"Isn't this just like how the 'Master of the Labyrinth' in the South Sea Great Labyrinth is essentially just a janitor and scapegoat administrator?"
The first thing Ian thought of was the position of the Labyrinth Master he had tossed to Shasha, followed by the sigh of 'laughing to death, indeed just like that'.
He was suspicious at the time that many of the seemingly wondrous restrictions in the labyrinths of Terra were likely just some ordinary regulations from past civilizations—a sort of labyrinth restriction akin to a dust-free lab initiating a high-temperature sterilization when the room gets dirty.
The strong and noble families on Terra could understand, but ordinary adventurers could not. They accumulated countless lessons from experience but they could never compare with the nobles who held inherited knowledge.
A true saying... always remains an unbreakable truth.
