Aiming to Be an Orc Gentleman

Looking nearby, thanks. This is the only place that seems to be different from other buildings.

There was no roof-like roof, and a building shaped like a square box has been around for a long time.

But this huge building has a round roof and a number of large columns that extend into the sky stick together.

"I wonder what it is here. It kind of looks like a church..."

"If it's a church, it's not like it's too big………"

"That's right."

Even so, I've only seen churches in the city of Nunu, so I can't say anything.

When I entered the premises because I discovered something that looked like a gate, the enormity of this building came to pass. I can't even see the tip of the roof looking up enough to hurt my neck.

The building is large, but the doors seem small. I was surprised the other way around because I was beginning to wonder if it was a house where giants lived.

My fingertips sank faintly when I touched a door of unknown material.

It was comfortable, creepy and strangely touchy with a soft, bumpy feel, not found in trees or iron.

"Oh, I'm gonna open it!

It was when Mr. Ramsas pushed open the door with exasperation.

I saw something behind the door, and I threw Mr. Ramsas out reflexively.

When I looked back because I heard a crushing noise behind me, the polar arrow that seemed to have deformed part of the gate was rolling beside me.

Anyway, Mr. Ramsas, who was directly in front of me, must have had his head crushed as it was.

That's more radical than a repellent trap for intruders.

Seeing a sturdy looking gate shaking to see, Mr. Ramsas is shaking his moustache and opening his eyes.

"Oh, I don't know... I totally forgot it was a ruin..."

"The ruins have traps for repelling, don't they? We need to keep our minds peeled."

"Right. Be careful when you open the door, as well as when you walk. You can imagine how important it is to have an instant death trap at the entrance."

When I opened the door that had closed in horror, I was able to open the trap once or without anything.

"Hiro... and the ceiling..."

It's too big for us to call it the front door. After exploring the perimeter, we looked inside the mansion again.

Somehow, it's just spacious and luxurious.

The red carpet is going to sink down to the ankle, and the lamp has a very clear fire color, illuminating it with no extra space.

"... is that it? Why are the lights on?"

"Speaking of which... isn't this a bad idea……?

As I had a somewhat unpleasant feeling and was on guard around with Mr. Ramsas, I heard footsteps from afar. Apparently, they're coming this way.

It was the dull, shining iron armor that emerged from across the long corridor. A total of five pieces of armor come closer with a sword in your hand, crouching.

"Le, rut, please……………"

After confirming that Mr. Ramsas had evacuated to the corner with a light body appearance, he set up a love spear. Fortunately, you won't be inhibited from moving thanks to a whole lot of space. The concern should be with that armor, not the contents.

There's probably nothing in that armor. I can't feel any sign of a creature.

I don't know if I will stop moving if I pierce my chest, or if I won't stop if I don't drop my hands and feet again and physically inactive, if I don't try.

Pay for the first approaching armored leg with a pattern, and when you fly the sword you're holding, you'll wave your sword with two subsequent armors, in addition to your thoughts, in a quick move.

Raise and reciprocate the spear, whilst simultaneously rotating the spear horizontally one from body to body, blowing up two armors at a time.

Through the helmet of the first armor that was about to rise, the armor in a one-kneed position made a noise and collapsed onto the spot.

Apparently, it would be nice to aim for a helmet.

Delayed, rather than set to move that way from the beginning, came the other two, but it didn't matter if the number increased.

Mr. Ramsas, with a fearful peek into the contents of his fallen down armor, leaked a sigh of relief and removed his small hand and foot, as well as the breastplate area, into his backpack.

"It's so refreshing. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just trying to get away with it."

"It's the right material. I can't walk here alone."

Tightening the mouth of the backpack, Mr. Ramsas slaps his chest harder and harder to get in the mood.

"The right material, right! All right, I'll do it."

So tense Ramsas took a fine step, and the floor he stepped on was pushed deep into, and it sounded nasty.

