Dungeon Defense (WN)

Time has passed.

75 years.

Barbato's journey has not changed.

But when she stopped by the city, she must have been in all kinds of workshops. Sculpture room. An instrument factory. I stopped by the atelier where artists and artists work, and I said,

“I'm sorry. I don't have enough words.... ”

“And grim.”

“That's unfortunate. It's unnecessarily dark. ”

There was such a man.

“He seems to have borne all the misery and suffering in the world.... ”

“No, that doesn't make it creepy at all. ”

“He laughs in his own way. ”

Obviously there was.

“I often tell silly jokes. ”

“A hobby of bullying others, you really are a bad boy. ”

“…… that's it. It's his way of communicating. ”

It was a little difficult to describe.

The more you describe Dantalian to the Workshop owners, the more you explain it, the more often it gets stuck. She understands the dantalian too deeply.

Excessive understanding interfered with the explanation. For example, how many physical conditions and commentary are needed for one human being to open a visit and simply pass through?

He had to break through the air resistance, landing safely on a room floor that revolved around the sun at a speed of 30 kilometers per second. If we went down earlier or later, even for a fraction of a second, the floor of the room would be miles away in an instant.

Even the floor of the room was not solid. Walking through it was like stepping into a swarm of flies.

He takes a step forward on an adventure. Then one of the flies slammed into him. In the next step, another fly lifts him up. He fell countless times, and each time, the flies pushed him back.

A man walked away with a visit, just on a series of strange conditions, coincidence and coincidence combined. Where should I start? How do you say "Dantalian"? Can you explain one gesture?

“What guy? ”

Workshop owners generally didn't understand anything. They always asked me again what man they were looking for. Barbato smiles and replies.

“... a man who laughs even when he's depressed. ”

I couldn't explain it anymore.

“Black suits the man. ”

There was a strange man.

Barbato liked that man.

I became fond of strange men.

“I don't know.”

After listening to Barbato's explanation, the owners of the workshop shake their heads together. Not that I've never seen it, but I don't know This answer had two meanings: It means I don't know anything about such a man. And that means I have no idea what you're talking about.

“Very well. Thank you for listening. ”

Barbatos bows.

If anyone could understand a word, he could not understand a thousand words. Barbato knew that. As it was, Barbatos headed to the next city without disappointment or frustration.

Time has passed.

89 years.

‘Dantalian has no talent for music at all. ’

Now Barbatos thinks, looking at the ragged parchment map.

The Anatolian Empire is at a stalemate. I checked the island just in case. However, it was difficult to continue my hobby on a wallpaper that was too remote. The chances of staying in a remote island were not great.

Just in case.

For one reason and another, Barbato roamed hundreds of islands.

‘Less likely to be immersed in music. It's the same with songs.I think it's a painting or a sculpture... Hmm. Maybe he was obsessed with both. ’

Barbato shrugs. 89 years passed, but her will remained unchanged. I was sharply milled. Barbato understands Dantalian better than ever.

The more I understood him, the more Barbato learned about himself.

A diver who enters the deep sea looks at the deep sea and sees his limits. Just like that, Barbato looks at the Dantalian and knows that she is illuminated there. Barbatos feels submerged in the cold sea when he thinks about it.

“ ……. ”

This is where you hide.

There was no direction on the slowly falling petals.

It wasn't drifting time, it wasn't drifting time, but it did extend some extra time, even though the cello tune just stopped playing nothing. Barbato can feel time rushing through his body.

“Yeah, I'm fine. ”

Barbato opens his eyes.

She smiled lightly, looking down at a single cherry blossom on the palm of her hand.

“I'm only halfway there. ”

Time has passed.

120 years.

Barbato crossed over from the Anatolian Empire to the Kingdom of Moscow. Contrary to Anatolia's desert in the south, Moscow continued to snow endlessly as it climbed to the north.

One winter day, Barbato looks at the white landscape all the way to the horizon and realizes he has spent a meaningless journey. Desert or snow. I thought Dantalian would definitely love one of these two places. How wrong it was.

“…… it was stupid. ”

Dantalian must live in the snow.

The desert didn't suit him at all. There was an oasis. There were the nomads of the bright sun. Dantalian didn't get along with the hot sun at all, nor did he get along with the girls dancing next to the oasis.

This is it.

Barbato could feel it. Here's the Dantalian. Not anywhere else, but right here.

Barbato was occasionally attacked by snowy wolves and torn to shreds. I wielded a self-defensive longsword, but it was difficult to cope with the hordes of wild beasts at once. Barbatos' red blood falls on the white snow field.

Many days were raided by bandits. The bandits smile as they recognize Barbatos as a young girl. However, Barbatos smiles and takes off his thick fur to show off his bare skin.

“Here.”

The bandits crumpled their faces.

“If you want to do it, do it. ”

The body is badly distorted by the red and the bright burns.

I felt disgusted just looking at the lump of flesh. Leprosy patients will also have less bizarre skin. Even the bandits, months after they hadn't seen her, spit on Barbato's body.

The bandits were unlucky and didn't even take it away now. I was reluctant to see an epidemic or a curse. Barbato laughs loudly as he sees the bandits pull back. The cold winter breeze washed the whole body.

