Muimui-tan

- One...

Look indoors sideways at the shattered white plate. The same passage continues on the front facing the earlier passage. I guess that's the right route there. I don't know, really, it's the main road.

On the wall side is a bookshelf, and the back cover of the book lined up is written in my illegible letters. I would have read it if I had the ability to understand a different language, I regret it.

I don't know what I thought. Model 14 approached the bookshelf and took a book as it was. At that moment, the book in the hands of Type 14 disappeared powdered as if the time had suddenly moved. Weathered?

"I assume it's been over a thousand years"

A thousand years! I don't suppose Mr. Fourteen is saying the right thing again. A thousand years is a great number of days.

"We have to hurry."

Are you satisfied with ascertaining your age? Type 14 walks out. Really, I'm not sure what type 14 does.

A spiral staircase just appeared as we proceeded down the aisle. Could it go on monotonously like this? Proceed to the outer peripheral side of the tower, down the spiral stairs, through the central part of the aisle, down the spiral stairs again... Wow, if you were walking on your own feet, don't be shy.

"Nah."

A feather cat rang. Right, you think so, too? I thought, "The Wall of the World," but the monotony is spiritual.

Do you want to proceed?

A white cloth appeared as soon as I descended the spiral staircase. Not again. Well, I know it's a blow in Iceland, to this extent, it's an easy win.

- [Iceland] -

A spear of ice pointy as a branch of a tree born out of my hand pierces a white cloth. The white cloth left a mysterious scream and misty. Yes, easy win.

Further down the spiral stairs, two white cloths drifted this time.

- [Iceland] -

Ice spears pierce the white cloth. Come on.

- [Iceland] -

The other white cloth was also pierced by ice spears and lightly misted. Yes, yes, easy win.

Two white cloths were knocked down in easy victory, and as they were descending the spiral stairs, the lights went out. Oh, did the magic effect of the lights expire?

- [Lights] -

A sphere of light floats over my head. Now the lights are fine. Even so, you're spending a lot of time in this labyrinth already telling me that the lights will not work. It's just down the spiral stairs, but it's fine, it's tight.

As I silently continued down the spiral stairs, three white cloths drifted this time around. Not again!

- [Iceland] -

- [Iceland] -

- [Iceland] -

Three ice spears pierce three white cloths. Yes, at last. Even so, if you were attacked at this pace, it wouldn't have stopped. I don't care how many of my max MPs I have, it's not infinite, and I can't really recover the MP because there's only white ones around here.

Physical attacks are deactivated, magic is the only thing that works, and this one keeps wearing out, so don't get cornered.

I have a lot of max MPs, so I'm on it all at once, but if you're a normal adventurer, you can't go on satisfying yourself without splitting it over and over again.

- Two...

Then again, I silently kept going down the spiral stairs and I could see the metal door. Oh? I was wondering if there was a passageway to the middle part.

"Nha."

The feather cat squeaks. For some reason, the Type 14 that heard it nodded lightly and kicked through the metal door.

The tip where Type 14 kicked was in a wide domed room. There is a shelter-like building in the center from which the bridge stretches in eight directions. The bridge to the shelter is also crossed from where I'm standing now held by Type 14. And beneath that bridge, it seemed dim, not well visible but filled with some liquid.

Master, this is the enemy.

There we are. On the way to the bridge, not too wide, it was there.

An object with a collection of loose white mucus. No way, slime?

"Master, I'm coming!

White mucus flies something. Model 14 and the feather cat cleverly dodge it. Ranged attacks, cowardice!

- [Iceland] -

I produce ice spears and fly them to white mucus. But the white mucus cleverly moves its body and dodges the spear. At a rate that doesn't even catch my eye, it's working.

And type 14 and white mucus moved. Attacks at speeds I can't recognize right now without "super perception" skills. White mucus is reshaping, moving, tentacles stretched, and attacking this way. But they can only be recognized in my eyes, possibly, to the feeling that Type 14 is on a narrow bridge, holding me, and cleverly dodging them all.

It's too fast to fight and I don't know when to use magic. What do we do, what do we do?

If you build ice walls poorly or something and obstruct the behavior of type 14, it's going to be over at that moment, and it's too early to do attack magic...

Type 14 opens its mouth, which was in a way that seemed to avoid not being able to afford it.

"Master, you have no choice. If I give the signal, we attack."

What kind of signal is that? No, no, no, not all of a sudden...

And that's where Type 14 connected the part that hits my outer skin buttocks.

Hakiyu.

- [Iceland] -

I release ice cream. Pierce the white mucus where the born ice spear was imminent to be covered.

- [Ice Coffin] -

Furthermore, they make an ice coffin using it as a starting point and trap the white mucus. White mucus sandwiched, crushed, and turned into a square ice coffin, disappeared intact.

... Type 14, how dare you twist my outer skin. What will you do if you get wounded? Well, I can fix it magically.