Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

Third floor boss - [Queen of Vampires] Carmilla.

She was carrying behind her back four men dressed in aristocratic costumes.

Of course, they [vampires] too.

Not as good as Mr. Haagenti, but extremely good combatants.

"Strength, is it? Hehe, [Demon Sword Brave] Helvor, what exactly do you mean by strength?

"Ah?... Oh, is that you, too? You think I'm the hard-headed one who only recognizes Stegolo?

"No way, if you look at your people, you'll see. You don't deny relying on weapons and tools. That would be why the definition would be blurred. The traction of how far to include it in strength is not clear"

Mr. Hell twists his neck to Carmilla's words.

"Sure, I don't like being dusty. But it's just temperament or character. Don't be funny. Say it. Hey, I'm talking about not being funny."

"You have the standard of subjective strength."

"Oh, this is easy. Even the kid can tell. Once the battle is over, it's better to win."

Adventurer geek I wasn't surprised because I confirmed a similar statement in a past interview article.

But Carmilla's lips opened to a little surprise. Immediately, back to the form of a laugh.

"That premise is interesting. I see. If that is true, then I can also give an answer to the question that often comes up in the debate: 'When someone poisons a strong man, will that person be stronger?' Defeat that pushes the opponent without waiting for the battle to be concluded does not prove strength."

"Oh, so you're accepting everything you guys come up with, aren't you? We attack, we defend. The battle is over. And then, which one wins. I don't care what you did to me. I'll smash it all up and go beat the demon king"

"I'm relieved (,,,,,)"

"What?"

"Shall we begin? Let us suppose that the sin of hunting my subordinate will be redeemed with his life."

Mr. Hell laughs haphazardly at Carmilla's line in the role.

He seemed concerned, but he didn't bother to ask.

"Try it."

"Don't hesitate, then"

Moments later, the Church turned into hell.

"Huh?"

The voice rises from the adventurers. I'm not sure who said it because multiple people made similar voices.

The church is large. Immediately after entering, there is a passage leading to the stone bed, with a red carpet laid on it.

There was another shifting line of stone benches to the left and right of the aisle.

Such a carpet and from the shadow of a chair.

In an instant, countless bloody twigs (,,,,,) stretched and hit the adventurers.

"No, no... what's this amount"

Even Rayce, who is always calm, is keeping his sights open.

He was aggressively attracting Mr. Fran and preventing Tsu by unfolding wind magic like a wall.

But not everyone could handle this.

And surprise doesn't end there.

"This... what"

[Bombarding Artillery] It's Mr. Emeline's voice.

She fights with as many cannons as a big man [gunner].

She tried to fire a shell into a chair that appeared to be the source of Tsu's attack, but the arm of the person supporting the shell... fell apart.

Like removable parts, each cannon falls to the floor.

Carmilla puts her hand on her mouth and says worryingly. Gentle voice color, so illusory as to imagine that you are serious about it.

"Are you all right? Isn't your body brittle? Watch out for a healthy diet...... No, you should be concerned about managing your magic. from (,,,,)"

"Em...... ugh!

"Sorry, lady, I think I made a mistake..."

Mr. Emrine's body was wrapped in a tsu as it was, so much so that the magic particles glowed out of the gap.

Cannons disappear, too.

"Shit! What is this, what is this...!

[Fist fighter] Amalia dodged, played, grabbed, pulled, etc., but fell ill at one moment. The bottom was crumbling from the knee of that leg.

"Meaning..."

I don't know. I guess you tried to say that.

She was wrapped up in a sprawling tsu to hug - exited.

"Lady Ame.... Sister Hell, we missed something serious..."

One of Carmilla's men pierces Mr. [Summoner] Margrette's chest with a piercing hand from the front.

Her current equipment is troublesome. The costume prevents accidental strikes, and the cross suppresses vampire traits.

So from the front, I needed to take it down with dignity.

Her partner, Mr. Bear Sub-Beast Nick, can't get in there to help.

Before anyone else, my body was broken and I was drunk by a tsu.

I won't give you time to let someone else or something summon you.

"Chi...! Mal......!

"The structure of the magic body (avatar) is brittle, probably suck -"

Mr. Margrette also left.

Now the Hellvore party only leaves the leader.

"... don't ask me what the hell I did."

Mr. Helvor is still laughing, but he doesn't have any fun colors there.

Even though I like fighting, no one is happy that their people have been hit.

"Oh, you don't mind explaining, do you? In the first place, you..."

Boom.

The church floor turns up and Mr. Hell disappears.

If I noticed, I was waving my fist out towards Carmilla.

Carmilla also deployed and dealt with the enormous amount of blood in the room as a barrier, but they scratched off to evaporate in an instant. With the impact of the beating, the blood scatters.

"I don't care"

"... Really?"

"Oh, I'll give this back to you."

Mr. Hell threw it on the floor - it was the head of the [vampire] who exited Mr. Margrette.

……

Did you take it on the way to beat Carmilla?

I didn't expect to hunt one [vampire] in a stopover, even though it was too fast to go straight ahead.

If you look down from your neck, your magic organs seem to be crushed, too.

Mr. Hell stomps his head without even looking.

I don't want to play it with this. Magic particles dance. Exit.

"You're the only one who can manipulate this amount, right? I mean, if we hunt you, that's all we can talk about."

"You think someone so easily hunted will be appointed floor boss?

"So it doesn't matter. If I win, I win."

"Don't be so distracted. Though I do feel less hospitality than making it my usual intruder."

"... haha. I'm kidding."

Tsu got tangled up with Mr. Hell. A thorn stabs his body and a tsu eats into his skin.

But she takes a step forward. I won't stop. One step closer to Carmilla again.

"... Are you sure you're human?

I don't know.

Carmilla puts her nails on her own wrist as she increases her vigilance.

The blood flowing out of the torn wrist quickly changed its shape to a sword for the Lord.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very good at hitting each other."

"Whatever you want."

The battle continues.