I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

"It's Protective Water!

The center of the lake, which when it reached the lowest level had not one wave, rose, and Dungeon Boss' water snake appeared flashy.

While the blisters scattered around the area are not clear, Crawlick, who seems to have low magic resistance to the water system, applies attribute-designated defensive magic to himself, echoes around the area.

Put it on the signal. Chris takes the sword, and Rice takes the spear to the standing position.

Since there is an opening there at the average level of the party and at the level of the boss, in order to extend the parameters of the technical land, and this time, they plan to challenge without putting the boss's weakness attribute on the weapon.

Along with that, the Wizard Crawlick decided to set a goal of not aggressively attacking with flame-based magic, but adding magic resistance to each attribute of the boss by releasing attacks of other attributes.

It was known from past experience that magic sets up state anomalies of water and ice systems, physical attacks by five necks and one tail, and icing, hallucinations, and rarely poisons. Serpentine dungeon bosses are rare on this continent, and teaching Sorol and Beryl how to fight against them for the first time is one of their aims.

Nevertheless, it is not so much the same as usual when it comes to their work, which mainly works in the rear guard. By exploring the signs of an abnormal state attack in Solol's case and striving to shorten the time between dealing with it, considering Beryl's poor avant-garde scaffolding - difficult to approach or leave as the boss's body is in the lake - it would be enough to refrain from martial arts and try how much weight he can put on a single shot.

It's about them joining a brave, albeit young, led party, so in some cases they have a sense of vocation that surpasses even experience. The three older people have appreciated their abilities since their first work so far, and they don't have to say anything about technical matters or their respective overcoming points, so they can absorb them at some point and try to take action, so it's like they're not so worried.

Whatever it was, in front of Dungeon Boss, who has been roaring and releasing ice cubes, they bravely headed to show off the collaborative play they have been cultivating.

"... Is that it?

Of the two remaining necks, the boy shrugged as he stopped his eyes from glowing some of the pattern painted on its back with blue eyes.

As soon as that happens, a frozen brace is released from the mouth of the neck that showed a change. Aiming at a spear man whose body is about to get caught up in bad luck, he quickly releases it to the man he was preparing for.

"Resisto glacies!

"Help!"

Rice lifted his hand slightly, so he shouted at its back.

"You can drop your neck now! Because I saw the warning signs of an attack!

When told, he glances back slightly as he ignores any other attack from his neck.

Apparently, with his own gripping spear tip, he issued some kind of directive to the girl standing next to the boy.

"Mm... I'll try that"

Poso spills, and Beryl squeezes the demon arrow as she rocks her golden hair.

The arrows glowing in the green light emitted haphazardly either impacted by the impelled force or went towards the target with little lowering of altitude. They are near the level so they can capture the movement of the arrow, but in the eyes of the lower level, they would see the trajectory lost where they released the arrow, and when they realized it was stabbed in the distance, and so on.

Aside from that, Rice chops off his long neck, as Sorol put it, in front of her, who struck out aiming for the blue eye on the left as directed. What I could afford that move, and I've said with my gaze, "Exactly," the moment I shook off the spear, made Beryl feel a little snotty... probably a story that no one noticed.

Now that we have five necks, we have experienced both magical attacks and additive attacks with abnormal states, so it finally turns into an air of toddling.

According to the story of three people who have fought the boss several times before, breaking the neck in the middle left at the end will work the one called Condition Restoration, and by then all the missing necks will be repaired. So Todome relied on Reps' flame-based attack magic, which meant that the three people in charge of physical attacks took the form of waiting for him to go into preliminary motion of activation to stop the hand of aggressive attack.

Not nearly as unchanging as a magically talented demonic species, but with a talent that jumped through among the wizards alongside him, he was famous for taking less time to activate than when he was younger.

"It's Astor Flame!

What was unleashed was the flame-based attack magic of multiple explosions that blossomed like stars. It's probably not just a whim, it's definite overkill that I chose over the flame magic (blaze) that I use all the time.

Once upon a time, having completed a dungeon called the Tower of Stars Falling, he has received more "star blessings” than the gods. Therefore, it is very compatible with weapons, items, magic, etc. that contain star attributes, and you can expect more effects than you have set.

Dungeon Boss' water snake, wrapped in flames after giving him the Terminator, dropped his tail and disappeared as he sank towards the bottom of the lake.

I confirmed that. Chris puts the Great Sword back on his back. The fact that he holds his weapon is also a signal in them of the end of the battle, and at the same time begins to loosen the temper that each of them had tensioned in the face of the soothing appearance of the air.

Next to it, he gently contained the photosphere (Photosphere) that Lepus had left over before the battle.

A soft voice I'm used to hearing echoes in a space that has always dropped darkness.

"Everyone is tired. Look, both of you, look up there?

The spear-lowered rice prompts the boy and girl to raise their gaze to the mouth of the hole.

Then there is a white, shining, missing little moon that fits into a pompous open circle.

"It's inside, isn't it?

The two young men remained aware of the scenery in such an atmosphere that the voices of the reps, who spoke well, echoed around and forgot to reply.

The usual night sky is far away today, and it looks like an artistic black frame (frame) around Artel Hall's gizzardly mouth. The light of the very small moon that fits in there causes the illusion as if it were only pouring down on this place.

From a place like this, I just looked up and said that the existence of myself standing at the bottom of a huge hole is endlessly small… it just kind of makes me feel like I've been held down on my head, though. It was felt that way that this landscape, which brings such awareness that just because the light shoots there, you can sense the subtle changes in this world and the slightest happiness because you are a small self… certainly deserves their admiration.

