Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

* Please note that this time, it includes some cruel, grotesque and immoral expressions.

"We're the only two survivors."

Sounds like it.

Immediately next door, Dodo dropped too much of his despair, and he was drooling.

Morau thought it was a time like this that I just wanted one of my thoughtful jokes.

The servants I was counting on died without remaining.

They were originally warriors.

It wasn't just taking care of Morau around him, it was also accompanied by escort duties.

But its forged steel flesh was powerless in rolling giant rocks, pretentious sickles, and spineless hanging ceilings.

One of the miscalculations would have been that we had seen too sweetly the existence of traps strewn around the castle with regard to this attack of "The Voldemonium (Pandemonium)".

"If this happens, it won't be any better than turning back to the wilderness."

"Hmmm......"

Certainly the clown had the utmost say.

There is no other way to survive than to walk away from this building and return to the 'wilderness'.

If you can rendezvous with the Knights and Explorers, who are probably still waiting, you'll see how much trouble it takes to get back to the ground from the dungeon.

But there was one big problem that got there.

"Hey Dodo... can't you hear anything from behind?

Morau lets his index finger accompany his mouth.

The clown was urged and put his hands on both ears.

And he heard the breath of that beast and the horrible roar, and he immediately blues his face to look more wolfish than ever.

"What the hell is that?

"Probably the Grey Wolf."

I guess I smelled the blood leaking from the servants' bodies.

"Eight... No, it looks like there are ten of them."

The Grey Wolf is a giant beast monster.

I didn't have any peculiar means of attack when it came to this, but I have a jaw strong enough to chew it off easily if it's about hard-skinned armor. It's a threat enough for both of us who are powerless.

But what they fear more than anything else is constant hunger.

Instead of being able to digest mightily whatever you eat because of your cursed intestines, you don't know that whatever you eat will be filled.

Therefore, when they find their prey, they follow them with obsession everywhere.

"We'll have to move on than we can go back."

"Oh, what fear... what despair..."

When the clown joins hands that tremble with a mess, he kneels on the spot and looks up to the ceiling.

"Lord, help me"

The Grey Wolves will have flattened their servants by now.

So you shouldn't have to worry about getting attacked for a while.

But after dinner, they move out again.

It catches up quickly with its sense of smell and foot disease.

In order to survive, it is necessary to feed and stop others.

……

When my hands were crouched, it was difficult to prepare.

He folded his umbrella and left it on the floor with the 'Orgol of the Corpse' in his hand.

"Hey, Dodo, just praying doesn't change anything, does it?

I'll try to speak up that way, but the clown still doesn't try to give me a face.

Morau removes his protective dagger from his nose to avoid making as much noise as possible.

The trick to stabbing people to death well is to lay the blade on the side as deep as possible to avoid hitting the ribs.

"Gu......"

Taoism groaned at the discipline, but to the end, both hands together.

And while he grows a dagger pattern on his flank, he collapses on his forehead and completes it as he makes a bloody streak.

"... Well"

Now I have fresh blood and meat.

I hope the Grey Wolf likes this later, but it doesn't seem to be eating because he's a skinny little guy anyway.

You shouldn't expect it.

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"Hissing," the rat whispered.

Morau did this because he was distorted in childhood.

At least that's how I recognize myself.

After my loving mother died of an epidemic disease, my stepmother who came was a horrible person.

He forced Morau to be a 'girl' in order to let his stepbrother, his stepbrother, succeed him.

Dressed, makeup applied, and dragged to do a cute trick.

If you turn away, it's a cage waiting for you.

For Morau, corrected by insane fear and torture-like misery, the frill dress is a costume. Other than that, it's impossible.

Because it falls into hyperventilation.

♪ Lady ♪ ♪ Roses don't look good on you ♪

Morau was always stuck in his room to escape and hide.

There were a lot of friends there and those were all untold dolls.

Well done is war.

It's a killing game, divided between country and country.

He chopped off his neck, ripped his belly with a dagger, circled his eyeballs, and needled the area.

The leaders of the defeated countries awaited execution, hanging them, beheading them, exposing them side by side, and burning them in the fireplace.

"So I'm sure he'll kill you."

The doll was no longer enough, since the time I burned down my stepmother in every mansion.

In front of the burning mansion were dancing mad families and servants, wrapped in fire and screaming.

I still remember the feeling of happiness when I saw them.

"Licked by the cat's husband ♪ Rotten by the dog's husband ♪ Pecked by the pigeon's husband ♪"

At the end of the day, the reason for launching a plan called Expeditionary Army, etc., was also exhausted.

Dominating the dungeon and returning as a hero is just a means to gain a say, even by becoming king.

To start the war by pouring sweet dreams full of honey into the ears of militarists and disobedient aristocrats.

