Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

"Are you serious about magic?"

Mountain roads with cool early morning air. The successor (Tsugutsu), breathing fresh air into his lungs as he ascended the stairs loaded with coarse stones of his eyes, blurred with the momentum to spit out.

Last night, as yesterday, he was the heir to meditation aiming to acquire [magic sensing] until the unknown, but the result was still, as yesterday, not to sense the presence of magic.

Honestly, I still hadn't even grabbed the hang of it, and now I was just shredding my sleep to the pupils. It would also make me want to blur.

Depressed moods and drowsiness do not wash you away, even if you breathe in the sober air in the morning.

Still, however, his successor, who progresses with potpouts, had arrived in front of the dungeon today.

"-... yet, or"

I came first yesterday and waited in front of the entrance to the dungeon, Lourier, but today didn't seem to be here yet.

Early in the morning, we have an out-of-the-box rendezvous, so there will be no choice but to slack some time coming to each other.

I'd really like to set an exact time to meet you, but my heir has yet to see anything clockwise in this world.

As far as he knows, the only way to ascertain time in this world is the sound of a bell that the Episcopal Church is ringing.

Sunrise, noon, sunset. Only a clear tone that resonated three times a day was the only one that informed me of time.

I wish they had brought watches from Earth, but on second thought, it's hard to think of this world as the same 24 hours a day as Earth. Though the length of the day doesn't seem so different physically, it would still be unlikely that it would be the perfect time for the Earth's rotational cycle.

Then I can't help but have a sloppy watch every day. It's not entirely useless, but it wouldn't be as much stuff as you'd want aggressively.

I waited awhile thinking that was hard, but Roulier hasn't come yet.

Wouldn't it be something that could kill time because I had no choice? My heir looks over the square, but not one of the dewstores is out yet at this hour.

I don't exactly feel that way thinking about even practicing [magic sensing] here.

So, I was looking further at what to do, and one tree caught his eye. This square is surrounded by trees, of which it grows closest from the entrance to the dungeon.

As his heir walked over to the tree, he essentially pulled out a knife on his hips and threw it at the tree.

The knife struck the tree with momentum, but did not stab it in the trunk, it made a crisp, dull noise and was bounced, falling straight to the ground with potpourri.

"... uh-huh. I knew it was a mess."

The throwing knife doesn't stab unless it throws well so that the blade part hits it properly. To get that hang of it, you'll need practice.

Yesterday's hunt is just a good opportunity because I couldn't make the most of the throwing knife.

SSS

Throw the knife three times and walk over to the tree to pick it up, away and throw the knife again.

Keep quietly doing just that, and how much time has passed.

If you throw three knives, one goes together when you're starting to stand up well.

The time was not so much early in the morning anymore. In fact, I can confirm that the potpouts and the growing number of people dive into the dungeon with one bucket of hands.

The heir sideways, pulling through a knife stabbed in the trunk of a tree.

"You're too late."

And blurred.

Could it be... No, it doesn't have to be. This is...

"... a sleeper"

The heir, ah, and one sigh, turned to the slave quarters where Lourier was staying.

He watched there silently for a while, but another sigh, as he noticed, scratched his head and walked out toward the slave quarters.

Old wooden school buildings - buildings that are not as huge, but somewhere similar to it.

When his heir stepped inside of it, there was something like a reception right next to him when he came in.

"... this is a slave-only dormitory, right?

A woman, about forty years old, who was at the reception desk, called out with a ghoulish face when she noticed her successor coming in.

He would be from the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce because he wears the same vest as those who buy magic ore.

"Oh, I know. There's a girl here named Roulier, right? I'm sorry, but can you take care of it?"

"... what can I do for our slaves?

"Yesterday, that kid forgot something in the dungeon. To deliver it."

To the woman's question, which she asks in surprise, the heir arranges a proper lie.

Exactly, I can't say we're going monster hunting together now.

"Then I'll keep it here."

"... uh. I don't doubt it, but I don't think I gave it back to you unless I gave it to you myself."

The official woman peeked at the colour, which seemed unpleasant for a moment to her appearance, but turned it off so that she could immediately regain her mind and ran her eyes to something like the roster, "Okay," she said.

However,

"- And... you weren't staying yesterday"

"What?"

"So she didn't stay here yesterday"

"... it's Lourier, huh? of sheep's children."

That's not true, the heir confirms again,

"Of course I know. But her name isn't on the lodging list. Probably made less money, so you stayed outside sleeping without spending enough on accommodation? Sometimes."

(- I didn't make enough money to pay for accommodation?

That can't be right. Sure, I haven't given yesterday's earnings to Lourier yet, but it is still confirmed that she has it at her disposal and can pay about enough for the inn.

"... the price of the night here was three silver coins, right?

"This is a slave-only residence."

A woman answers instantly, but I know that.

The heir stares at her as irritated and prompts her to answer.

"... yes, it's three silver coins"

That's definitely the price as Roulier said.

If so, you should be able to pay for your accommodation without any problems. I checked yesterday. I can't afford to pay for the accommodation of nine silver coins and three silver coins.

"... you're not really staying, are you?

"I'm not staying. I'm sure he's sleeping somewhere in the square. Look outside."

I tell my successor to make an explicitly annoying look and get out of the way.

If you don't have a rulier without telling me, I don't need it. The heir left the slave quarters behind.

(What do you mean? Why aren't you staying?

Confused, the heir looks around the square.

Maybe she slept outside for a reason, just like the official lady said.

For example, I dropped money. It's not an impossible story.

But... he's not here.

In the shadow of every building, in the back, there is no Lourier.

Sure, there were four debt slaves sleeping outside, but they were all men.

"What's going on..."

I can't find it whether I look for it or not.

Gradually, among the heirs, an indescribable unpleasant hunch is solicited with impatience.

