In a small yet furnished mansion, a young lad could be seen carrying some papers.
"I'm home," he announced, with a gleeful expression. "We have a new job, guys!"
Placing his bag gently, the young man sat on the dinner table, which he also used for meetings.
"Welcome home, Dean," a woman greeted him. She looked at most, twice the young man's age.
The woman walked out of the kitchen with a young girl following her. The two sat across the table and waited for Dean's explanation.
"So, what are we doing now?" The girl asked, eating her ice cream.
Dean excitedly unfolded the piece of paper and showed it to his party members. He smirked.
"We're going for the demon king!"
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