Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Twenty tiers.

A five-fold hierarchy in which a room exists where the guardian species inhibits the way to go.

Many of the candidates say they will graduate without defeating the guardian species in this hierarchy.

It was a man-shaped demon wearing rotten armor and helmets that showed up in front of us entering the protective species room.

Plus, three bodies.

My height is as taller than one of the tallest in the offensive squad.

The muscle feels like a ham that's going to rip off.

Pulsing blood vessels are doubling the toughness of their appearance.

The corrupt warriors have their swords, axes and spears in their hands, respectively.

All weapons are one-handed.

I had a shield in my other hand.

I can tell from the stand.

Probably a demon with the "technology" of battle.

Mr. Cecily pulls out his double sword.

"Ghoulnite, right - I didn't know this would attract the most troublesome demons of the twenty tiers of protected species again..."

"Any troublesome traits?

"They say the surgical ceremony hardly works on that shield. It's a natural enemy for a candidate who is pursuing an attack based on the attack technique as all attack technique formulas are deactivated. Besides, you're good at handling weapons, and you're good at connecting."

It's a tribute to the struggle.

but

"Ggear aaaaaaaaa!

I was in charge one at a time, and all three of them could be defeated without a scratch.

Mr. Currier says pale as he cares about Livergate's blade.

"The Four Weapon Disaster was a ridiculous monster whose ability to fight made it difficult for it to work until the ceremony. Compared to that one, we can afford it."

Seriously, the sudden event at the beginning seemed to raise the level too high.

If you do an RPG game-like metaphor again, is that the place?

If this is the game, there is no step-by-step flow line or shit.

It's also a good place to lose balance.

"Yeah... Ku, Krohiko..."

A serious dami voice in a beautiful girl.

Mr. Cecily's like a ghost, crying.

"Ah."

White, blue and black rotten meat splashed when Gould Knight was torn apart with two swords.

That was massively attached.

Yes - I was just witnessing the scene where she was supposed to be exposed to rotting flesh because she was appealing to us and her face right after she tore the demon apart.

"Oh yeah... I want to go home now... ku, ku, no..."

Mr. Cecily's elegant points are hitting the bottom.

Meanwhile, Mr. Currier flatly dispenses with the rotten meat on his arms.

"If it's a demon in the ruins, it'll melt away."

The rotten meat is beginning to melt, as the words say.

but I don't think this is very nice on the face of it.

I don't know if the smell will stay, but I'll leave it that way too......

Even if Cecily takes unwanted mental damage.

I decided to wipe my clothes and body when I took the clean cloth out of my backpack.

Fukifuki.

"This, can I look like this?

"I'm sorry, Crohiko... I'm dirty..."

"Don't put it in a weird way"

Mr. Currier flaunts his shoulder.

"Oh man, I didn't know the damage would be greater after I defeated you."

Though Mr. Cecily temporarily suffered some mental distress to the point of breaking up the character, what the twenty tier Ghoulnite battle showed was overwhelming growth in our battle.

"In the first place, Krohiko defeated Goolnite with his backpack in his hand. In other words, there was no problem with the narrow range of motion in the arm."

Oh, speaking of which...

I forgot I left my backpack in charge.

Well, if you have to, there is a curse ban.

The curse itself sucks, it can be activated even if your hands and feet are unavailable.

I think this is a powerful trait.

Breaking through the next 21 tiers, we kicked the demons of each tier as they were, destroying the Guardian Species Orgaload of the twenty-five tiers - reaching the twenty-six tiers.

"Is the trap confirmed from here?

"Ah, Crohiko! The different colored floors..."

"To?"

Kachi.

A creepy light sound.

Is that it?

Feelings, like the floor sank...

"- Hey!?

Pasi, and.

I grabbed the arrow that flew through the horizontal wall hole.

The arrow is stopping in front of my ear.

"Huh, it was dangerous."

I see the hole where the arrows pop up.

"This trap, it looks like it can also be used to build reflex nerves."

"No, no, it's not another trap set up for training purposes..."

Mr. Cecily smiles bitterly, smudging and breathing down.

"Is the trap of the Holy Ruins also a training tool treatment for Crohiko today... Oh, strength no longer comparable to when we met... I miss the old days when we were in a position to be relied upon..."

She was Mr. Cecily immersed in abrupt nostalgia that way, but her activity until she reached the thirty tieth tier was enough.

We ran into more than a dozen traps to the thirty tieth tier.

Half bounced with a force push.

but the other half was released by Mr. Cecily.

It was empty-activated with tree bars and weights, or predicted the existence of traps from prior knowledge.

Some of the traps were pitfalls disguised as floors.

You should be particularly careful with the traps that caused these offensive squads to split up.

