Kuro no Maou

The False Heart (Imitation Heart), a testament to the Skeleton Crusade, says its name is the heart, but this area is not pulsating with the left chest.

It is inside the skull that this is, and the crystals that resemble the nucleus (core) of this slime emit a flaming light, causing the demonic glow that shifts from the orbit to dwell on the head of the slime.

Minotaur Skeleton likewise recovers that 'False Heart (Imitation Heart)' was inside the cow's skull, so this would be a testament to the crusade.

With the new Bone 17 Bull 1 proof added as a loot, it was now time for us to get out of the way and step up the stairs.

"That's quite a long time."

When I started going up, I could see that it was a spiral staircase that wrapped around a large place.

Because I draw the curve loosely, I have no idea where I'm going and I don't know how long it's been going on.

At least since I got into this dungeon, I think it would be the longest staircase.

Finally, even when walking down these stairs and aisles, a place called Dungeon is not alarmed because an unreadable skeleton of air springs up from somewhere and pinches it.

"Mmm."

"What's the matter?

Lily asks, walking next to me.

"I can hear you, someone's fighting ahead."

Lily and Fiona didn't seem to hear it yet, but then within a few meters of walking, they could clearly hear that sound in their ears as well.

"You're definitely fighting this."

A continuous explosion in the sound of a sword trident you hear.

It's easy to predict that there's a well-balanced party in battle that probably holds both swordsmen and magicians together.

The opponent would be a Skeleton Legion, given the hierarchy.

"Speaking of which, this is the first time you've met another adventurer in the dungeon."

"Really?

While affirming, the only main dungeon I worked with Lily has ever been the Fairy Forest (Fairy Garden), so if you're not so lucky, it's unlikely you'll meet even the few adventurers around the village in that wide forest.

However, in a dungeon that is quite narrow compared to a natural field than it is an architecture, even if it is so vast, it will not be uncommon to encounter many sets of parties in the field once the number of adventurers coming from a large city called Sparda has also been met.

It can be said that half of the time this happens in contact with someone else.

"Sure, as an adventurer's rule, you don't interfere."

"Well, I'd be in trouble if I got caught weird."

Maybe it's still better if you just get tangled up.

In some cases, such as during a battle with a monster, it is a real MPK (Monster Player Killer) that is often pushed against the monster because of a bad addition.

There was no gratitude or righteousness at all, but if it was actually a crisis of party survival, pushing others to escape would be the right thing to do as a survival first adventurer.

Or should we call it the self-responsibility of those who enter the reinforcement without thinking about it later?

"Then in the direction of thru"

"Yes."

"Yes!"

That said, I'm a little unsure if it's possible for me to have a party close to total annihilation and abandon it with no guilt whatsoever.

I'm sure if you saw the adventurers going to die, you'd have to remember the Vulcans who couldn't help you.

No, I thought about it more than that, and I waved for the first time, and I kept going up the stairs pale.

Up the stairs was a hall with the same structure as the starting point.

I get the impression that it's just smaller around two than the bottom.

And as expected in this hall, there was the appearance of the adventurers who would be the first parties to come across in the field.

"Ah."

I accidentally leak such a surprise voice.

"- Hmm?

You reacted to my voice, one of the adventurers turns here.

The fight for the party seemed to be over before we got here, and now they were engaged in the task of breaking down the "false heart".

In that, the adventurer who turned to me was a cat beast man (warcat) swordsman equipped with light armor.

Even with his hair, he still can't tell the cat's face, etc., but it was instantly discernible who he was when he saw the giant sword in his hand.

Yes, what he's equipped with is the undisputed Vulcan sword of love, Tooth Sword/Bad Eating, which means, uh, it's definitely Jote, or whatever rank three adventurer he was called.

"Hey."

As I stared at the sword by accident, Cat Swordsman Jort called out.

"You, you're rank one, right? Why are you in such a toco?

I can't tell if Joto remembers me or not when I met him at the Moldrette Weapons Chamber, but, well, I wouldn't mind either.

"No, we're rank two."

"Seriously, for the apprentice magician's sake?

Let's not wear these robes anymore...

No, you can't, if you even take off your robe, you'll only be seen by the average person, not the adventurer anymore.

"When you look at that nari, it becomes rank two, right? Don't wander around in deep hierarchies."

Difficult dialogue to tell if you dislike it or if it's advice as a senior.

Probably the former from the atmosphere of this man, but that's not enough to make me muddle back and say it.

"I'm just going home now, I'm not going downstairs"

"Well, but lucky for you, the hierarchy below one that Omae has just climbed -"

And, the jote points to the entrance of the spiral staircase, which is mouthing black as a pompous nagging.

"- Sometimes there's a Minotaur Zombie out there, he's out of his hands for about Rank 2.

You're gonna die because you're ranked up?

It's a jote that distorts his mouth in a mean way, but he says he'll be careful about minotaur zombies, so maybe it includes some proper advice for him.

"Thanks for the advice."

But it's not like sincere courtesy, so I answer without hesitation and go through the hall.

From behind, he said, "Hey, don't get involved with the new guy. Help me out here!," said the same woman who came to call him at the weapons store.

I didn't see her then, but seeing that here, I was just a little surprised.

Because she was a Lamia with a snake in her lower body.

Unexpectedly associating Athens, I thought that Jote's party was composed of the same as' Ils Blader ', but apparently only these two people are worn by the race.

Later, there were two Goblin clerics (Cleric) and Gargoyle archers, all combined five and a different number composition than "Ils Blader".

I don't even know who the leader is, but I'm a swordsman as well as seeing the Cat Beast man Jote with a swordsman and a Lamian woman with a song knife (spotter) on her waist.

The two indistinguishable goblins, slightly different from the magician's robe, can be distinguished from a costume that reminds them of a crusader priest somewhere based on white and a twisted hardwood wand, even at first glance when they saw it raw, as a cleric (Cleric).

I've never seen a species here with a look like a halfway between a goblin and an oak, growing bat wings from a back called Gargoyle, but it looks like he's a common adventurer because he's equipped with a basic archer.

Sparda seems to have a large percentage of the human population, so party configurations like them would be in a rare category.

But as far as I'm concerned, I have a strong image of Daedalus living in a mess with a wide variety of races, so parties like them remind me of the Alliance of Adventurers and remember something like peace of mind somewhere.

The Vulcan sword may also be a real hope for him to keep waving in the hands of the adventurer again.

With such sentimental thoughts, we followed the scene.