I also know exactly what the word "be a commandment to myself" spilled by the brave man upstairs means.

but it's so stunning that it just ends up like that.

Around making the thought circle that I wish I could simply bracket it with the word "beautiful" at any rate…, I thought that boys and girls were “that's why" their own leaders.

Each looks at him.

"Is that it? Too bad... it's a nice view, but it looks like the clouds are coming out"

As Rice said so in a sparing voice, the shadows overlapped on the moon and the light was blocked sassy.

The gaze I was concentrating on was scattered in the way I had no choice, and they planned to cross the night in this place, each of them began to move in search of a suitable place to light the fire or a place that seemed good for their own bedroom.

The roles are largely set, and Sorol and Beryl flutter around and keep an eye on the boys and girls as the brave men begin to stroll around the area intriguing as they guard their surroundings while Reps and Rice prepare for fire and meals.

By the end of the fire, Sorol and Beryl were tired of walking and stopping around the fire. While heating and burning ingredients to eat, it is customary for Reps to take the book and Rice to take out his weapon used in battle to see how it goes.

As usual, the boy who was stopping by the water uttered a fuzzy word at the opposite angle of Chris, who turned his gaze to them spending nothing.

"Is that it?... What...?

A beautiful girl standing nearby first reacts to a small, pompous voice.

"... glowing"

As the girl moves a few steps closer to Rice, she pounds on his shoulder and says, pointing at you with the same thin voice of discouragement.

He was confirming the blade spill of his gains, listening to such a girl.

"Chris, there's a change on the lake, don't you feel anything?

And, with a slightly tough, serious voice, he speaks to the brave man with dark hair.

The brave man quickly approached the lake where he sank his boss and carefully dropped his gaze as he pulled through the sword on his back with his dominant hand.

I gently dipped my left hand in the water and tried to explore something for a while, but I told them without looking back when I lifted my wet hand.

"There's a sign of a monster, but it doesn't seem to do any harm here."

Lord Chris, there must be signs of the Spirit.

If there is such a fellow voice in between, and you look up at the sky as you are invited.

In his eyes, he could see the spirits of the medium wind descending to this place one after the other, manifesting only on the body of a man.

"This is..."

If you watch what happens and what they do, will the spirits who came down start dancing with pleasure as they look at the bottom of the water now or now?

Because of the wizard's qualities, he cannot see it as clearly as he who is a brave man, but it seems that Reps can sense its existence closer to the others. His gaze was firmly moving around the place as he followed the spirits dancing a little higher than the water.

"Hey, what's it like?

The species commonly called elves are said to be in close enough relationships to come into contact with natural spirits. but it seems that Sorol is not as sensitive to spirits as they are told elsewhere, whether it's because of his young age or his chosen job title. If there is such a thing as a living spirit in monsters and necromancers of evil spiritual systems, they can perceive signs even if they are quite far away, but “clean” beings like the divine spirits are difficult to capture because they appear assimilated into the world. The boy, who told the brave man so before, says that's why he has a strong interest in spirits and other beings.

In the case of Rice, who is a pure human race, the same as the brave one, if he were a great spirit of existence, he would say, "Around there? He said he could make a hit, but he didn't see him at all. On the other hand, Beryl often feels like she's looking in the" where ”direction, but they don't discuss it in particular. As a result, no one in the membership knows what is true or false.

Asked by Sorol, Chris opened his mouth to give back what they looked like. but there, I feel signs of some small crowd climbing up from the bottom of the water with rapid momentum, pulling myself back and speaking to them behind me.

"Something's coming"

Instruct them to stay away from the water and grasp the grip of the Great Sword in case.

They each watched the trend with their own gains, when they felt that the Lord of immeasurable signs appeared in the brave too.

The quiet lake surface, reflecting the distant moonlight, carved a small wave every time the spirits twitched, but one end of a large twist, distinct from it, gradually disappeared between the waves. At the same time, there was a complex vortex of force bumping into each other that was neither demonic nor holy, and seemed to lift grains of intense brilliance and colorful light from the bottom of the water.

Already the lake was colored by many lights, dispelling the darkness of the night and the darkness of the bottom of the hole. The waves also get rough gradually and the splash scatters around them, and the spirits who find play lift small chunks of water up and up with the force of the wind.

"... what's going on?

Representing the hearts of all, a small voice is spilled from the boy's mouth.

There is no one there to answer.

Someone puts force on his leg, Jiri, and the gravel produces a rubbing sound.

On the tip of spitting and watching, the miring lake surface lifts......

Dow!!! and the loud noise that explodes rings at the bottom of the hole.

"... what...?

A flock of fish emerged from the back of it at a moment when the exuberant and radiant water began at once.

Above the hole, the sight swept up swimming with fierce momentum as he aimed for a small mouth pocketed into the earth.

The eyes of the brave man, whose blue and silver-haired spearsman stood at the tip of his grunt as he squeezed out, reflected the sight of a medium spirit of water manifested only in his upper body, just like that of the wind flying around the lake, lifting and dancing his body in a mixed momentum in the fish herd.

Winged monsters from fish bodies. I can see the spirits that were coming down flying one after the other aiming up, trying to follow a large group of what is commonly known as empty fish (skyfish) and lift their bodies, trying to help them swim. Lovely wink at the face of a brave party that drops them off like that and falls down with a splash from a high place.

The voice of the girl, who accidentally echoed the place with a lingering aftertaste, somehow draws their consciousness back to being taken aback.

"People come down..."