Rayven was quite curious as he pondered this new information.
His fingers drummed lightly against the armrest as he stared at the open book. The pieces were starting to form a picture… It was still incomplete, but enough to stir suspicion.
The Viremonts weren't just dabbling in dungeon silk. They were investing heavily in it. And if the 17th Dungeon was one of their key sources, then it made sense why they wouldn't want it cleared. Killing the dungeon boss would destabilize the ecosystem. The mana density would drop. The dungeon's internal environment would shift, and the silk-producing creatures, those rare, dungeon-adapted silkworms, might die off or migrate.
That would mean a massive loss in revenue.
And if the Count had gone so far as to interfere with the dungeon's balance… or worse, provoke an outbreak to drive away competitors… Rayven exhaled through his nose just at the thought of it.
