Two more days had passed since Draco had woken from his unscious state.

  Now fully healed and energized, he decided it was time to resume dungeon diving with his familia.

  During his extra two days of recuperation, Draco had e to learn that his familia members had ered the dungeon during his three-day absence, which both pleased and irritated him.

  He was happy that they had been ed for his well-being, but also ahat three precious days had been wasted.

  During this period, no one had taken charge of matters regarding the dungeon, indig a problem withieam dynamibsp;

  They had bee too reliant on him and his decisions, which was fine for now, but iure, it could bee a signifit issue.

  “Sigh, one problem at a time,” Drauttered, donning his dungeon attire for the day.

  As he did so, a sudden thought crossed his mind.

  “Ugh, Rose,” he groaned.

  No one had goo the guild during these past few days, meaning that she was unaware of what had happeo them.

  He could only imagine what she was currently feeling, perhaps worry for their well-being, a their ck of unication or the worst, she thought that they were dead.

  Shaking his head to dispel the worst-case sarios, Draco exited his room and made his way to the dining area, where the rest of his familia would be gathering for breakfast.

  "M, Draii," Dimitra greeted upon notig him, her hands carrying trays of food to the table.

  Draco's eyes narrowed as he noticed the slightly burnt ba and eggs.

  "M, Dimitra” he greeted back.

  “Who made breakfast today?" he asked curiously.

  "Me and Bahamut," Dimitra replied hesitantly, notig the dire of his gaze.

  "Just so you know, I made only the toast, so..." she quickly added, not wanting to receive any criticism.

  Draodded, silently aowledging that Bahamut had at least made an effort.

  Since Bahamut had insisted on taking charge of the kit, she had kept her word and tried to involve herself in the making of every meal.

  She was getting somewhat better, though she still struggled with various spices, a fn cept to her as a goddess who had previously shown no i in cooking.

  "Hmm, where are the others?" Draquired, sing the dining area.

  "They should be here in a few minutes," Dimitra replied, before scurrying back to the kit to retrieve the rest of the meal.

  Just as she left, Bahamut exited the kit, heading to the dining table.

  "M, Draco," Bahamut called out upon seeing him, a mesmerizing smile grag her features.

  Draco greeted her with a simple smile of his own.

  Dropping some food oable, Bahamut took a seat right o him.

  "Are you sure that you're ready to resume dungeon diving?" Bahamut suddenly asked, her brow furrowed with worry.

  "Yes, I'm pletely healed now," Draco replied fidently, flexing his arm as proof.

  Bahamut's face sched up, obviously questioning the veracity of Draco's cims.

  As a goddess, she could effortlessly distinguish lies, so she could tell that he wasn't lying, but she still wao put him to the test as there may be lingering effects that he failed to notibsp;

  "Please don't give me that face, I am telling the truth," Draco said, misinterpreting her expression.

  However, Bahamut did not correct him.

  "Really now?" Bahamut asked, her silver scaly tail suddenly shing out at him.

  Draco quickly responded, his bck scaly tail swiftly defending against her strikes.

  'Ugh, how is she s? This kinda hurts,' Draco thought as he could feel a stingiion on his tail, but he kept a straight face through the whole ordeal.

  "Hmm, seems you are alright," Bahamut said after a few moments of the impromptu sparring session.

  "What are you two doing?" Vasileios asked in worry, having just ehe dining area only to see his brother and the goddess fighting with their tails.

  "Just so you know, we're not really fighting, so take a seat," Draco said, reading into Vasileios' thoughts.

  "Oh," Vasileios replied, taking a seat on the opposite side.

  Not long after, Cir, Michalis, Nikoos, and Vasiliki ehe room and took their seats.

  Eleni and Dimitra followed shortly, and soon, the entire familia was gathered for breakfast.

  "So what are our pns for the week?" Nikoos asked Draco, while taking a big bite from a rge sausage on his pte.