"... I'm sorry, it doesn't seem right for me"

Chasing Mr. Ramsas' gaze without looking back, with his trembling voice, I could see how many crouching and rubbing sounds of armor from the far back of the hallway, the other side of the dark, were approaching this way, accompanied by such a loud volume that it was not an earlier ratio.

"Okay, let's get out of here."

Mr. Ramsas, who was in charge of the backpack, ran down the hallway of his right hand in an extremely agile motion. There's a shifty line of statues of gorgeous women with shields.

Somehow, I had a bad feeling.

You sensed Mr. Ramsas rushing through the sight of the female statue, and the female statue, surprisingly, threw a shield with both of its arms toward Mr. Ramsas.

In the art of avoiding the impending shield from behind, in a screaming, lumpy motion, I ran through the compartment lined with female statues.

I ran past the rough female statue to avoid catching up with the armor, but the wonder and the shield never flew in. Was it a one-shot trap?

I'm going after Mr. Ramsas, but thank you, he seems to have activated all of the traps, and he couldn't stop.

If you proceed carefully not to cut off your legs as the rain of the sword that tracks you down from overhead is piercing the ground, you will now follow the blade of a round saw running through the ceiling and floor.

Oh, looks like you're going after a rock that rolled from nowhere next.

If we go ahead of the trap trail, we can find Mr. Ramsas, but somehow he's unlucky or badly lucky. I'm just running because Ramsas activates all the traps. Speaking of safety, it's safe, but watching Mr. Ramsas screaming makes me look gradually more enjoyable, and I'm just envious of you.

And even if I thought so, Mr. Ramsas seems to have stepped on the floor trap.

I'm so excited about what's going to hit me this time.

... That, nothing will happen.

Mr. Ramsas is also bewildered by the fact that nothing is going to happen, and he is definitely looking around.

Maybe it wasn't activated due to poor maintenance.

They thought the same thing. Mr. Ramsas just stroked his chest down relieved.

The floor on which Mr. Ramsas stood suddenly disappeared.

Oh, it was too late when I thought that Mr. Ramsas, the flattered expression, had been swallowed up in the hole and disappeared.

He jumped into the hole in a hurry, and I tried to jump in, but as soon as I could, the floor came back to normal, and we fell apart in a flash.

I would try and error if I could break the floor with a spear, but I can't scratch one of the materials.

If there was another trap at the bottom of the pit.

I don't have such a bad feeling about it.

At any rate, I have to rendezvous with Mr. Ramsas.

I'm sorry to lose a friend I just met.

For one thing, I decided to step on every trap.

Arrows fly, spears impel, axes descend, swords dance. What a multitude of traps we activate each and every one of them and we cut through everything safely.

If you step in the pit, I thought maybe, but you don't seem to be so good.

Besides, I feel like I'm getting more traps that could be fatal if I take anything. The traps set by the lord of this hall are getting more and more harsh, which may mean that the lord of this hall is approaching a place he doesn't want you to go.

More than that, I'm looking for a staircase to the basement, but I can't find this.

Because the interior of the museum is very much the same everywhere, with all the differences in conditioning. Where I am now, where I come from, is so similar that it becomes vague.

This must also be a form of trap.

You were right to leave it scratched with a spear where you went. Originally, it was for the way home, but it seems useful.

As we proceeded through the mirrored hallway, we went out to a place where the statues of the knights stood on the left and right.

Somehow I have a bad feeling about it. I mean, I just saw it. I think it's the same as a female statue with a shield on it.

When I never took a step forward in my intentions, the statue of the knight turned this way in unison and descended from the pedestal.

It's still what I expected. Left and right together, a total of eight. The blackening armor is heavy, and the sword you wield is a work in progress.

The blade that tries to prune my neck slides in a spear pattern, causing my eartips to jump up against the floor. My helmet blew up high with no aim.

It is the shape that is different from the armor that has struck near the entrance, but the skill itself seems the same. You can deal with as many of them as you want.

In order to cast the sword down from the left and right, I threw myself forward and I heard something under my stomach.

