I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Fran, who had come to the west dungeon of Ulmut with Caitley, was quickly giving her a test.

"Well, I'll be out front"

"Huh?"

"Even if I stay behind, I don't know about the dungeon. Walk forward."

"So, but traps and warcraft..."

"If it's a labyrinth here, it's no big deal. Daijibu"

Maybe, Caitley, Fran was going to go ahead and follow him like a tourist afterwards.

But I wasn't willing to make it easier on Fran. I mean, it's a request to show you the reality of the adventurer. I guess I'm actually going to let it go through a lot.

Before entering the dungeon, I told Caitley, "If my arm is about a thousand broken, I'll cure you with magic. So the word" daijibu ". That was not a joke or anything, frankly it was a very serious word.

Instead, you might even think you'd feel more adventurous if you got hurt a little bit.

Fran is Spartan.

No, it looks like Sparta from around here, but frankly, you'd think if you were prepared to do adventurers, you'd be fine with this extent.

People are creatures who think of themselves as standards.

I'm a battle freak, and to be strong, some injuries and hardships come from Don and Fran, and although I admire adventurers, until recently I was a lady in the main study. The difference was thought to be greater than imagined.

In the meantime, I need to be careful not to die.

"Well, move on"

"Yes!

Caitley began to go inside the dungeon, prompted by Fran's words.

The footprint is surprisingly firm. Curiosity and excitement seemed to prevail over fright.

Walk through the stone aisle with a clear look around. In addition to my interest in dungeons, I guess I'm going to be looking for traps and stuff.

Well, it doesn't make any sense.

Gagon.

"Eh - Ouch!

I was securely activating the trap that was underfoot. It's not a big trap, though.

Near the foot, a strong wind knocks pebbles and the like. It was not even harassment, it was a child deception that existed to alert beginners to the trap. That's right, it's a dungeon that's ready for teaching.

"Uh-huh."

"Don't stop, move on"

"Yes, sir"

Caitley, who was stopping and rubbing her legs, walked out again with a slightly frightened back look. Apparently this is where the dungeon is, I remember it again.

The dog ear, which was originally the drooling ear type, looks even more atrophied. The tail that was shaken as a boom also completely lost momentum. She's an easy girl to understand.

The walk was very slow, as if the light-hearted footsteps up to earlier had been lies.

Vigilant of traps that do not even break through, proceed with a very nosy. That's enough other adventurers from behind to chase through with Dong Dong.

"... slow. Faster."

"Ugh...... Yes."

As Fran hurried, Caitley increased its speed while moisturizing her eyes. I'm not going to tell Fran back even though I'm so frightened. Is this also an admirable effect?

Caitley then attacked the dungeon, even as he caught on to the trap, found it and dodged it.

Well, it's only about half the ground floor. Blah, when I said it in the game, it was the beginning of the tutorial.

However, Caitley is quite tired. Though a little lady, she's an animal man, and she's got some training. Normally there would be nothing tiring at this distance.

But to an unfamiliar environment, alertness to traps and fear of warcraft. Those factors seemed to be catching up with the spirit and planting many times as much fatigue in Caitley as they usually do.

"Ha hoo..."

Still, Caitley, who walks without leaking a cry, apparently isn't going to give up the adventurer. Exactly, it seems understandable that no adventurer serves a person who makes a sound to this extent.

"Take a break here"

"Yes......"

In order for the adventurers to be different from each other, they decided to rest a little where the road was a little wider.

The two of us sit down side by side. Then, he wanted to know about Fran, and Caitley started asking a lot of questions.

I hope I can't talk about things I can't talk about, but I tell them about my adventure experiences and so on. That's quite a bloody and tragic story, but the admiration rays emanating from Caitley's eyes only add to the power.

With her inexperienced in combat, she can't imagine the rigors of adventure and struggle, only the thoughts of "cool" and "awesome" will spring up.

And when it came to the story of the warcraft he had recently fought, Fran made him listen by talking about his battle with Thunderbird, who had fought in a crystal cage.

Until then, I have managed to beat a tremendous warcraft many stories, so I am surprised by the story that I escaped, albeit with threat B.

"Oh, even your sister can't beat that warcraft called Thunderbird?

"If I wanted to win, I could win. Should be. I could handle it with my wife's hands."

"So why did you run away?

"If I use my wife's hand, I'm not just sorry myself. I usually fight for real, but accomplishing a request is my top priority during a request. Don't forget that."

"But if you knock it down, you'll get all sorts of materials too..."

"Mm-hmm. I think I could level up, too. But what if we meet a strong enemy after that? I can't say I'll never be there. So no wasted wear."

Yes, it is. Even thunderbird herd opponents of Threat B have a high formula that they could have won by using sword deification and potential liberation.

But doing that should drain Fran tremendously, just like he said. There's so much life in our backs. Maybe I couldn't fight properly for a while, and if I did poorly, it might have affected the militant tournament.

Fran, he couldn't say it was a one-man adventurer to wear out in a futile battle during a request.

"During the request, act more carefully and safely than usual. If it fails, all the more so if people ask for trouble."

"I see."

That's why I prioritized ensuring that I accomplished the request over my own desire to level it up.

But I don't know if that Fran preaches the importance of behaving cautiously towards younger girl opponents. Something touched me.