Dungeon Defense (WN)

This one and the next one are if equivalents. Anyone who hates bed endings can skip.

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Ending conditions

1. Laffith Lajuli would have a preference of 30 or less.

2. Dantalian's notoriety must be greater than 150.

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The morning of January 22nd, 1506. So it didn't matter whether it was the 21st or the 23rd, or even December or February. But that day it snowed. It was snowing. It rained like rain. The wheels of the wagon were caught in the snow, and the wagoners didn't pick up the guests unless they were offered an expensive wage.

“There is no guarantee that you will arrive at the scheduled time. ”

Even though he was offered an expensive wage, the wagon driver said so. He blocks the snow and wind with his body and lights up the pipe cigarette.

“Hmm, I've never seen this much snow since I was born. ”

That was a lie. Not until last year, but last year it snowed like this. But what does it matter? Both the wagon driver and the guest knew what it meant when they were born. In other words, I knew that it had no meaning except for the 'very', 'very' and 'very' adversaries.

“Doesn't matter.”

The girl in fur said decisively.

“To the Tenebrees Opera House! ”

“Hmph. Got it. ”

The wagon driver strips the hedgehog from the horses.

On a day like this, the wagon driver wanted to relax and have a pipe cigarette. White snow comes down from heaven, so God at least sprinkles angels. There must be some great intention hidden there. It's not blasphemous to drive a wagon against such intentions! …….

The wagon driver sneaked to his wife's window often, and he was willing to cheat on her whenever he had the chance. He still believed himself to be a sincere believer. He paid the community's taxes, along with his taxes, and donated to charity as part of a community of wagoners. He had several grounds to justify himself as a great man. That was enough. Like most people, a wagon didn't need more than three grounds to justify its life.

‘Maybe the rich girl is trying to leave. ’

The wagon messenger cleared the customer. I covered my face with a hat on my fur. However, the luxury of the fur and gloves was not exceptional. The young lady was recently wearing a self-defensive rapier on her waist, proving that she is the daughter of a family that is well-versed enough to be taught how to use a sword. So she had a lot to learn about swordsmanship.

"Hmph! Rich people. I'm not going to see an opera that doesn't suck in life anyway. ’

The wagon crossed the snow-covered city.

Everything was slow. The snow feet falling from the sky were slow. The wagon is slow. The people are slow on their feet. A path that is as narrow as the path of a beast, and made by someone else, people rush back and forth through the cloak. The beggars gather and share a slow campfire. From time to time, their long breathing rises slowly. The smoke rising from the roof and roof is slow.

“ ……. ”

The girl sat in the guest seat - the kind of wagon the guest seat was exposed to outside - and held in her eyes all the slow things of the world, without being overwhelmed by the cold. She takes a slow breath as if trying to transfer cold air to her intestines. I breathed with my little pink lips. The girl was thinking of a monk who carried out the realization with a disease.

The theater was crowded in the snow. All the wagons in the city today were gathered here. At the opera, there was an actor who increased the value of the name. Besides, it was the beginning.

All the nobles, prominent citizens, merchants, and upscale people with a pinky toe came. When I sent out the invitation that someone had introduced me, the guides smiled and greeted me, keeping an eye on whether the invitation was right.

One of the guides found the girl. He quickly checked the girl's coat, gloves, and shoes and determined that she was definitely upstream.

“Where are you from, miss? ”

“They're doing a special show today. ”

The girl said in a unique tone of ridicule that a high-status woman has.

“I came to see. ”

“ ……! ”

The guide's eyes slightly widened. But I straightened my face like a professional. I was surprised that the girl was too young for the person who came to see < Kiki >, but I was not always surprised that girls of this age were too curious to come. The guide bowed with more manners than before.

“It's an honor to have you at our theater today. I will guide you.”

“Knowing who I am is an honor. ”

“Yes? Oh, I... ”

The girl snorts. She shakes her hands, telling you to show her the way.

The usher was blushed, but never showed an insulting expression or gesture that would offend the other person. Visitors were known to be nobles and nobles among the upper class.

The concierge leads the girl inside the theater. Through the crowded lobby, only employees are allowed in. There was a metal door on its tip. As the concierge opens the door with the key, there is a staircase leading to the basement.

“Have a good watch. ”

The flight attendant bent to 90 degrees. The girl shakes her head and goes down the stairs. The iron door slams shut behind your back.

On the stairs are red carpets. The marble is lined up and glows. It was clear that emitting a light blue color was the finest marble.

‘What a waste of money.'

I was able to sell one stone and serve a few to hundreds. The girl went down the stairs disgusted by the presence of the opera theater, the people who had come to see it, the ornaments they decorated, and finally the fur they wore. A coat made only of fox armpits hair. I brought the cheapest winter clothes in my room, but it was so luxurious.

“Welcome, Mr. President. ”

The end of the stairs. A gentleman dressed in black sandalwood greets a girl. As the dominant, he was in charge of the back of the show, not the theater's surface opera.

