Legend

That said, it gets dark just after 8pm. Exil, such a labyrinth city surrounded by darkness. Places like liquor stores and whorehouses are lit by massive magic items, probably because it's a city with lots of adventurers, just like Gilm.

Most importantly, the population overwhelmingly brought more light in the upper Exil than in the Guild, though more magic items.

The city of Egzil has an entrance to the dungeon in the centre, with four larger mansions each built to the east, west and north of the city.

It is the home of those who are descendants of the party that discovered the dungeon in this Exile and who, at the same time, rule Exile, which can be considered an autonomous city.

... except that the mansion south of Egzil is a mansion of a house that has already fallen and is quite damaged.

Since the main entrance to the city was northeast of Egzil, there were fewer visitors to the mansion.

Small compared to noble mansions, but nevertheless large grounds and mansions from the ordinary inhabitants. All the merchants tried to buy the mansion, but they were unable to sell it to the labyrinth of the history of the labyrinth city of Exil, making it lonely.

"... n"

One of those mansions. If you look at the entire mansion, it's wrapped up in the darkness of the night, but only one of those rooms has a slight leak of light.

In one of the rooms, a 10-year-old had a mouthful of a qualitative meal called dried meat and water.

The girl's name is Beaune Flaut. We discovered a dungeon once in the land and attacked it to some extent. He is the descendant of four adventurers who then reported to the country and made a chick shape as a labyrinth city.

He was allowed to name his family by virtue of his merits, but only formally, and his rights as an aristocrat do not exist. On the contrary, there is no duty of nobility.

About 300 years after the fall of the Flaut family already. Still, the mansion was maintained because it used plenty of magic items at the time of construction, but just as much money was needed to maintain the mansion, or to maintain the magic items, both parents had already died and Beune, the only successor to the Frauto family, dived into the dungeon every day to make that money.

In this case, what would have been unfortunate was that Bühne was a bandit with more than some strength. If he had no strength, it would have already been impossible to maintain the mansion, or if he had enough arms to be considered a genius, he would have been able to afford to maintain the mansion.

Still, it should be said that bandits are earning as much money as they can manage to maintain this mansion by acting solo. Given their age of 10, those who knew Bühne thought that in the future or...

Most of all, there are a lot of people in Exile who don't want it to happen. Like, for example, the one who craves Büne's arm as a bandit and tries to take it into his own body.

"Mmm."

Due to his solo behavior, Büne, whose mouth is running low, turns his gaze to the portrait hanging still in the room.

When my parents got married, they painted a portrait of me with no money. I barely changed my expression and just stood still.

It's like, with a lonely gaze that says why you're the only one here, with a gaze that wants the love of looking for your parents, and a gaze somewhere far away.

Beune, who kept looking at the portrait for about 10 minutes, eventually strayed from her gaze and lay down on the floor.

Something like a bed was already useless, and that was the same with the couch again.

Thus Bühne can rest his body wearing a thin blanket on the floor.

Tomorrow we'll have to dive into the dungeon alone to make money again.

A large mansion north of Exil, opposite the house of the Fraut family. However, the mansion was, so to speak, a castle-fortified mansion, as if it were premised on standing caged in one way or another.

The garden is not a place to watch and enjoy, but a training ground for warriors.

In one of those mansions, my anger echoes.

"General Princess and Deep Red of the Duke of Kelp family went into Eggzil!?

With that word, my fist slaps me to the table.

The table itself is made of Trento-based monster material that comes out in the dungeon and boasts considerable strength compared to a regular table. But still, the man's blow plunges the surface of the table into fist shape.

With a height of 2m and a stature superior to his weight of 120kg, this man's name is Bosque Silva. He is one of the descendants of an adventurer who once found a dungeon that existed in the land, and one who, unlike the fallen Flaut family, is actually ruling a labyrinth city called this Exil.

The man who brings the report accidentally atrophies to Bosc, who yelled at him with a suspended, eyed, murderous minister.

Having seen how it was, Bosque immediately exhaled and calmed down and called out to the man in front of him.

"Sorry about that. I was surprised because it was an unexpected report. Don't worry, it's not your fault."

"Ha!"

Character is indeed ferocious and does not condone the opponent hostile to himself. There is such a boss, but also a good side of taking care of him, who bakes care of him against whom he admires himself and is admired as his brother.

Bosque is the youngest of the three current rulers of Exile, but many are fascinated by the momentum of his youth.

"Damn, what are those two celebrities doing to Eggzil... no, there's no doubt the dungeon is more than what I came here for. Thanks for the report. Now you can drink."

You calmed down while you were whining, play a finger of silver coin to your men who brought you the report and give it to them.

I smile and bow my head to unexpected luck, even though my men never thought they'd get silver coins just for making a report.

"Thank you, Bosque's brother!

"Oh, you can go now"

To that word, his men bow their heads and leave the room.

"Even so, there's another troublesome guy at a troublesome time. There are rumors that the fighting power is at least rank A, besides taking Griffon to Larks Border Uncle's katana. Even though deep red is troublesome, even the Princess General of the House of the Duke of Kelevel...... what kind of relationship is that? Anyway, we're almost done with the Bühne thing. If you can, stay out of my way."

He looks like a warrior and, in fact, his fighting style is a warrior, but Bosc, who therefore knows the importance of information, naturally gathers information from the leading players in his country. Some of that information naturally came from Princess General Elaine, a deep-red ray that rapidly became known for its name in the war against the Bestian Empire.