It doesn't matter if it's an invasion or a civil conflict.

Swords, bows, magic, sticks, stones.

Men, women, old men, children, nobles, civilians, slaves.

It doesn't matter if it's an enemy or an ally.

I just wanted as many people to die as possible.

That would have been nice if there had been screams everywhere, lots of fields ravaged, and firehands up many buildings.

"By the way, I'm a treat."

Morau wanted to see that sight again.

That was just the only way to live.

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"... ugh"

I was glad I had my favorite molasses cake (turkish dilute).

Had it not been for it, I would have been in pain by now.

The sweet and soft texture of the mixture of opium has provided me with a pleasant paralysis and just enough room to think objectively about this situation.

I got caught up in several traps within half an hour of that.

He was poisoned by an arrow in his abdomen and slashed on his shoulder by a suddenly moving armor, eating a thousand pieces of left-legged meat by a herd of rats gushing out of a recurring barrel.

It is no longer a half-dead state.

And death was so imminent.

I could see the rough breath of the Grey Wolves approaching without having to mourn their ears. He seeps through the fierceness, saying that it wasn't enough with the sparkling meat.

They were smelling the blood apart and had been tracing exactly how much Morau was going through the branches.

Of course, Morau understood that he couldn't help anymore.

Whether they are caught up and fed by the Grey Wolves, unconscious with blood flowing endlessly from their wounds, or trapped to death.

The question of whether it is too late or too early, there is no escape from the fate of death in any case.

"... Well"

That's why Morau had given up everything.

Stop dragging your legs away and sit on the floor with the wall behind your back and put it on your knees.

There will be no more relying on this than a plea not fulfilled.

That's a little wooden box.

Hand-carved magic lettering is engraved all over the glossy surface where the resin is applied.

Originally discovered by the Seeker as a drop item, Morau took this away and decided to buy an upset from both the Seeker and the Knights.

It's "Orgol the Corpse".

Undisputed. It is one of the cursed grant tools (antiques) described in the Contraindicated Items Catalog (blacklist).

According to the description, inside this box, a certain cursed music is trapped.

There was no clear and explicit indication as to what phenomenon it would cause, but there was no doubt that even those witches would bring untouched disaster to their fears.

The small box is locked and the upper lid won't lift no matter how much force you put into it.

And there is no key hole anywhere on that side.

But Morau knows how to unlock this little box.

"I'd be happy to offer my life to you."

He tells that to the box, stroking it with his right hand full of blood.

The next moment, he was struck by a severe vertigo.

My whole body is sucked up when I realize it.

It's like being sucked into a small box by a vortex.

There is a sound of chili coming from the small box, and the upper lid slowly creases up, and even if it exposes its interior, it tries to squeeze it out.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh"

In the middle of it, they arrived.

A huge herd of beasts - it is a grey wolf.

He shoves his nostrils this way so that they can push each other from high enough to reach the ceiling to shine a sharp glance. And afterwards he spills overflowing saliva upon the beds of the inhabitants, and sprinkles with bloody breath.

But they were too long.

I thought it would bump into me soon, but I'm going to ask you how this is going.

You're going to make sure the person in front of you isn't dangerous before you jump, but then it was too late.

The fate of Morau's death, therefore, can no longer be sufficient.

It was the little doll hiding in the box.

It is the skeleton of a posture with both hands raised high.

And he starts to move as if he were dancing.

At the same time at its feet, a metal cylindrical rotates.

A sparse convex on its surface comes into contact with another metal component - the tooth of the wax.

At that moment, a cool tone was born.

Of course, there's not just one sound.

One after the other, the sound of rain is played from the metal shaft.

And there was not only one set scale, but also a melody was formed because of changes in order, spacing, strength, weakness, length, and so on.

This will surely bring something disastrous.

This will surely make people unhappy.

This will surely create disaster.

And it must create the sight you wanted to see.

Morau had a grin until the time of his death.

He was devoured by the grey wolf, torn flesh, sprinkled with blood, yet immersed in trance as he contemplated the tragic and happy landscape he would visit one day.

"... that's disastrous to the world"

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Even after the user died, the box continued to play music.

And it drives the labyrinth a little crazy, like a delaying poison.

Eventually, no one knew yet that it was the beginning of a tragedy called "Pandemonium".

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Identification Card: "Orgol the Corpse (????

"You,??????????????????????"

This is one of the items on the taboo catalogue (blacklist) compiled by the Nine Sisters who once ruled the labyrinth city.

It's an auto-playing instrument that works with an asthma trick, and I know it is, but it's also unclear who created it for what purpose.

We also don't know exactly what effect this orgol has.

To solve that mystery, it will be necessary to carry out a careful appraisal at its disposal.