Sevens

Arriving where the adventurers had lost sight of us, we looked around as we got out of the carriage.

When it becomes a secluded place in Darion, it becomes where the forest is occurring.

Seems like he once tried to entertain a pioneering village, but he ended up failing to be attacked by demons.

The forest where the demons lived, strangely, cannot be burned down.

Even if we cut them down, the trees will soon grow.

For this reason, the speed at which the forest spread was also absurd.

Isn't that the cause of this in the demons? Many scholars say that.

Demons dwell, forests absorb magic and grow suddenly -.

From what I manage, it would be a really troublesome forest.

But here the first and second generations disagreed.

The first generation said...

"Don't sell a lot of wood if you even make it here in the village!

And the second generation...

"You can make money out of forestry. No... I couldn't do it when I was after someone cut through the woods like the demon had lived in '

It's the opinion of a really powerful generation.

We can also say that we solved the sprawling and troubling forest in one generation. Well, the second generation laments that the source of income has decreased because of it.

We dropped off our bags, and we're headed for a perimeter investigation.

One of your men will take care of the baggage, and the rest will split up with the four of us and Mr. Rondo to escort the baggage and investigate the surroundings.

Mr. Zelfie will give us instructions.

"I don't know where the demons are. If anything happens, run away and make your way to the place I taught you before. Then, some of them are alive, so you can prepare allowances and eat right away."

The man of your lord was accustomed or snorted.

The talent supporting these parties is a less popular but fairly important position.

Typically, there is at least one person for a six-man party.

It is said that it would be desirable to have the support of the two if possible.

When that becomes a mercenary, support...... more backward support personnel.

It was taken for granted that there was more backward support than mercenaries fighting on the front lines.

"I think we can put in some support."

When Mr. Rondo said so, Mr. Ralph shook his head to the side.

"You hire support for a threesome? It's gonna be less fruitful. When there's at least four or five of us, it feels like we can put one in."

Mr. Zelfie pays attention to both of you.

"Don't get distracted. First check the surrounding conditions. The lookout is also replaced by a serial one. If there's an unexpected in itself, we think and act. Like?"

You can't save someone's life even though you can't protect your own.

I feel like Mr. Zelfie was the first to say it.

I sent my gaze to Nowem and Aria.

"Are you tired?

Nowem shakes his neck to the side, but Aria has a blue face.

Maybe I'm tired of the wagon shake.

The second generation will give me advice.

"Give Aria a break. He won't like it in person, but he's convinced to take a break and then keep an eye on him. Properly, if someone says they can't rest next time, they'll be convinced. '

It is Aria now who is too tense and empty.

I decided to convince Aria once I grabbed the treasure ball.

But before that, the third generation gives its opinion.

'Oops, you ask for the leader's instructions first, Lyell. Mr. Zelfie is the leader of this party now. "

Sure it is.

I thought so. I see Mr. Zelfie. I looked at Aria and looked worried.

(If you were so worried, you should have kept it yourself)

I propose to Mr. Zelfie.

"Mr. Zelfie, would you like Aria to rest? Keep it up and you'll be late for a break"

"Hey, hey!

Aria, voicing uncomfortable, tried to clog me. But Nowem stops Aria with his cane.

"It's up to Mr. Zelfie to decide."

"So, but"

To Aria, who is about to regret it, Mr. Zelfie says.

"Surely if you're not resting now, you'll have a tough shift of watches... give Aria a break. Don't think I'm making it easier. When the time comes, I want you to keep an eye on me. Until then, rest so you can work."

Mr Zelfie's gaze seemed to say that objections would not be tolerated.

Aria is also reluctantly convinced.

(You must think you've been removed because you're weak)

The second generation is cold on Aria.

'There's no point in comforting you at times like this. Find a reason in yourself and embrace it. You're a real pain in the ass.'

The weaker than usual first generation echoed that opinion.

'I'm still young, so I don't know what else to do! Look at him in the long run!

The first generation blatantly flaunts Aria, but let me tell you...

