As a raider, I was mercilessly abandoned by the Pope, the Demon King, and the Dragon King after squeezing out all my value, and ended up with resentment. Once I woke up and returned to the scene of my failed mission, I completely trashed it and opened a tavern. Unexpectedly, three big bosses came to the door one after another, watching my poor performance of tearing apart the newcomers with my hands. They firmly believed that all my "not caring" was evidence of my deep love for them. And I, holding all their secrets and weaknesses, quietly watched this good show played for me.
