Cheat Majutsu de Unmei wo Nejifuseru

The fake moonlight lit Anne bareback when she said it was in the underground labyrinth.

Anne got out of her tent and worked out alone.

I watched her softly and called out at the time I entered the break.

"Anne, it's your fault."

"Sauge... I don't have time for this. I want to be a little stronger."

There was some impatience in Anne's voice.

This expedition was also at the end of the day. Tomorrow we have to aim for the ground.

This hunt, which stepped into the seventh basement, was more productive than usual, but has not been able to reach rank 2.

I don't have time. If I had a little more time, [the character] would start to get familiar with my body.

The [grid] given by a large number of demonic stones usually takes time to get used to, eventually making the [vessel] bigger with nature.

A way to speed it up is to make a further over-input of [lattice]. Alternatively, there is only one way to push it to the limit of risking its life, to thirst for power on both instinct and reason and to get used to forcing it.

I haven't been able to make Anne go through the kind of battle that I once thought she might die from the bottom of her heart.

... Maybe it was too overprotective.

"Sauge, don't look so sorry"

Anne smiled kindly.

"Sauge was here so I could be strong. Look, Sauge."

Anne takes a deep breath and then sets her sword in front of her.

And a slaughter as we stepped out one step ago.

"This is the sword that the sausage sprayed in me with seeds. Finally, I'm just getting a little satisfied."

Anne tells me as she holds her sword in her sheath.

"Good sword. That's Anne's sword."

The sword resembled my sword somewhere while leaving the smell of an oak rail sword... but it was just Anne's sword that was different from either of them.

The sword of Annelotta Oakler, optimized only for her finally taking shape. It's still immature, and not enough drawers. A sword that is still beautiful, soft and sharp.

The only reason it took shape in just two months was because there was something Anne had piled up over the years. And most importantly, Anne believed me from the heart.

I am very proud of that as Anne's master.

"Hey, Anne. Wouldn't you wave your sword again?

"Yeah, fine."

Again, Anne waved her sword.

I deepen my grin. Yes, Kvar Beste is starting to respond to her a little bit.

What Kvar Beste wants is neither the arm of the sword nor the height of the rank. Something else. Anne is wearing that. Sooner or later, if Kvar Beste recognizes her, her strength will rise to another upper stage. That's enough to line up with me and Kuna.... but that's not enough time either. You won't make it to the duel with Cranell.

"Thank you. My apprentice has grown more than I imagined and my nose is higher as a master. And I regret that I don't have the time."

"Sauji, don't look like that, I have a sword that your father worked out and Sauji led me to. Even if you stay in rank one, you can't lose."

It was the strength of Anne at her best.

The truth is that even she knows it's impossible to override the rank difference.

I'll do whatever it takes, but I want to reward Anne for trusting me.

I want to bring you a chance and send you off to a duel.

To do that, we still need to make it rank 2. The battle for life for it. In fact, it's possible if we just fight like that. For example, you can dive into the basement on the 10th floor.

The problem is that there are demons out there who have to fight for their lives.

While you're fighting one, if another demon shows up, that's all it'll be. Somehow, there is a way to catch only one, but still the risk remains.

Take that risk. But shouldn't we go?

"Sauge, you still look scared. It's time to get back to the tent. Tomorrow morning is early."

"…… right. Good luck tomorrow."

"Of course. On the last day of this expedition, there will be no remorse."

Anne and I walk side by side towards the tent.

I held her hand almost unconsciously.

Anne looks surprised. And then he smiled and left me his weight.

I want to protect Anne like that. I strongly thought so.

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On the last day, he is hunting near the entrance to the sixth basement, with some restrictions that he has to leave before sundown.

If we cut it up in the morning, we can get to the top of Rank 1 and get back to the ground with increased travel speed and stamina.

"Sauji, a guy named Cranell, I see him a lot when he goes through the sixth basement, but he's completely ignoring us and he's scared the other way around."

We used the fourth basement as our base for the camp, so the sixth basement passes every day, but it was often different from Cranell's party.

Kuna's right, they've been hunting in the basement on the sixth floor for three days.

"I'm careful if there's any suspicious movement. I guess it's white so far."

When I was wrong with them, I tried to be vigilant and get back on the ground. But now even a second was a waste of time, and I had to say no.

I have no choice but to remain vigilant.

So far, there's no sign of them setting a trap.

"Let's ignore it unless they get their hands on it."

"I understand. Sage."

Anne and Kuna nod at my words.

And we'll start hunting, too.

"Nevertheless, Cranell's guy, he seems accustomed to a much new sword"

"Right. You're still supposed to be sick, but you're like your partner for a decade."