  Draco paused for a moment, sidering his response.

  "Hmm, I'm not sure yet. After I report my level up to Rose, we might be allowed to go deeper into the dungeon so you all gain excelia faster," he replied.

  Everyone perked up as he mentioned leveling up, but a hint of worry crept into their expressions.

  The gap between their own growth and Draco's had bee increasingly apparent, and the thought of him leaving them behind weighed heavily on their minds.

  Even though it was a silly thought and Bahamut had long since expihe reasons behind Draco's rapid progression, the fear of bei behind was ever-present.

  There was also the that their own limitations might slow Draco down, a thought that they couldn't quite shake.

  Draco was aware of all this, for he would likely feel the same way if he were in their position, but this roblem they would have to solve themselves.

  He was aware that nothing he would say, could truly vihem.

  "I see, we'll do let us know what the pns are when you make up your mind," Nikoos finally replied.

  'Ugh, there it is again. They should involve themselves a bit more. I should probably begin addressing this now,' Draco thought, taking a sip of cold water from his cup before speaking.

  "There is something I o discuss with all of you," Draco said, his tone suddenly growing serious.

  The familia members turheir full attention to him, their curiosity piqued.

  "During my recovery, I realized that we've bee too depe on my decisiarding the dungeon. While it's been w for now, it's not a sustairategy in the long run. We o start taking a more colborative approach, with everyone tributing their ideas and taking on their fair share of responsibilities," Draco expined, his gaze sweeping across the table.

  They all listened ily, their expressions refleg a mix of uanding and fusion.

  They could see the logi Draco's words, but the prospect of taking on more responsibilities was rather daunting, it was far easier to just follow.

  Draew this wouldn't be an easy transition, but he also uood that it was necessary for the growth and stability of their familia.

  "It is a bit earlier than I inally pnned but from today, I will be re-evaluating all of you for the few months before choosing a vice-captain," he tinued, his voice steady.

  Draew that there would be times when he had to move on his own , so the familia needed another leader during those times.

  The air became a bit teh the sudden annou.

  The familia members g each other, their minds rag with questions and s.

  Who would be chosen as the vice-captain? What would be expected of them in the evaluation process? How would this ge the dynamics of their group?

  Bahamut, oher hand, remained silent, the unfolding situation with a keen i.

  Draco could seheir unease, and he knew he o address it head-on.

  "I uand this may e as a surprise, but this is a necessary step for us to bee a stronger and more resilient group. Each of you has urengths and perspectives that greatly be our familia. I want to give you all the opportunity to step up and take on more responsibility," Draco expined, his gaze moving from one member to the .

  Nikoos cleared his throat, his brow furrowed in thought.

  "I appreciate your trust in us, Draii. But what exactly will this evaluation process entail? And how will you choose the Vice Captain?" he asked.

  Draodded, anticipating the question. "The evaluation will be a multifaceted process. I'll be your performan the dungeon, your deaking skills, your ability to work as a team, and your overall itment to our familia's goals. The Vice Captain will be the one who demonstrates the stro leadership qualities, rational and strategic thinking, and dedication to our shared missions." he replied.

  Cir spoke up, her voice slightly hesitant. "Does this mean we'll be leading the expeditions into the dungeon as well? I'm not sure if I'm ready for that kind of responsibility." she asked.

  Draco offered her a reassuring smile.

  "Not necessarily. The Vice Captain will be responsible when I am not active or in a situation where we o split up, but you all will have the opportunity to take on more active roles in the deaking process. It's about finding the right band leveraging each of your strengths." he expined.

  Bahamut, who had been silent throughout the discussion, offered her support in his decision.

  Draodded, grateful for Bahamut's support.

  The tension in the room soon began to dissipate as the familia members processed Draco's words.

  Slowly, a sense of determination and anticipation began to take hold, especially in Michalis and Vasiliki who were extra eager to take on the role of vice-captain.