Black Eagle’s Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

Full bright red ground.

And Sibila's regrettable reaction.

"Demon King... did a dungeon maker do something to his detriment?

"Yeah, as you can see! Now the dungeons here are dungeon-made, 'lower level'. The second tier is still shallow as of now, but there's no doubt about it, the Demon King is running downstairs."

"Dungeon maker... you mean you literally made a dungeon"

"Yes."

As I watched the second layer of change in this dungeon, I thought,

"Maybe there's only about a first tier of dungeons around the world?

To the question, Sibilla expressed her affirmation with a few thoughts.

"Right. I knew to the point of summoning demons, expanding dungeons... but I've never seen an expansion that increases the hierarchy itself. It's unnatural for the demon world to connect directly to the earth, so maybe the second tier is the most compact one."

Hmm... From what I can tell, is this the first time for Civila that a dungeon maker has yet to build a dungeon?

"Sibila, I was on the eighth level of the middle with Vince the [brave] in Hammond."

"... Yep"

"The demon there was Bloodtaurus. What about the lower enemies? Enemies here on the lower level on the second level, you think they're strong?

"Definitely strong."

... Again?

Vince and the others are never weak. On the contrary, it was demonic enough to cause damage to Emmy's body, the Holy Knight of Level 20.

Maybe it was an avoidance premise because of the slow movement, but in the lower layers where stronger demons are commonplace than that, yes you can't be alarmed...

Think of it, Vince was surprisingly bad at melee fights, even with his demonic opponents, at the center of magic. Well, before I took up my position, I lost with my sword while beating me by my physique as a [saint]. Actually, maybe the technical aspects of the sword aren't very good.

When I think of the offense, more wise than brave...... there will also be a large part of Janet who was getting through a lot in the pre-emptive offense.

"Right, strong? That's not why I'm pulling."

Civila pinches the hem of the robe and my body is pulled back as I step out into the red ground dungeon.

"... what?

"Um... Russell......"

Sibila seems to have difficulty saying something...... but turn to me firmly and keep quiet.

... something, I guess, is an important story.

That's what I figured. I chose to wait until Sibila was ready.

"Anytime you want, I'll wait"

"Oh, uh, thanks for your concern....... Phew... All right."

Gently tensioning his own cheeks with leather gloves, Civila looks at this one from the front and grips his fist.

"I can see for myself that Atashi is rather cynical to flinch back on this. But, Russell, let me check."

"Oh."

"Atashi, because if you combine what that dungeon maker said with what you said this morning, you know about what's going to happen.... Russell, that blonde semi-long, blue-eyed, bright princess knight kind of guy, Emmy, right?"

"Yes."

"Hmm.... I mean, Russell is going to protect Mr. Gemma and the boys from now on... [Sage] Janet and [Brave] Vince, of course, eventually... for [Holy Knight] Emmy, who is being targeted by the Demon King, you work hard, right?"

That's just good terroir.

You connected our party from a distance, the story the Demon King once talked about, and the story I once talked about.

I don't think it's a third party memory.

Still, you're convinced when you ask me.

Am I going to do my best for Emmy now?

"... all those Atashi has made [Lord Night Darkness] had some sort of vengeance. Disappointment with the person who abandoned himself and the irrational treatment he received, even though he was supposed to be a welcome and deserved profession (job) called [cleric]"

……

"But if we didn't use the power of those people, we couldn't prevent the expansion of dungeons that brave men and guilds don't grasp. I'm sorry. I still think Atashi... but --"

Sibilla, there, turns her gaze firmly to this side.

"--I don't regret what I've done"

"... Civila, you..."

Finally, the power that dwelt in Civila's eyes the moment she said she had no regrets showed behind it the long battle of the cloudy and swallowed goddess.

... I think I found out a little bit about the 'Night Darkness Goddess' in my current story.

It may be odd to describe the inhabitants of the world on the table as… but I mean, I guess they're challenging dungeons of the less attacked world, other than the dungeons that we usually all stand out and attack in a row.

This attribute of 'Darkness' is like a seemingly evil man dedicated to the restorative magic of a cleric.

But this is only one type of magical attribute that is powerful, and it is the will of Civila to choose its operation that counts.

Kitchen knives can kill people, but kitchen knives are not made to kill people. Most knives in the world aren't actually used that way while they have the ability.

Sybila's monologue continues.

