He just…”

"I certainly don't blame him."

Ron interrupted her with a smile, his tone sincere:

"It's only natural for a father to want to protect his daughter."

His gaze inadvertently swept over Carolina's fair neck, where a simple, ancient-looking flame-shaped pendant emanated a faintly fierce and imposing aura.

When Ron's gaze fell upon it, a line of information appeared in his mind like a watermark:

【Name: Fenrir's Spirit】

[Quality: Legend]

【Usage Level: LV1+】

【Effect 1: When the holder is on the verge of death, the Fenrir spirit can be awakened, temporarily unleashing a vast power of level 80 (limited to once per dungeon entry)】

[Effect 2: The holder's attacks have a chance to convert defeated enemies into absolutely loyal combat minions (no limit on the number)]

“The necklace…” Ron gestured, “was it given to you by your father?”

"Ah."

Carolina subconsciously touched the cold pendant, somewhat confused:

"He said it might save lives in dangerous situations, but I don't know exactly what it is..."

Ron smiled meaningfully:

"Remember to take it off when we go into the Black Language Cave later."

"why?"

Carolina was even more puzzled.

Ron lowered his voice and briefly explained the pendant's incredible effect.

Upon hearing this, Carolina gasped in shock, immediately covering the pendant with her small hand as if afraid it would run away:

"My God! This...this is outrageous!"

Without the slightest hesitation, she quickly took off the heavy "trump card" and carefully stuffed it into her inner pocket.

With the sound of drums and horns, the heavy gates of the official residence slowly opened.

Guided by the imposing presence of the fire elemental guards, the nobles, the three young women, and Ron re-entered the familiar, towering dome of the meeting hall.

The massive body of the Balrog Highlord Lagos stood before them, his burning eyes sweeping over the crowd.

His voice boomed, echoing like surging lava, as he exchanged pleasantries.

Finally, his gaze fell on Ron.