To divert attention from such a hunch, he goes around every corner of the square and also runs his eyes among the trees surrounding the square. And finally, after a few weeks in the square, the heirs were finally convinced that there was no longer a place they were looking for.

(no lourier here)

First, why? question. Where to next? The question. The question manages to rule a confusing head, and the heir circles the thought.

Simply put, not being in this square means being somewhere else. And when you want to move from the square in front of the dungeon to another place, there are only two big options.

One is going down the stairs at the edge of the square to the city.

After breaking up with his successor yesterday, Lourier also went down to the city, where the sun went down and he couldn't go back. I don't know why she's going down to the city, but it's not an unthinkable story.

In that case, it would mean that she went wild without even taking the inn because she is a debt slave, but as you can see from the fact that there are people in this square who are also in the wild, just because she slept outside doesn't mean she will freeze to death. He said he put it to bed. If his body was as small as Roulier's, he'd be able to hide and sleep anywhere.

What's more, Roulier is familiar with the geography of the city enough to guide his heirs to the Adventurer's Guild. It's hard to even think about her getting lost in the city.

I mean, it's unlikely that something happened to Roulier down in the city. Then nothing. She's supposed to show up, but reality hasn't.

That means it's unlikely that Roulier went down to the city in itself.

(- Then the other one...)

The heir slips his gaze towards the direction of the city one hundred and eighty degrees.

At the end of the line of sight, a hundred-step less staircase with a width of nearly five metres.

The entrance that invites monsters to the dangerous zone where they travel.

The only other option is here - the dungeon.

(Didn't you leave while diving into the dungeon?............... since yesterday?

The moment I get to that idea, a chill runs on the spine of my heir.

Though silly - the heir was rushing out to the dungeon.

Don't go hunting monsters by yourself. Yesterday, his successor said so, and Rulier agreed. You made a good promise. And yet she's gone by herself? But would she imitate breaking it from the promised end? I'll ask myself, but my heir can't have the image of Lourier breaking a promise.

Yet - I can't wipe a bad feeling. On the contrary, it keeps swelling.

"... Ha, ha, ha"

Magic Ore Mining Hall Hall. I'm used to seeing it. When I got there, my heir's breath was up.

Breathe with your shoulders and look around the hall. Isn't it true that Sleeping Roulier is mining for some mistake? That's right. Bring your gaze around with pale expectations.

(- None. Not present. Not present)

But again, he's not here. There are no rouliers in this hall either.

Still, I couldn't give up, and when my successor was running his gaze at me with the thought of a gaze - one man and Bacilli and I met each other.

A man around thirty, nothing, even looks like a regular miner.

The man became eye-to-eye with his heir and strayed from his gaze blatantly, but still quickly drew a glimpse of the flickering and exploring to his heir.

What? And the heir gazes at the man in surprise.

Name: Temsus

Occupation: Owned by Debt Slave 'Laseheima'

Like Lourier, he looks like a debt slave to Laseheima.

Then you might know about her face.

"Hey, you. Do you have a minute? Didn't you see any sheep girls around here? It's named Rourier, and I'm a slave to the same Laseheima as you."

When his heir asked him that, the man looked away at first casually.

Feeling something unpleasant about the reaction, the heir stuffs up to the man.

"Hey, you know something?

"... yes, no, that,... if that girl, she was in Danaroot yesterday..."

I didn't even anticipate it - but the worst name ever came up gives the heir a flash of blood on her head.

"Dana Lutto? What the fuck is that guy!? What's wrong with Lourier?

"... Yesterday, those kids rubbed it with the Dana Routes, and so... they took me to the back of the dungeon"

That being said, the man turned to the back of the hall - a chilling eye on the passage that stretched to the five branches.

"Take me...? They took me, so what...?

"And I don't know. After a while, only Danaroot and the others came back, and that kid never came back."

"No kidding!!

The heir grabbed the man's chest barn up rampantly.

"When! When is that! I haven't been back since!!

Hate boils over this man who overlooks such a scene and talks about it now, even if he knows it's an eight-win.

"Gu, Ki, yesterday... in the evening or so, and then I don't know"

Yesterday evening - more than half a day ago. I haven't been back for more than half a day. From behind the dungeon where the monster spreads.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me if you look scared like that. Well, it's mostly you, isn't it? I was rubbing with Dana Route the other day. No tags. I don't know where that tag is, but I didn't let him out, so whatever happened to that kid, it would be your fault."

The moment I heard the word, my successor pulled strength out of the hand that grabbed the chest barn - no, I lost strength.

"............... my fault?

"Oh, yeah. I knew you weren't tagged then."

The heir shakes his head immediately, although he is about to be confused. Not if you are driven by self-blame. Now I have to rush to Rulier's as soon as possible.

As the heir turned her heel back from in front of the man, she ran out towards a single passage extending from the hall.

At the end of that passage, where Roulier was taken, there are five branches, intricately built, but the fruit of it is a trail that leads nowhere.

If she hasn't been taken back, she's definitely still ahead of us.

Run down the aisle, run, run, the moment you see a branch,

"L'Uglieuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

The heir screamed as much as she wanted.

Screams echo on the cave walls, clinging, and voices stretch behind the dungeon.

And in anticipation of a reply to that voice, the heir cleared her ears as she desperately pressed her rough breath to death.

but the only thing that came back after my voice stretched, faded and disappeared was silence so painful in my ear.

The heir screamed his partner's name out of power again - but it still doesn't change the outcome.

He didn't think about it anymore.

As he explored his butt pockets and zapped his eyes through the folded map that was there, he jumped into the aisle at the left end of the five branches.

Seeking to look like a little partner...

Meanwhile, in the mining hall...... a man who gave his successor information about Roulier nearly followed the dungeon with a chuckle.