"We all burned our vengeance. Some actually executed it. That was normal, because that's the only person I could choose to dump [the cleric]"

……

"I'll ask on top of that. Russell, do you really put your life up to helping 'Emmy Stun Himself With [Holy Knight] Skills'?

"Of course."

I expected the question, so I assure you clearly and without hesitation.

Honestly, when you ask me if I resent Emmy, well I don't know... I'm not saying there's anything at all like a little whimsy about that bright girl letting me pass out.

No, to be honest, I'm pretty awkward. I just had a shield. That's it.

But Emmy and I aren't getting along very briefly. I couldn't afford it. You were mistaken for my unsolicited fierceness, but until the end, you cared about me.

And... just yesterday, a man from the village just taught me.

That Emmy's been following me with her gaze.

I'm never confidently complacent... but I'm not going to be so cold and dull as to truncate you if you still don't care at all.

If so.

What did Emmy think of stunning me that day?

Yesterday, I started a new self.

I assumed that I was the only one who hurt my heart, because I couldn't afford it.

It was all about me. Now I can finally afford to think about everything around me.

That's why I know.

Emmy, already at this stage, should be quite mentally weak from regret.

What if, on top of this, that orphanage were to be destroyed?

If you chose to look at it quietly without even considering it --.

—— Can I be qualified to stand next to this proud goddess against myself?

"... Russell... you are truly... a sincere [saint]"

"Hmm? What's the sudden matter?

"You don't have to say anything.... my eyes, yeah. I've been helping. While you were quietly thinking, you were very conscious of helping Emmy."

"... you know that much?

"I get it. Why... because I don't know what eyes you have."

I don't know, but what you're saying about knowing is impotent?

What's that supposed to mean?

I thought so. To answer my thoughts, Sibilla took a step back and laughed with her hands on her hips.

"I'm looking forward. Eyes. A righteous eye, trying to do what you believe in. eyes that humans who got dark attributes didn't. [Cleric] eyes that the man who gave all the power of could not do until the end. Really, you're so popular."

"The Eye of Justice...... that's kind of unrealistic"

"You know, it's okay to look like you're not aware of that. This party is going to be the freshest and most exciting ever!

The last time I laughed brightly, Sibila slapped me on the shoulder. Apparently, what you want to hear is done.

I'm guessing you made me reconfirm that you're going to help your vengeful opponent. I'm sure Sibilla implicitly said she didn't have to do it if she didn't want to.

... I thought.

My righteous eye... I hope it's the same as that one the moment Civila just let go of saying 'I don't regret what I've done'.

Dungeon exploration was basically to be carried out with the same caution as the first layer.

No matter how many levels have gone up, it should be a little tough on the lower levels.

"The enemy here... Huh! Coming, Front."

"... where?

"Shit, that's undead armor. I can go."

If you look at what Civila pointed at, you see a thin, red light.

... This guy's got black armor all over him. Blurry, yet somewhere luxurious. I guess it was originally a superior knight's armor.

"Shoot me."

"Okay. Dark Javelin.

To try first, fly the dark javelin. It's an attack that's also damaged the Fire Dragon, it can't be ineffective.

When the armor rumbled, I looked at this one and started walking faster.

"Is it working!?

"It's definitely working. Fire away!"

"Damn, I believe you! Dark Javelin!

("Dark Javelin"!

Scream the same magic with a double chant. Then a higher level of magic flies toward the front, significantly larger than earlier.

If you take that magical direct hit, your armor will cramp and one hand will collapse.

Did you knock him out...?

"Fire Javelin"

The moment I thought so, next door Sibila shot in the magic additionally. When it hit, the armor broke apart from the torso and stopped moving.

Don't be alarmed.

"Oh. Thank God. By the way..."

"Hmm?"

"You took as much toddling as you wanted. So, how are you feeling, Wizard, getting support from a recovery technician?

"Ahhh... ahhh...... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I totally forgot... and when they say that, I snag at my own crippling... is the seal a little bit out of it? The goddess?

"... but maybe... you've noticed now!?

"What, that's what you've been thinking about Atashi!? Hido!"

The feeling of finally being able to defeat the demons of the lower layers came out as I interacted so sparingly with Sibila, who stunned and slapped me on the back with a bash flat hand.

"Come on, lower level."

"I'm also a little surprised by Atashi. I can do it, lower level."

I don't know if I can defeat Adria's dungeon maker.

But I don't have the option to pull myself out here.

Me and Sibila snorted at each other in response to each other and proceeded to explore the lower levels.