Dungeon Reset

I finally found it! Witch's Bell! ’

Jungdown decides to cool off everything that Solia's been bothering him about.

He realized the identity of the "gift" that Sollia was trying to give him.

With that drop, I can finally make a third Grimbel! ’

There are currently 17 Shadow Servants that can be summoned by a full down.

Among them, there were only two Grimbells, and all 15 were ordinary servants of shadow.

And no matter how many ordinary servants there were, they could not follow the usefulness of a single Grimbel.

Grimbel could not only imitate the behavior of a righteous man, but also the skills he had mastered.

They are 'Ground Smash’, ‘Stone Smash’, and ‘One-Hot Energy’ skills.

But there was a problem.

The memory we met this time was completely different from that of the little memory that handed over the droplet cool.

The memory suddenly hides the rabbit doll behind him and shouts with cautious eyes.

“Ah! You! You pretended to be nice, and this is what you really wanted to do! You think I'm just gonna hand this over? ”

“What's wrong with him all of a sudden? ”

The sudden reaction of the rays in the memory was baffling.

[…… you understand. I'm in the middle of a hurricane. I have some frog symbols. If it's any consolation, I'll give it to you.]

You hear Sollia's shy voice.

“That's helpful advice. ”

Jungdown looks embarrassed.

But I couldn't force him to take it away.

The princess here, although she looked like a high school teenager to me, was the one who created the art of shadow.

‘Moreover, he is a great figure who may have created everything in the dungeon. ’

If I offended him for no reason, I had no idea what would happen next.

‘This is what adult conversation is all about. It's not a job for a kid like this. ’

Jungdown pretends to be a memory, sticks out his hand, and talks maturely and calmly.

“Honey, do you want to eat? ”

“You eat it. Are you getting overwhelmed by this atmosphere? ”

“But why did you have to half-talk earlier...? ”

“…… are we moving on? Does that matter now? He's a funny guy, really. ”

“ ……. ”

“ ……. ”

Parker!

At that moment, a fierce neurometastasis began between a truly adult conjoined junior and a polite adolescent child.

First, a prelude to the old age.

“Why am I your uncle? ”

A child's counterattack.

“Then you can do it. ”

“What, lady? She must be you.”

“Huh? Why am I already a lady! At this flowery age! ”

“Does it matter now? Anyway, that ugly doll is enough, just take off the bubble! ”

“Don't go back to your first topic! Why would I...? No, wait! And my bunny is ugly? How hard did I make this? ”

“Hard work? But your threads are so fluffy? ”

“Oh, yeah? I need to sew this place back up. ”

“From the beginning, you should have wrapped the thread inside so that you couldn't see it from the outside! ”

“Oh, I know! This is the only mistake I've made! ”

“Sit down! I'm gonna get you stitched up right now! ”

“Oh, well, thank you. ”

[……?]

No, the flow of conversation?

Solia finds it hard to keep up with the two conversations flowing through the flow of consciousness.

At first, Jungdown and memory were suddenly facing each other, sewing the seams of a rabbit doll together.

I met him for the first time today, but something strange and natural appeared to fit the two strangely well.

Bloop...

Solia sighs and talks to Jungdown.

[The forest is still burning. In a few days, this forest will be a sea of fire like the Harun you know.]

“ ……. ”

[So take that drop and go home. The way back...... You're not listening to me right now, are you?]

“Huh? What did you just say? ”

[…….]

Of course I wasn't listening.

Jungdown was focusing on repairing the rabbit doll just like his son never heard his mother say to eat while on the computer.

“Wow, you've got some serious hands. ”

“You're pretty good, too. ”

“Of course. I had nothing to do but eat and sew. ”

“Huh? But what is this? The zipper on your back. ”

Suddenly, I remembered this.

I flipped the stuffed rabbit and it had a long back zip.

His hand grabs hold of the memory, purely trying to unzip.

“Stop. That was the point. You're the spy the emperor sent, aren't you? ”

“Bastard. ”

“Oh, no. Sorry I doubted you.”

It was a memory that nodded, reassuring his swift response.

None of the Imperial people dared to insult the Emperor's name.

Thus, the existence of Emperor Bamum in this world was absolute.

“But what's in this doll that's so sensitive? ”

“…… you really don't know anything. So let me show you a little bit. ”

Tsk.

When asked, the memory opened the doll's zip slightly to show inside.

Surprisingly, there was a chunky book inside the stuffed rabbit.

At that moment, his expression was stiff.

“This can't be...? ”

“This is my diary. ”

“Huh? The legend!? ”

“What are you so surprised about? I can write a diary! ”

The memory shed an eye with a sharp expression in response to a genuinely startled and sincere downward reaction.

However, sincerely, it gave me goose bumps.

I can't believe I just saw the original diary in a place like this!

I felt like I saw a celebrity.

But then Sollia kicked her tongue and said to memory,

Stop doodling on the Book of Life.]

