Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Can I talk to her for a second?

Not saying he will take it on, Yut asks permission to gather information first.

Mel nodded to Eagle Deep and moved from the couch to the dean's seat to vacate the place. From under the portrait of Vainamarinen, they watch what happens.

"First, sit here. Uh..."

It's Petra Chernov.

I remember the name, but I deliberately bore the word because I wanted to see the reaction.

Acorn and Arcia smiled when they realized Yut's intentions were bad.

"Yut Amaxa. I was on edge and was just coming to ask the dean for a little favor"

"Huh. That's a different name."

Are you blurry, or don't you really know?

While I think the latter would be convenient, Yut starts asking questions.

"I think I was listening, but the dean asked me to correct you. We're going to use each other, so let's work together."

"Aren't you stupid?

Valtrude colours the words too frankly.

"Val."

"... ok"

He pulled me back with that one word, but I don't think it's gonna end like this. Besides, I could feel the swordswallowing atmosphere from Alusia as well.

Honestly, that's more troublesome.

"I'm not interested in evaluating you. However, I can fulfill your hopes by giving a mouthful to the dean. Recognize this. You're not dumb enough to remember, are you?

"Huh. Fine. I'll just listen to you."

How can you grow so arrogant personality? Acorn faces the mystery of another world and cannot hide his surprise.

"Then a few questions. Why do we need to dive into the Hundred Layers Labyrinth?

"I can't talk."

Again, three other people besides Yut tint in response to the lack of bitterness.

Naturally. There's no way a man you love can be flat out fooled by such a little girl.

Keeping it down with just his gaze, Yut engraves in his heart the response 'I can't talk'.

"So, what floor are you looking for?

"... on the 45th floor."

"I see. Instead, shall we dive?

"You can't do that!

He had a reaction that could be described as excessive, shaking aside the side pony ash blonde and rejecting it.

Even the leopards can't hide their surprise looks. But only Yut was calmly observing his opponent.

"Never..."

I guess it's a habit. Petra unconsciously bites her thumbnail, layers it down and denies it.

"Let's change the question. You're a magic knight, aren't you? How many buddies dive in the dungeon? What's the composition?"

"The three of us... There are magicians (wizards) and Fermina god priests (Priests) attending the same college, and Dwarves but bandits (Rogues)."

"Very well."

Yut says with a smile.

"The dean's judgment is utterly flawed. You're the idiot, Petra Chernov."

"What the fuck! You are!"

To too much remark, the exasperated Petra tries to pull out his weapon... recalling that he kept it at the gatekeeper. Instead, I jerk off with a glimmering glance.

"... yuut. I don't know what you want to do, but I'm not going to stand for this any longer"

"I agree"

"Both of you, just chill out... right?

Both Valtroude and Arcia are basically warm, but not as popular as laughing and looking past disrespect.

As a result, a situation had arisen in which acorns turned to suppress them. Mel just looks at this one funny, too.

"Not only strength, but character is not right for the dungeon. You know that, don't you?

"Are you still going to insult me?

"It's a legitimate assessment."

"I am the son of the Chernov family! Spit so much tantrum on me. You must be ready!?"

Perhaps he was patient to bring up his identity.

But that self-control breaks brittle and he sticks his finger at Yut to intimidate him.

"The Chernovs?

But it doesn't make sense to Yut.

I think I heard it somewhere... and I turn my gaze to Dean Mel.

"She, Petra Chernov, is the only daughter of Pabel Chernov, one of the attacking senators with only nine in Folio-Farina. Well, you know, noble ladies in other countries."

(I see. So, is that what happens?

If the hypothesis is being reinforced, Yut turns to Petra.

"I know who you are. But Valtrude, who is here, has been given the countess by the Rotosilt kingdom."

"Liar!

"It's your freedom to think so. Also, I'm planning to be an epic soon... Come on, we're in a state where international problems could arise. What am I gonna do?

"Ugh, lie..."

"It's your freedom to think so."

Petra's poor lips in the mercilessly repeated words of Yut.

More importantly, Valtrude himself is under silent pressure from the former, Alcia - an eyelid woman in a black robe. The strange but attractive woman in the outfit who kept those two under control - the acorn, too, is staring sharply.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Well, I don't care about that."

"Ha!?"

"Do you want me to bring my people to the college courtyard tomorrow at noon? A week... no, three days in luggage, fully armed."

"Duh, what are you doing?"

"It is decided. Let them correct you, chiefly."

"Well, you've gathered well."

The next day, Petra Chernov showed up just in time.

Yut, who waited in front of the ancient black dragon Dargenvelspar, welcomes the four with a smile.

Petra was equipped with her favorite magical silver (miserable) chest armor (breast plate) and carried a long spear with a demonization that sharpened the sharpness.

"Nice to meet you"

Instead of Petra, who mumbles and tries not to say hello, it was the shortcut girl with glasses who lowered her head.

A plain face, but shady and popular from the boys in the class. Such, I have the impression that Acorn is going to agree.

"My name is Nera Chernov. Petra, I'm counting on you to take care of your daughter."

You're the other magician.

"Yes, yesterday, it looks like the lady worked disrespectfully on the Great Mage (Arch Mage), and really, what an apology to make."

"Nella, don't apologize to this guy."

"Lady!"

Despite the same last name, this relationship. Is it a main house and a branch? Yut decides to treat this presumption as a fact because he has no particular interest either.

"That's right, Petra. I know how you feel, but this is the one who lost his respect. In the first place, don't you always say? Stop saying things that provoke you."

Konkon and began preaching to a mid twenties woman who lowered the holy seal of Fermina, the sun god, to her chest.

Not as good as Alcia but stretches her dark hair beautifully around her back, wrapping her cautious limbs in a white robe.

"My name is Mirsche. Later, get to know each other."

"I'm not Degal. Take care of yourself."

"Terrible."

In addition to equipment such as weapons and armor, everyone has a backpack. What Yut said, he was telling it right.

"This is the one who annoys me."

"What does that mean?

"I've been asked to regenerate, but I think it's probably going to be rounded if we get there."

"Yes, my lady, she's really sweet."

"Nera! You don't have to say anything extra!

"So quickly, I want to be able to look at forty-five layers of the Hundred Layers Labyrinth"

At the same time as declaring so, Yut took out the spell and cut off eight of its pages and flew them under the feet of Petra and the others.

"Dimension Move Dimension Travel"

Under the feet of the four, the door of the rainbow dimension opens.

The resistance was swallowed up more than it was before, without even having time to scream.

"Well, shall I go too?"

Top of the central tower. Looking around the dean's office, Yut also jumped into the dimensional door.

Instantaneous disconnection of consciousness.

The next thing I saw was the faces of the suddenly self-defeating Petra's.

"Oh, oh, you! Where are we!

"It's the surface layer of Naruto."

Nara, the dwelling place of the devil.

The wilderness as far as I can see, but covered with something like black metal, the plants that are growing are also like stones. The sun is out but dark and I can remember the illusion as if it were illuminated by darkness.

The wind is cloudy, the air stands still, just breathe and nauseate.

Even so, the surface layer makes no difference to the Brewers.

Anyway, I can live without any spells or enchantment.

"'Cause I'm gonna do a special training here, and in three days, the more Dean Mel will admit, the stronger I'll get."

Yut said so lightly, as if to convey the order.