It becomes the subject of the sword, and Anne embarks on herself.

Cranell was using a new sword. Instead, the sword judgment is such that it even seems that Cranell is used in the sword.

I see Cranell's sword. An iron sword with no magical elements to feel. No decorations, and it shouldn't be Cranell's hobby for decorations.

A sword without any change of philosophy, but the part of intuition, not reason, sounds alarmed.

"What is this?

And I noticed something strange.

I read the curse flow to hunt on the sixth basement floor. Thank you. There's something wrong with the flow of chi.

Qi basically flows towards the lowest level of the erna integrator. However, there is no flow of Elna from the sixth to the seventh basement.

On the contrary, it's refluxing.

The flow was towards Cranell's sword. And the moment Cranell defeated the demon, the temper that was supposed to dissipate was sucked into Cranell's sword.

Shit!

"Anne, Kuna. Cut up the hunt now and get back to the ground. They're setting it up. Don't make me realize this one's weird."

Give instructions to both of them in a whisper.

Both Anne and Kuna head to the ground disguised as casual listening to me.

It was delicate. I was on magical alert. But I wasn't alert.

No, no, no. I used Elna Chant when I was heading from the sixth basement to the seventh basement. I didn't feel this discomfort at that time.

The Cranels would have stopped collecting temper while I was using [Erna Chanting] in this hierarchy.

Then Cranell will know I can sense my temper. Someone is wishing in.

And the fact that you stopped hiding...

I saw Cranell, and he laughed.

"Kuna, Anne, run. I don't even need to fix it anymore. They are going to act now!!

Yes, nothing more than having to hide it.

Cranell and the others were originally closer to the entrance to the fifth basement than we were. They ran towards the entrance, and when they reached, they threw their swords down towards the ground.

Deeply pierced sword.

The sword cracks into the surface and collapses. And the white body hidden in the iron becomes evident.

That looked a lot like Anne's Kvar Beste. That should happen, too, because you have similar abilities.

"Kuna, Anne, hurry up, the riot" Stampede "is coming!

Their faces turned bright blue and their feet quickened.

Riot Stampede.

That's a massive outbreak of demons that occurs when ultra-high concentrations of mood pour into a particular hierarchy all at once for some reason. Very rarely, a stream of temper can precipitate and occasionally an accumulated temper may explode, which, for the most part, triggers it.

The Cranels will open up their swords once and for all.

Incredibly, Cranell and his party swords were supposed to be small Erna integrators, and they kept absorbing Erna.

If such a thing is freed once and for all, there will probably be a riot "Stampede".

"What, so you can do that!?

The sword sweeps away at once. That's not all, the way you open up your temper is unusual. Crawling around as if he was willing to go underground, he spread and gathered again in one place, stimulating the temper that had been smoking the starch.

Intentionally, it is the most efficient stream of temper to wake up the mob Stampede.

So far, Cyril, the archdeacon who created the underground labyrinth, is the only one who can manipulate freely.

If there's a riot "Stampede" with all this grudge, I can't even handle it.

"Both of you, run as hard as you can and you will soon reach the entrance!!

I encourage both of you.

Some of the monsters that have been massed will be headed to the upper levels, but they are a few steps safer than staying here.

Cranell, who had reached the entrance earlier, looks back at us aiming for the entrance to the fifth floor, smiling with humility and joy.

"You guys die there! Ahaha, ahahahahaha!!

Laughing high, he reaches for the ceiling and uses explosive magic.

The ceiling collapses.

The entrance was completely blocked and Cranell disappeared.

And signs of intense temper on the back.

Rather than the occurrence of countless demons, which is a constant part of the mob Stampede, it's just a mood to produce one demon. However, there is no doubt that a fierce demon can be born without interruption, as long as the power is concentrated on one body.

Yes, that sword took control of his temper that far.

It makes me laugh. I'm going to be jealous of that sword blacksmith who can make that stuff.

What comes into being is definitely going to be a genuine monster, seen on the fourth basement floor, that boasts several times as much air as an abnormal individual of a boar.

"Become, what is that, that?"

"I'm scared. I can't stop shivering."

Originally, even the two of us who can't perceive the temper feel instinctive fear of too much concentration.

And finally, it materialized.

Giant over three metres.

An organism, yet a sharp angle shape.

With two legs, hands are short, abnormally developed jaws. Blunt grey reptile stinging skin.

And the eyes of a disastrous golden snake.

Yes, that was Tyrannosaurus himself, the king of dinosaurs.

I look at him. Its strength is the middle of Rank 2. The Demon Rank 2 median is also comparable to Human Rank 3.

"GYUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

He growled.

And stare at this one.

At that moment, I was convinced.

We have to beat him...