Whimpering, he stabs and lifts a fork to a steak that didn't spill out of the plate even with the blow he beat to the table earlier, and bites it directly into the meat without imitating it like a knife cutting it. A steak with just a light grilled eye on the surface gives you a full taste of blood dripping meat in your mouth.

While pouring the meat into the wine, Bosque thought about what was to come.

Mansion west of Egzil. There, too, was a woman in her 40s asking for the name of the troublemaker who showed up today.

"Deep red and Princess General. Hey. I wonder if any celebrities will come again."

The whining voice is spouted with sigh, but the appearance totally betrayed the look of such a woman.

All fingers of both hands are fitted with gemstoned rings, and luxurious hair decorations that seem to be made of gold also cover the entire head as if it were a crown. Bracelets and foot rings are also attached to arms and feet, earrings that I thought were made of misthrills in my ears, and necklaces polished with wind thunder ore crystallized with the magic of wind and thunder in my neck. The clothes worn were also sewn up by specialist craftsmen over several months using the finest fabrics.

If a runaway chimp around who knows nothing finds this woman, she'll be happy to attack. Anyway, you can definitely play and live the rest of your life with just the ornaments and clothes you're wearing.

... but whoever actually tries to do it will also look miserable due to the magic of the woman. In fact, everyone who ever attacked a woman for gold has no longer existed in this world.

Pri Marchelle. Descendant of the wizard among the four who once found the dungeon, the head of the Marchelle family, one of the three that rule Egzil.

He is also a powerful wizard, specializing in earth magic and water magic. A person who can fire long attack magic without losing magic thanks to several wearing magic items.

I love gems so much and have the lust to use the dark hands behind me to get them.

"I don't mind another celebrity coming, but it's not gonna get in my way, is it? If I interrupt... unfortunately, I'm going to have you missing in the dungeon. Oh, my God. I can't believe the Duke's Lady and all the newest war heroes are missing in the dungeon. It's going to be a lot of noise, but I'm coming to the dungeon knowing that even over there. Of course."

"Sonoto orides, master"

A voice returns from inside the room to that word that whined as he looked at the gem.

There's nobody in the room but Prix.

But Prix doesn't even seem to care about it at all, he opens his mouth without even changing his expression.

"Yeah, yeah. You're pathetic, but you can't help it.... but that wouldn't happen without a strange sense of justice. Pray you will too, Bridget."

"Lyokaishimashita, Mastani Innolimas"

Looking lovingly at the large gemstone ring nestled in his right hand, Prix opens his mouth imagining the gemstone he should be getting from now on.

"Yes, all the jewels should gather under me."

"Hi, Master"

grinning with satisfaction at the voices coming from nowhere.

A large mansion east of Egzil. An old man in his 70s, or even his 80s, frowns uncomfortably as he hears the report.

"You think it's the Princess General? Deep red? Why are they all coming to Egzil, the Nightingale?"

"I wonder if that's still the purpose of the dungeon..."

"Yeah, no, shut up! Who gave you permission to open your mouth!?

The old man with the eclampsia threw the cup he had and hit the head of his mouth-opening subordinate. My forehead cuts off and my blood runs off as it is.

Fortunately during his unhappiness, he would have been an old man but had therefore lost his arm. Because if the old man had as much physical ability as he had when he was active as an adventurer, perhaps his men's heads would have been crushed by all the cups.

The old man's name is Schaffner Levisole. He is the descendant of an archer among four adventurers who found a dungeon that once existed in the land, an old man ruling the Exil with the Silva and Marchelle families.

But unlike Prix, who maintains his strength as a bosk and wizard, which is also the height of his life as a warrior, Schaffner has already passed the height of his flesh. On the contrary, he was already in old age and it wasn't strange when he died.

"Damn, finally...... why do two aliases come at a time like this when you might finally get that little girl's hope of a non!?

Throw the barrel containing the wine down from the table in anger, and the smell of intense wine stands around.

I know it would smell good if there was enough wine in the glass, but if there was a lot of it, that would only be a bad smell.

"Will you die? Non has lived so desperately. He said he had no talent, but he held his bow, and he said he was blunt, but he ruled Eggzil... but at the end of the day, he could smile at the lucky goddess.... No, it's not"

At that moment of whining, Schaffner's eyes stain with cloudy madness. Madness that can be described as the paranoia of an old man who never wants to admit his own old age.

But none of Schaffner's men, who had refrained from doing so on the spot, noticed it, just silently waiting for his husband's eclampsia to subside.

"Bye. If the Goddess of Fortune does not smile at Non, why not just bring Non closer to God from himself? Hey, you. You said they were looking for an interview before, right?

To the words of the old man, one of his men tilts his neck...... he understands what he is saying and breathes small.

"Is that that holy light religion?

"That's right. Holy goddesses of light and those who worship them. There is no better reason than to preach in this Eggzil than to respond to the request of Non."

"Sure, Sacred Lightism is a religion that's been prevalent in the city lately, but there are a lot of smelly rumors. Isn't it dangerous to trust the detour?

"Phew, even if it's dangerous, there's no way you can imitate it in this exhilarating way. Bring them in as soon as you can so they don't get distracted by the bosses and the pricks."

My men try to open their mouths to try to keep them in mind, but Schaffner, possessed by his own paranoia, could not have listened to my men's words.

Thus, the presence of Deep Red and the Princess General appeared in Exil, which would enliven each movement to fulfill its own prospects.