I Don't Need To Log Out

"Syme, how is it going on your side? Don't disappoint me like Draco," Asef said angrily through the magic crystal.

"Everything is going according to plan. We have three Mimes in Kelta," he declared.

This female Keldar was Syme, the second strongest Demon.

"Good. This plan must succeed!" Asef cut the connection after saying that.

"Sigh..." Syme was in deep contemplation.

"Sir, is there a problem?" One of her aides asked.

"Don't worry, you all can leave now," she ordered.

What happens now? She thought. Is it really necessary to kill them all?

---

"You might remember Maverick from the tournament you participated in," Kimer said before adding, "He was the one who had summoned the arena."

"What? The arena was a summon?" Carmen asked, her eyes wide with surprise. "Is it possible to summon non-living beings?"

They knew it was magically built, but summoning was different from building with magic.

The trainer, Maverick, chuckled. "You must be a new summoner. Don't worry—you'll learn everything you need to know if you train here." He spoke with a hint of pride, clearly pleased with his knowledge and skills.

Kimer quickly added, "They won't be joining us permanently since they'll train inside the Citadel. However, you're always welcome here during your free time." Your journey continues with empire

It was evident that Kimer hoped to see the saviors train at his facility.

Immortal saviors could become exceptional soldiers, but he refrained from openly pushing the idea against the order, especially with Nora present.

The group continued their tour, exploring various facilities and observing some of the magical devices used in training.

By the end of the tour, most of the players decided they wouldn't spend much time here, viewing it as unnecessary for their gameplay.

The tour concluded shortly after, but Kimer stopped Nora to share something privately. Of course, Arlon secretly listened in.

"It seems the anti-saviors are expanding," Kimer said, his tone laced with concern. "I've heard rumors that some of them are already in Kelta. Be careful!"

"Don't worry," Nora replied, her voice steady. "I've heard the same, but I doubt they'll act openly in Kelta."

"Good. As long as you're aware."

With that, Kimer bid her farewell and walked off.

As the evening approached, the group began making their way back to the inn.

On the way, a boy carrying a letter ran up to Nora. "Miss Nora, this is from the gate," he said, handing her the envelope.

Nora quickly scanned the contents before addressing the group, her expression tight with irritation. "It seems Mr. Arlon has arrived at the gates, but there's an issue. I'll need to go handle it."

Her frustration was evident—yet another task added to her workload.

"Could one of you saviors accompany me? Preferably the one closest to Mr. Arlon," she asked, her tone betraying her exasperation.

---

A few minutes earlier, at the gates...

"Sir, welcome to Kelta. May I see your ID?"

The copy, now under Arlon's direct control thanks to their proximity, didn't seem surprised by the request.

"I don't have an ID," the copy responded calmly. "I'm part of Lady Rael's party, here on Lord Zephyrion's invitation."

The guard nodded. "Ah, we were informed of your arrival. However, we'll need to search your belongings before you can enter. Also, may I ask you to remove your mask?"

"Huh? Is that really necessary?" Arlon hesitated. Removing the mask could jeopardize his dual identity, and he couldn't afford that risk.

"I'm sorry, sir, but for security reasons, we need to verify your face."

Arlon quickly thought of an excuse. "The mask is... glued to my face," he said, feigning embarrassment.

The guard's eyebrows twitched, clearly skeptical. However, he didn't want to risk offending Lady Rael's guest.

"Very well, sir," the guard said reluctantly. "Would you mind waiting in the guard station while we contact Lady Rael?"

Arlon agreed, feeling a pang of guilt for making the guard's job unnecessarily complicated.

***

After some time, Nora and June arrived at the gate.

"Miss Nora, thank you for coming," the guard said apologetically.

"It's alright," Nora replied briskly. "We'll handle the verification inside." She gestured for the copy to follow her into the guard station.

"Sir Arlon," Nora said, her tone professional. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Nora, and I'll be assisting you during your stay here."

June greeted him with a polite nod.

"So," Nora continued, "I understand you're unable to remove your mask. May I ask why?"

"Ah, it's a personal matter," Arlon explained, carefully maintaining his cover. "But Lady Rael assured me it wouldn't be an issue."

Nora smiled politely but pressed further. "In that case, would you mind if Miss June sent you a message to confirm your identity? It's a simple precaution."

Ah, so that is the reason June also came. Only a player, or savior, can send a message to another savior. Arlon thought, nodding. "Of course. Miss June, please go ahead. I've temporarily disabled my chat block."

After June sent the message and verified his identity, the guards completed their search of his belongings. Satisfied, they allowed him to proceed.

"Mr. Arlon," Nora said, "I apologize for the inconvenience, but I must return to the Citadel immediately. Would you mind if Miss June accompanied you to the inn instead?"

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and sprinted toward the Citadel, just like the other administrators.

She was visibly faster than most, though.

Arlon and June walked to the inn together. Along the way, June shared updates on what had transpired since his absence. Arlon listened quietly, though he already knew most of what she was saying.

When they reached the inn, they parted ways. Arlon the player's room was located some distance from the guide's room.

But that detail didn't matter much. As long as he swapped between the rooms, everything would stay in order.

---

Arlon had to wait for the next day since he was currently acting as Arlon the player, and players were required to log out.

During the night, he took on the role of the guide. By morning, he donned his mask once again, ready to continue the charade.

With their schedule free until their meeting with Zephyrion, the group, including Arlon, spent their time together exploring the city and sharing meals.

"Mr. Arlon," Pierre began hesitantly during one of their outings, "we accepted your offer and came here, but it's been almost two weeks now, and we haven't done much of anything. Some of us are close to dropping off the leaderboard."

It was clear from his tone that this concern had already been discussed among the players.

"Don't worry," Arlon replied calmly. "By next week, you'll realize that the leaderboard doesn't matter."

He offered no further explanation, leaving the group visibly unsatisfied with his response.

Despite their frustration, no one pushed him further. After all, he was arguably losing the most by being here and not leveling up.

Arlon, however, wasn't concerned. He knew Zephyrion would make it clear that this wasn't just a game during the meeting for the first time for the players in this timeline.

And if for some reason Zephyrion didn't, Arlon would ensure they understood. There was no need to rush the revelation.

In the meantime, the group couldn't help but notice Arlon's new Wraithguard Set.

Of course, Arlon was already wearing it since this would mean he didn't need to change the Sentinel's Legacy Set constantly between his copy and himself.

And the rest of the players also realized the upgrade and understood that they were the only ones who did nothing in the last week.

Time seemed to pass more quickly as the week came to a close, and before they knew it, the new week arrived. The long-awaited meeting with Zephyrion was finally upon them.