I tried to get up in a hurry, but as I reached the floor, the floor disappeared and stuck my breath unintentionally in a steep downward acceleration.

But it was just fine. Maybe now we can rendezvous with Mr. Ramsas.

I'm starting to wonder if I can land safely on my body, which keeps accelerating.

It is unlikely that mats, etc. are laid at the bottom of the pit, which is intended for repelling intruders. But this speed can be dangerous even with sturdy oaks.

You can't land from your feet naturally. If you injure both legs, it will be difficult to escape afterwards.

While I was thinking about that, I finally saw the bottom. After reflection, I decided to land off my back, but it wasn't the shock I was ready for.

Instead, the elasticity —— yes, the softness of a woman's double hills, to paraphrase -- took a shock.

But what the hell is this?

A semi-circular, otherwise sandy object with the appearance of an open jelly on a plate.

It's soft if you touch it, and then it's elastic. The surface is smooth and there is nothing to feel like there is anything left on your palm even if you touch it.

This must also be a relic of the past.

But that's a pit of considerable height. The holes where the light plugs in can be seen far away. I'm sure I wouldn't have been safe without this jelly broom.

I decided to say goodbye to the unbelievable feeling of the bump and walk in the dark.

There is no such thing as a light source, underground is complete darkness.

If there is no exit, will this make you a feather wandering to death? I just don't like that.

You will go down the road, but the road will continue whether you walk or not. It's hard to walk just because my body is wide enough to pass by.

Fortunately, the Orcs don't get lost because their eyes work at night, but their spines freeze when they imagine wandering blindly through the darkness.

Well, I just hope Mr. Ramsas, who fell first, is okay.

If you keep walking for a while, how dare you get to the end of the line.

I kind of thought it was like a maze, but I can't believe there's really a stop to it. But if it's for repelling intruders, I'm also convinced of that. Whoever devised this trap seems to have a rather poor personality.

If you just want to prevent intrusion, you can just plant a spear at the bottom of the pit. But you are extremely animal, such as purposefully letting you walk through a maze of darkness and beat it physically and mentally.

But that's not the time.

I know we're going to have to turn back, but I don't think this main road leads to any other way.

There were all those traps up there, so it's not surprising that there's some kind of fine work underneath.

Approximately, touch the wall in front of you.

It feels sober. You can slide your palms all over the place with a rugged touch.

That, what is this ditch?

When I touched the wall near my feet, I touched something somewhat like a thin groove.

I thought if I tried depending on the allowance for tapping around the groove or pushing it in, what a crisp opening of the groove area and something like a door knob popped out of the inside.

When I twisted it by no means, something sounded off and what a sound the wall in front of me made and sank.

Could this be the one called Hidden Room?

I accidentally swallowed the saliva.

Somehow, something that stirred my heart violently overflowed me at the same time as I uncovered the hidden room.

Unlike a maze closed in the dark, the hidden room is filled with just blinding light.

The room is bright white, but heavy-duty steel objects dotted everywhere are knocking out the divinity of this room.

Iron chunks, it doesn't seem so. Mr. Ramsas might know something.

In the same way, a number of desks positioned along the walls were filled with high stacked paper.

Did you see anything in the lab?

Looking around the room as I was interested, the lab caught my eye on something out of tune.

It's a bed with a canopy. Even with a few oaks lying down, there was still a bed of extra size sitting in the back.

No, it's not just the bed. If you look closely, isn't someone lying down?

I didn't show any signs of people. That's why I, too, was looking in the relaxing room...

It feels neither subhuman nor warcraft, nor human.

White skin peeking from a white piece doesn't feel the warmth of the organism, and bright white hair spreading unconstructively is a color not even subhuman can see.

Girl, is it? It still looks like the look of a girl or something.

However, you look like a doll.

Does it live to be fulfilled?

... there is no upper or lower chest, right?

Maybe it's really a doll.

I am convinced that there are no signs, and I will approximate.

As I peered into the face of the bright white doll, my eyelids rose steadily and my eyes met with bright red, jewel-like eyes.