As soon as I entered the mansion, I wore a talisman item with the effect of not donating an undead monster. The entrance, which was somewhat wider than when the Ghost House was, although dim, did not feel so frightened. It doesn't feel like even horror, like teasing air or even exploring an old western hall.
I was wondering if you were just too fit? and look over here and there and I just go bury the map of my head from the near field.
I had a little information on this dungeon in my guild, meaning that the level band of the wandering monsters was around 25 and the “English Spirit” of the Dungeon Boss was about 30. There were other beginner dungeons with 10 levels, but Rice said this was the most affordable place, so I guess Urragi-kun and Ashley are about level 20.
Look, they were about 11 or 2 years old, so that's a pretty amazing story about 20 levels ~. Actually, I'm impressed. But, well, Solol and Shush, who are about 14 or 5, are already close to 80, so they're up there ~. Either way, it's above me at 18, so amazing is the same story, but one laughs.
The vast mansion is generally made in the letter Lo, with a dance hall behind the hallway furthest from the entrance, he said. That's the floor of the boss battle, but he said he'd be practicing a lot, so I didn't think the party would make it to the hall any time soon.
Well, if you walked away like this, you'd meet me perfectly somewhere. Worst case scenario, even if we didn't meet, we'd see each other in the dance hall. I walked silently down a peaceful corridor that barely counted due to the protective note effect I was equipped with.
From time to time, take a dungeon that isn't so scary to the back while you find a chest in your room or are lucky enough to finish a monster that isn't undead.
For the first time in a long time, the high voices of boys and girls flew into their ears when they had learned their fullness as adventurers.
"Now, Ragi!
"… ---, Luna Dark!"
After a chant that I couldn't hear with such a hanging voice, it comes to my attention that Uluragi-kun, the black-eared rabbit, activates a dark attribute-like slashing magic. The monster against it is a slightly larger black slime. The dark slaughter unleashed by the boy scrapes Mr. Slime's surface and exposes the area around the nucleus, arguably the heart of the monster.
"Me!
Ashley's sword, which just screamed, severely crushed the exposed area, and Mr. Black Slime shrunk and melted away.
—— Ooh, wow. Breathtaking collaborative play. Brilliant!
As I was approaching, applauding the two of them from behind with a patchy, un-sounding patchy, Urragi-kun glanced at Mr. Reps with a seemingly difficult face.
"Excellent work. It was more powerful than it was earlier."
"... but I couldn't defeat him with one blow. The chant should have been a little shorter, and the orientation should have been more stable. That's the only damage I can do because there was so much power I lost."
"Just realizing it is enough now."
I still have the next one, so I let my white rabbit ear crack, and when my grandfather gently returns it, he sarcastically flushes his longer dark hair, and Urragi-kun nods back.
That's kind of a good scene. You have a mind to peel off, and on the other hand, uh, the magic of this world is directed or something among the elements up to activation?? And I was suddenly surprised by the magical circumstances that made it feel more difficult.
I didn't know what it felt like because it wasn't right, and I always thought that magic was a constant power. I never thought of a magic (cost) loss because I thought the difference in power that I would occasionally see was really something of a weapon or a level dependency.
--Heh... the profession of wizard is also difficult after all...
Then, as Mr. Reps says, the talented Urragi-kun must be a sweet grandson.
As I snort, my pretty but sharp gaze flies towards this one.
—— Ooh.
If I was confused, Ashley would have found me lurking in the shadows.
After staring at this one, she drank some words and carved a deep wrinkle between her eyebrows.
She is a beautiful girl who is looking forward to the future because of it. Even though the bright red and sparkling blonde elements match her height very well.
Her appearance, with only a few shadows of Mr. Rice, inflated the delusion that it must be a beautiful wife.
—— Well, you won't get a chance to see it.
Even I am so persistent that even if I go inside the dungeon, I am strongly tempted to avoid the kingdom of Granthrus, which actually has the house of the brave. The same goes for the stories of the nobles, because I'm afraid of his home-ground air and I'm not in the mood to step in.
I'm sure the people of that country will care so much about him as a strong and honest brave man who only hears good rumors, so I wonder if there's a good chance that someone like me who sticks with him like that won't accept... I take it seriously.
In the first place, what does it mean when he gets home, etc. I just know for sure.
For me, Granthulus is a bittersweet land and is in the position that we should avoid it if we can.
So I guess I don't have a chance to see Mr. Rice's wife, either, beyond that.
—— If this was a while ago, maybe we could have stormed it off a bit...
As much as I would have a pushy wife a while ago, I think I could afford it.
Staring at the party that has resumed its exploration of the mansion, I grin subtly in the shadows.
—— You made me kiss you, you gave me a hug, you even gave me a hug, and you touched your forehead. I was forced to grab a hand or something, and they showed me half naked... and this one feeling that I always wanted you to realize that around being rejected, even in a bad way, you could have admitted it existed... was filled or did...?
I miss that tension that settled down at some point, and at the same time, I wonder if you've grown up? But even in the previous world, he was a lot of an adult, though? and one leaks a scratchy laugh.
—— but I don't think I have a choice.
Perhaps I will stay for the rest of this time, or even if he marries... until I die...
I'm so weird confident that since I left Arcia, I've actually been secluded, I can't be my daughter-in-law = the end. I thought about how to live the rest of my life without colour.
I could easily imagine that whatever I did would be a tasteless routine, but around the corner that made me think, it would be nice to see it through to the end anyway. Better get as many memories as you can before you live alone. If you have the courage, you can watch the wedding, burn your happy face, and then you just need to know. If they give up well, it's a profit, and even if that's impossible, the fact that "the brave live happily ever after” will surely lighten my heart in bitterness.
I ended up talking about that.
—— said. Think for yourself. This imagination recesses a lot deeper... orz
Oh, no more! Stop! Serious is too dark!!
Positive thinking doesn't suit me at all!!
Well, even if you have a good chance of not being my wife anymore!
Listen and understand properly what was a mine when you had the chance, and then put in an apology from the bottom of your heart.
You just have to start again from the beginning!
—— Look, Mr. Bell. I don't have time to be dented!
And, recovered from a single dent, I quickly, firmly stretched my spine.
—— We need to get in the mood and go after him!
Yes, tell yourself.
Then on several encounts, in addition to Urragi-kun's magic, I softly chased after Arshley's training effects as she came along, as the Brave Party headed towards the deepest dancehall.
I'm a dungeon boss at level 30 or so, and if I'm enough to see it at the end of the line for a second, would I be forgiven? So, when the brave men opened the hall door, I saw it slightly, and decided to go upstairs to the gallery section.
When the door closed I heard the sound of starting the fight and I hurried upstairs.
And I followed the brain map I had buried a while back, and I walked into it through the door that led to the gallery.