“Dantalian, you idiot! ”

In the middle of the snow.

Barbato spreads his arms wide with his naked body.

“Just a little longer ― ― I'll punch you in the face! ”

A loud voice resounded in the vast snowfields. Barbatos vomits out of control. Ah, ah, ah, a meaningless and formless cry burst out endlessly. It was a laugh.

“ ……. ”

Barbato drops his head.

Echoing echoes slowly snap. There was no sound in the snow anymore. No, there was not exactly enough noise for the snowman to accept.

“…… Ugh…… ”

There was just a faint sound that was hard to reach.

Instead of sound, hot water drops into the snow floor. Barbatos' arms tremble. My shoulder trembles. My lips don't stop trembling, even after I bite my teeth. The dam, which had been suppressed for over a hundred years, collapsed.

“Ugh... Ugh... Ugh... ”

Dantalian.

“Really. What, I hate... Ugh... ”

Dantalian.

“… Ah, ugh… bastard……. ”

Tears poured out.

Barbato hugs his arms. White breath leaked from my lips into an unstable rhythm. It was so cold here. As the year went on, this lousy body was destroyed.

200 years was not just a grace granted to Dantalian.

Barbato, she was given at most 200 years.

I felt that the remaining magical power in my body was getting depleted. The existence was disappearing. Barbato wanted to meet him before the water even fell on the floor. I wanted to show myself to Dantalian.

“Dantalian……. ”

Come in front of me.

Listen to me.

The thought that you might already be dead, doesn't ring in my head anymore.

Don't be bothered by such thoughts anymore.

Barbato endures a plea that seems to be flowing right away, muttering Dantalian's name several times. Dantalian may already be dead. I felt like everything would really fall apart if I said it out loud.

He'll be alive.

― ― ― Then why isn't it in front of you?

I'm not just gonna die.

― ― ― Then why aren't you answering my voice?

If I don't find him by the time Dantalian's dead.

If I don't find the Dantalian by the time I die.

“ ……. ”

Barbatos glares forward with teary eyes. Suddenly, there was a red sunset in the snow. Despite that glare, Barbato faced the sun directly.

Not yet.

We can still hold out a little longer.

Barbatos walks again in his cloak. A footprint remains in her footsteps. If it snows again, it will disappear without a trace, but until then, there will be clear footprints. Barbatos continues to walk, believing in that brief trace.

Time has passed.

“…… a man that matches black? ”

“Yes, I was wondering if you'd seen it. ”

Barbato has arrived in a city called Novgord.

At the beginning of my trip, I peeked inside the city house by house. But now I have a trick, so I started pilgrimaging from this workshop in the city. I didn't forget to wander around the bar and brewery. Dantalian would rob the brewery regularly.

The woman who owns the fireplace carefully asked.

“…… what business do you have? ”

At that moment.

Barbato's eyes narrow.

Nuance she just said. The tone of the voice. It's like looking over here. Barbato's sensitive senses detect everything. But Barbato was not excited. There have been 64 of these so far. All 64 of them sucked.

“I borrowed something from the old days. ”

Barbatos smiles fabulously.

“It was taken by my ancestors, not by me. It's been in the family for generations. My father left me a note asking me to return this to his rightful owner, so I'm traveling alone. ”

This is a reasonable excuse for a human being.

Barbato examined the woman's attitude in an orderly fashion, imitating her purity. The woman was thinking about it. Though hesitation was only a second, or shorter, it seemed too obvious to Barbato.

The woman bows her head.

“I'm sorry, I've never had a customer like that in my store. ”

Lies.

“Oh, I see. Hah... When will I find it...? ”

“Are you staying in this city? I'll ask the other guests. ”

“No, we don't have much time. We're leaving tomorrow. ”

You're lying now.

Barbatos leaves the room with confidence. She quickly hides in the alley across the street. It was a cool, cramped alley where cats could roam. Barbato hides in an alley with a giant scavenger.

The next day, the woman dragged the cart somewhere.

“ ……. ”

Barbato follows the woman, keeping a constant distance. Across the street, past the wall, the woman gradually enters the creepy forest path. Sometimes the woman looked back, but she was fine. Barbatos does not fall so far as to be followed by an ordinary girl.

There was a mansion at the end of it.

A woman knocks on the door, and a moment later, someone comes out. Barbatos hides behind a tree and looks at the gap in the door from afar. The woman's face is obscured. However, the woman shifts slightly, and each time, the other is rarely seen.

Later when the woman lowered her waist deeply.

“ ― ― ― ― ―. ”

Barbatos saw it.

One man covered in a black cloak.

A man smiling bitterly.

A smile that resembles someone in memory.

“Ah……. ”

It was only for a short time.

The woman is gone and the door is closed.

It was a short moment like a lie.

When he regained consciousness, Barbato wept silently. Barbato didn't know when the tears came from. I just couldn't believe he was crying. In him, there was so much crying.

“Found it, I……. ”

“Found it……. ”

“... I'm not dead..." ”

“Good… yes, good…. ”

“I'm so glad I didn't... die..." ”

Barbatos is unable to move.

I sat there and vomited all night.

179 years since the journey began.

The girl wanted to meet a man.

So, I found it.