It's just that we have ring-shaped demon props right now that give us some idea of where each other is.

Originally used by Mr. Cecily with Mr. Sieg and Mr. Hilgis.

When activated, the light muscles appear to indicate where the other ring wearers are.

However, there are also problems.

This ring will not activate unless saccharin is injected.

So, I can't contrive the sacrament.

That's why I can't charge myself.

I don't have a lot of saccharin savings on the ring.

More than a dozen minutes.

In short, it is necessary to have Mr. Currier or Mr. Cecily injected with saccharin on a regular basis.

So it makes it harder to rendezvous when it's a case of me being left alone.

The rendezvous with Mr. Currier was almost a favor of luck even when the flock of bluegoblins fell into the hissing hole.

That was even one reminder of how the means of communication had developed in the previous world......

Or...

"This... Mr. Dearless' record, it's over, isn't it?

Notice, thirty tiers.

Since the highest-ranking record to date is twenty-nine hierarchies, it will be a calculation that has already updated the record.

According to Cecily, the then Dearless made a decision to turn back before going to the thirty tieth tier.

The difficulty was definitely increasing from twenty-six to twenty-nine hierarchies.

We have encountered Fae several times since the twenty-sixth tier.

From the twenty-sixth to the thirtieth floors, a one-day stay in a small room is sandwiched along the way.

It is a shorter span stay than before.

This was due to the high number of Fae.

With each layer overlapping, the number of occurrences per floor increased.

When the number is counted, the problem of fatigue arises.

The other one comes at me full of energy.

On the other hand, the offensive squad accumulates fatigue every single battle.

Things change when you are pushed by a herd without struggling with each and every one of them.

If even hundreds of demons attack you, the interception difficulty will jump just as well.

Perhaps it was also a factor around here for Mr Diares to turn back.

Besides, at the time, Mr. Diares' offensive squad said he had wounded.

I can also snort the decision to return.

Fighting while sheltering the wounded is difficult when you are a multitude of demonic opponents.

Mr. Currier stood next to Mr. Cecily, who was pocketed.

"What's up?

"Oh, no... I don't know, I don't feel like it..."

Mr. Cecily with an ambiguous grin.

"As you know, my goal until graduation was to cross the twenty-ninth tier when I enrolled in St. Renault's Red School. That's how you get there without as much difficulty as you thought... not so much, do you say you don't really feel"

We stood in the aisle after we kicked the demon.

At the end of the three gaze, there is a door to the protective species room.

Mr. Cecily smiles bitterly.

"I wonder if this is really what I've accomplished on my own,"

"I know you do, but I have a side that looks at reality but therefore takes a ruthless decision"

Mr. Currier puts his hand on the Livergate pattern.

"Especially since this Holy Site attack is an important element in our future...... I would have made a relentless decision to cut it off if I felt it was your luggage in terms of strategy"

Soothe your eyes, Mr. Currier sees Mr. Cecily.

"But I haven't made the decision to cut you off. In short, I feel I need you for this offense - not temper, but realism."

"Currier......"

presence needed not from fellowship, but for offense.

I think what Mr. Cecily needed now was that word.

Well, actually, we're counting on her more than Mr. Cecily thinks.

"Without Mr. Cecily, it would have taken a lot more work and time to prepare."

"But on the battle side, it's not far from the two of us."

Mr. Cecily looks narrow on the shoulder.

Mr. Currier looks stunned.

The perception was miseaten, whereas it felt frightened.

"You're not struggling by the time you get here, are you? Then we could have broken through even if we were dealing with the demons of the hierarchy up to this point. Be more confident, Cecily"

"Heh, I think you two support each other..."

Mr. Cecily is not convinced at all.

From a certain point on, it seems there's something like a draw to us...

"Even if there is a slight difference in your ability to fight, Mr. Cecily's presence will be important in a mass battle. I felt it by the time I got here, but the amount of demons one person is in charge of also changes the level of health drain. Because we can share it, we can take less breaks."

Or, in fact, you're right.

"I told you before... I need Mr. Cecily. I don't care what Cecily thinks."

She has been able to accomplish her purpose less than she could have imagined.

I think that light sensation has degenerated into anxiety.

But Mr. Cecily's growth in terms of combat is remarkable.

Outreach This person may not be aware of his own growth.

When I stood in front of Mr. Cecily in an attempt to relax my feelings, I said jokingly as I tuned around between my left and right clavicles.

"Occasionally I would say that my self-esteem is too low for me, but isn't Mr. Cecily the one who's too low for you ~?

Heh heh heh heh.

"... that?

Much.

"Ahh."

I tried to tunnel around between my left and right clavicles.

"Ku, Krohiko......"

For some reason, I was twitching Mr. Cecily's chest.