I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

The "cave system” dungeon is basically dim.

And that includes two types, artificially made ones —— so-called “pits” or something. Technically, they may not call it a cave, but if a monster exits in the soil or in a space in a rock, it is made with a “cave system”.

In the first place, I feel like a dungeon refers to a cave with a hierarchy, but “dungeons” in this world are used to refer to buildings or land, where monsters appear and roam frequently.

Turning back, two types of cave systems, the other, become natural objects.

In the former case, some light source is placed at equal intervals because it is a pit that was originally dug in search of gems, minerals and other special stones.

And the latter, you just have to think of wind holes (fuchsia), bell caves, etc. It is a product born in the business of nature, not so deep, but with rare monsters roaming around. Of course, there are no light sources, etc., so it is difficult to move forward without illuminating the area with magic or tools. Snake feet, but the ratio of cavern-based dungeons found so far is 3 for natural objects with 7 artifacts.

The cave, which is confirmed near the mountainous village of Huu, is an artificial type, a downward progressive dungeon with an entrance in the middle of the mountain.

As the village daughter spoke before leaving the village, the monster roaming began one step down the entrance. It took a little time to get in so she couldn't like (but) leaving a voicemail near the entrance, so the brave man is stepping further down to the lower level.

By the way, this time Percy (Warcraft) left it near her village daughter. Somehow, I felt like she was coming after the brave... and if she did, I told her to lurk in the shadows and cover for her.

I have exchanged word of mouth before I left, but no matter how much it is self-inflicted, it is visible that I can rub it if I talk about my daughter coming back injured. There's healing magic in this world, but scars usually happen.

The cheaper you make promises, the more you change your attitude when something happens. Because we know empirically, the brave hate those people. Of course I never give that to my attitude —— or not? -- but. Besides, originally, I guess he's not good at people. Even though I'm still not good at it, he said that if I could rub it with the villagers about my daughter, I might inadvertently develop to dislike it... Such anxiety creeps in the back of my mind, and somehow I can't miss this situation, it can be.

—— Besides, I don't hate the attitude of that girl (this one) who hits me straight.

If you like the same thing, I think it's the right thing to do, face to face and compete. So, I honestly don't really like the princesses of Kunikuni, who are moving so much in the shadows. Oh, my God. I can say that if I'm left to do it, I don't have the skill to do it to the average person, so I'm pretty sure there's a mix of motives in this opinion.

Because actually... well, it's a common story. What a nobleman my beloved brave man is! Well, if that's all a fine name... When I found out about that fact, I was stunned to see why I hadn't noticed it the first time. I just want to say out loud that I didn't mean to target the family. It wouldn't make much sense in those places. Therefore, I try not to touch this story.

Fortunately, there is an agreement within the continent that those who are called brave do not basically belong to any power - that is, that the country should not claim their ownership by origin?

But what's a little troublesome?

When he takes “office," he will be treated as an independent being outside the power of the state, but if he takes ”home," the rest, as you can imagine.

Civilians, and former orphans, are a more challenging setting for me.

One hope is that his country tolerates marriages between aristocrats and civilians. Still the harsh reality is that he is one son?

—— Can I be my daughter-in-law...?

Somehow I get anxious and my usual positives lurk.

—— I don't know what I can do for the brave actually...

Although I have been blessed with special skills, I crawl through the bottom of the earth with all my strength and magic. Even at the same level 15, others prefer more parameter growth.

At Adventurers Guild, I was surprised that I was highly intelligent when I joined, but because this world was too fantastic, to live… to embrace, and only as a result of gathering knowledge in a grumpy way.

If she was a beautiful girl from the beginning and I was TUEE, I guess I could afford it.

—— Well, I can't help thinking about it. It's as good as ever. Let's get a little closer. It's a good tactic. I don't have anything else I want to do anyway. This is fun!

How distressing it is that in the end all I can do is go after him. And if you're having a little trouble, just about let me help you. And then there's the big favor, but enough to force me to avoid a crisis in my life, huh?

--... Hmm? Something like that, there's three of them. What you can do. Though it's all convenient over here. Is that? Am I more of a kid than I thought I could be if I did it!?

Somewhat positive rekindling.

If you reopen it, it belongs to this one, and you get back in the mood and start moving again.

As always, we rely on distant, visible light sources to advance the dim space. Depending on the roaming sound and body color, it's surprisingly easy to grasp the monster's position if you get used to it. All you have to do is go as far as you can to find it. Encount, which was so inevitable, uses a protective stone to stop the monster spend it on the run and go down more and more.

When I arrived at the hierarchy where monsters appeared strong enough to look, my instincts told me it was time for me to be where the boss was, so I hurried ahead carefully.

When his face is raised at the tip of avoiding the suspicious enclosure, he discovers the light leaking from behind the broken passage. Having guessed from that amount of light that it was Mr. Reps' magical light (Photo Sphere), I approached it about time and glanced softly at the large cavity as the boss battle was going on.

"Right!!

Always, Mr. Rice, at a slight rate, has a sharp voice.

The dead grass fluids scattered around the area as the brave man who received the word scolded the right side of the boss with a great sword.

"Solol!"

"resisto somnus!

Almost simultaneously with being called by name, an elf boy makes an auxiliary magical expression against a brave man.

with that on the edge of your eyes.

—— Wow. Sorol, you really look like a priest.

When I'm impressed, for example, I get a pounding, small voice in my ear.

"Get off..."

Looking for the Lord of Voices and looking around, a beautiful blonde ponythe girl standing between Mr. Lepus and Sorol-kun, who refrained from rearward, was now laying her hands on an arrow that emitted a green light precisely if she didn't pull a bow.

—— Ooh! Beryl, it's kind of cool.

Magic arrows released upwards as they are make ripples to dissolve near the cavity ceiling, floating flowery geometries. Beautiful... what an attack I can only say next when I'm seen —— arrows? successive blows from above by —— hiccups and pours.

The two avant-garde men were evacuated and intact, but the botanical system and the bumpy boss had the result of dripping the dead grass colored body fluids we had seen earlier from holes that had been drilled all over the body.

and there. I'm not giving you a break. In an atmosphere, Mr. Reps speaks up in good time.

"It's a blaze!

CHARLANLER After the brilliance of the white star passed, the flames that rose to explode from underfoot wrapped and scorched the boss's body.

There is a stone in this world called "Plant-based Enemy Attack with Flame-based Magic for now," as was often the case in previous world game settings. So everyone recognized the right choice as they stared at the boss who would stay on fire.