“Solia, that's too much. What do you mean, doodling my precious journal? And this is all I have left. ”

[But if you doodle in the Book of Life because you're a saint, isn't that right?]

“I'm not stabbed at all. Huh. When did I want to be a saint? I was born a saint, a princess. ”

[…….]

I felt confused when I heard their conversation.

“What? The Book of Life? I've never heard of the Book of the Apocalypse as the Book of Life. Memory, no. The princess. Can I read this? ”

“What a strange man. Why would you want to read someone's journal? And I can't even read it if I see it. ”

At Jungdown's request, the memory snorts and pulls out the Book of Life from inside the rabbit.

And I showed him wide open.

It was surprisingly white.

“Only the saints can read what is written in the Book of Life. I didn't just get stuck in a tower for nothing. It's because no one can read the prayer of blessings except me. ”

“Aha, so the journal? ”

“Yes. If you write a diary in the Book of Life, no one can read it but me. Even if it's torn or burned, it can be restored. ”

“Best journal ever. ”

Jungdown nods admirably.

Now I think I know.

The contents of the Witch's diary that she had seen so far were all written in it from the beginning.

It was just invisible to anyone.

The moment the relevant keywords were searched, it was clear that the relevant content came up.

But there was one question here.

His journal was not one or two.

In the library of Stage-4 witches, an empty journal resembling hers was inscribed.

So all those books were the Book of Life?

Jungdown asked.

“Is the Book of Life a very common object? Or made a lot of copies just in case. ”

“This guy's been saying a lot of strange things. What kind of nonsense is that? ”

The memory looked at him with such pity.

“The Book of Life is the only thing in the world. If I copy Unique, I lose my temper. ”

“Is it him again? I really don't know. ”

“I'm well aware of that. It's tough not knowing a low-level guy like you. ”

As the memory snores, the junk lifts its eyes.

“But you keep scratching? When did you see it?”

“Oh, sorry about that. I know it's a strange thing to say, but even though I've never seen you before today, I feel strangely comfortable. What is this, some kind of destiny? ”

“ ……. ”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Eun-geun, you're offended. ”

Jungdown nodded his head and said with all his heart.

“You... You've grown into a really strange character. He was pretty cute when he was a kid. ”

“You sound like you saw me when I was a kid. ”

“You saw it.”

“ ……? ”

The memory glances at him with a puzzled look on his face.

“You seem to have a serious face.... ”

It was then.

Kung fu!

“Ugh!? ”

The ground shakes.

“Huff!”

All the tribes of the forest stand together, shaking their heads to get to the center of the body.

A strange earthquake was happening all over the forest.

[It has begun.]

The sound of Solia's voice catches the center and shouts.

“What started it!? ”

[…… the beginning of all this disaster.]

The paladins who were exploring the forest in the first place were just vanguard.

The purpose of the Advance Guard is to arrive first and then open the path ahead of the Great One.

And as soon as he got here, he could find the water of the world, and get rid of all the humble, ominous forest species that stood in his way.

That was the goal of the vanguard.

And just now.

The reinforcements have arrived.

[Emperor Bamum has entered the forest.]

Cough!

The forest is... crying out.

The forest trembled at the visit of the greatest emperor in the world.

“That's kind of creepy. ”

You sweep your creepy arms for no reason.

An ominous sensation has struck me.

Solia warned him with all her heart.

[Get out of this shadowy world right now. He's a completely different person than the maid you know. There is a huge difference....]

The reason why Bamum sought other helpers' dungeons like malice to increase his rage so much.

It was because he was a poor creature who had fallen from a very high place.

And now, the one who set foot in this forest was Emperor Bamum, who was on the very height.

Solia persuaded the memory in an urgent tone.

[If you're this close, just one drop....]

“Mister, you said you needed this drop, right? ”

Before he finished speaking, the memory popped the bubble hanging from the rabbit doll and pushed it toward the bottom.

“Here, I can give you as much as you want. It doesn't really matter. ”

“Huh? Uh, thank you? ”

For Jungdown, who is awkwardly handed over the bubble, the memory bows politely.

“I'm sorry at first. I thought you were after my doll with the Book of Life. But the person who can hear Solia's voice can't be an emperor's servant. So... ”

The memory told Jungdown with all its heart.

“So get the hell out of here. If you stay in these woods, you'll die with us. ”

“ ……. ”

The sudden attitude of the memory made me lose my words for a moment.

Until now, the child who had been disputing with himself was no longer here.

There was only a strange boy who worried about his life with a desperate look.

“You've grown up well. Him.”

The boy's head is clasped with a bloody smile.

And I just turned around.

The memory was embarrassed and cried out.

“Wait! What are you doing? It's dangerous...! ”

“You understand. I'm in a rush of rage, so I have some frog symbols. ”

The frog glares at the entrance of the forest and the emperor Bamum.