“It is an immeasurable honor to have you in our theater. ”

“Everyone here speaks the same thing. Do you know who I am and feel immeasurably honored? ”

“Of course.”

The gentleman approaches the girl and bends his waist. Then I kissed the girl's gloves.

“Earl Eva Triee. ”

“Hmph.”

The girl twists her lip.

The Habsburg Empire has traditionally granted its title to members of the royal family. The prince and the princess each received their territory in the order in which they were born. Most of them were titles with no real estate and only a name, but they became a platform for them to act as legitimate members of the Imperial nobles, not as sons and daughters of the emperor.

Among them, Earl Evatri is the title given to the second Empress of the Empire for generations.

She was the Empire's Empire's only three princesses on the continent.

“No one should know that I'm here today. ”

“Speaking of which, Earl. ”

“For five years from now, shadows follow you. ”

The dominant swallowed the saliva.

He had heard of the Imperial Shadow. The imperial court, which has failed so little compared to a hundred years ago, still holds absolute power among nobles because the so-called shadows are weak. The ruler knew that aristocrats opposing the imperial court, Republicans opposing the royal tablet, priests making pagan claims, and that they would disappear without a whisper.

“I'll keep that in mind.”

“That's funny. What do you remember? ”

“ ……. ”

“Stupid thing. ”

A little girl kicked her tongue.

If the ruler were wise, she would pay more attention to what the girl said "from now on." You might have thought it literally meant "from now on." So, I would not have mentioned the existence of the shadow indirectly or indirectly. If only the dominant had not reacted and guided himself.

‘I'll be dead in two months. ’

In her experience, it was very rare for someone with this level of headache to pass the Shadow Test for more than two months. It was the last mercy of the girl that inspired the ruler to think about what she had done wrong by saying something pathetic. Even his compassion seemed useless, judging by the beautiful look on his face.

“Lead them.”

“Yes, Mr. President. Give me the coat.”

The girl hands the hat on her coat back. At that moment, the ruler admired the countless girls of the noble family for twenty-five years. The dominant despised the race of women for some intellectual reasons, just as successful men despise women, and for a while he grew tired of the beauty of women. However, the dominant had no choice but to admit that perfect beauty was in reality.

Silver, bright silver hair flows from the hat. The silver that could look like a disease was just a beautiful accessory for a girl. The cause was, above all, in the eyes of the girl.

Her blue eyes turned black with dark lashes. It was as transparent and deep as tea-water. She looked at the dominant with a slight contempt, as if she had known him before, and turned her gaze elsewhere as if someone didn't need to discover the laws of science once again.

There was an unmistakable liveliness between the eyes and the delicate lips. Obviously, excessive force appeared on her face. She had complete control over it with her expression, her detailed eye movements and lips. There was a perfect harmony between instinct and reason.

Silver hair symbolized the bloodline of the Habsburg imperial family. Rumor has it that incest frequents the imperial court to protect this hair color. The master believed the rumors to be true, and the imperial family who carried on such nonsense until now considered it a madhouse. But not anymore. Hair like that was worth it....

“I told you to show me, and my face is about to be pierced. ”

“Oops! Sorry, sorry. I'll take you right away, Mr. President. ”

“Tsk.”

The Empress reduced the life span of the ruler from two months to full months. The shadows following the princess were usually in a hurry. Among them was a fierce follower of the princess, who did not want to save the person who was in love with the princess.

The room was guided by a master of glass. It was a glass room where you could see the inside but not the inside. The room had top-quality sofas, and steamed sand from the tea cups on the table.

By the way, there was a bed. Immediately realizing why the bed was there, the princess frowned. Even the frowning of the eyebrows was like a painting that was subtly captured by the price. The dominant glanced at her side-by-side - this meant that the period of time the dominant survived had been reduced from the full moon to two days, but he had never known - once again admired controlling his facial expression so completely.

“Feel the stone on the table whenever you need it. At your earliest convenience, Count. ”

The master closes the door and walks out.

“Phew.”

The girl sat on the couch.

On the winter day, the muscles that were tense in the air slowly loosened. She looks around. Beyond the glass wall, there is another glass wall. It was the next room. There are dozens of rooms just like the glass room where the princess entered. Imagining what was going on in there, the princess was suffering from mild nausea.

That's how popular today's show is.

‘Well, I was drawn to him. ’

The princess volunteers. She quietly buries herself on the couch.

Shortly after, the marble that illuminated the entire room was all in one piece. The voice of the ruler comes out of nowhere.

─ Thank you all very much for coming to the show today.

The princess did not open her ears to such words. I was not interested. Soon after the boring greeting, a stage was revealed that was structured to be viewed in all rooms. A man was dragged out there. The man has black hair and a thin but strong body. He wasn't wearing anything.

The girl's gaze was on him.

The man was Dantalian, the 71st Demon King.