(... I'm one age younger than Aria)

Some parts were unconvincing.

When adventurers crusaded demons, it was still common to go into the woods in an attempt to increase efficiency.

When you say enter, wait near the entrance.

Get ready to play a role like me, attract it, and slap it in a group.

We will be able to fight in a wide area and to fight efficiently waiting for the demons we have attracted.

However, if you are not good at your role, you will have a victim.

Heading into the woods, we looked for the missing adventurers' footsteps.

Near the woods there are signs of a visit using a carriage.

There were also traces of fireworks, and only carriages without horses were left unattended.

I'll use my skills to see what's going on around here.

(... no demons, but no one here)

Checking in the carriage from afar, there were signs of vandalism.

"There seems to be no demon."

When I say that, Mr. Zelfie has taken my face seriously.

"What is it?

"No, I was hoping maybe, but does Lyell have skills? That's a support system too."

In the bandits' crusade, I was acting separately from Mr. Zelfie.

This was the first time I showed that I used my skills. Even though I didn't declare it when I used it.

For the second generation to say.

'That was obvious. Well, it doesn't turn out to hurt or itch. Stay positive here. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. "

That's what I snorted at Mr. Zelfie for.

"It's certainly a support system skill. It's convenient."

Nowem glanced at me and wondered what he thought, but he was on perimeter alert.

Mr. Zelfie just groaned, "Really?"

"Then it's an investigation into the carriage. Or there's blood on the ground."

When the three of us walked closer, there were traces of blood left there.

Nowem.

"Is it a thief? Something about being raided here."

As Mr. Zelfie approaches and sits up, he shakes his neck to the side.

"No. Because there's really nothing around here. Especially when demons are nearby and it's hard to live there. I can't tell you how much blood has gone on... but apparently you attacked a horse."

Nearby there were bones and such rolling.

The Alliance has received reports that only a mentor man has died.

I don't know if he was dead by the time we got there, but he might have escaped.

Just look around, Mr. Zelfie.

"There's no sign of a dispute. And in the carriage... it's a terrible way to get roughed up."

The barrels and crates that were inside had been destroyed. I think I brought out the contents.

Destroying these without keys or anything else and retrieving the contents is less likely to be a thief.

Besides, I leave the demonic material alone.

A thief would think of taking them and selling them off somewhere.

We'd rather make the horses our own than kill them, too, and above all we take every carriage of carriage.

"If you're not one of them, the best thing you can think of is a demon."

We were looking around to see if there was anything left.

But there's no way we're gonna find anything.

"We were sleeping around here, getting close to the woods and fighting over and over, he said. But when this happens, it feels more like a carriage was attacked later than there was a battle here."

Based on her experience, Mr. Zelfie will check the situation.

It was just a prediction.

There is no denying that a stupid bandit could have done this.

Nowem will confirm with Mr. Zelfie in the future.

"What will you do now? Do you want to go back, or do you want to stretch your legs towards the woods?

Mr. Zelfie thought, checking the height of the day.

"Shall we go near the woods now? But only after tomorrow."

We'll check the woods from afar, and we'll be right behind you.

But in the end, from a distance, there was no change in the forest.

Mr. Zelfie seems to have been here a lot, but he says he hasn't changed much from before.

I just feel it was spreading more than it was a while ago, he said.

When I checked the woods with my skills, I noticed something strange.

And the second generation...

"Lyell, let me tell you... the labyrinth is born,"

Night.

Back at the camp, I was off till watch shift time when I finished eating.

Around, Mr. Rondo and Mr. Rachel lie down and sleep.

Basically, I don't ask adventurers much about sex.

Or there aren't that many parties where we can have two tents in camp locations to separate men and women.

That's what you'd do if you had money, but the runaways and the poor adventurers sleep in the same tent regardless of sex.

(You're new to camping)

I've never done anything to get far and defeat a demon before.

Most likely because they still thought they lacked the strength.

Then I heard the first generation.

"Lyell, listen to me as I am. Sleeping next door is an adventurer. If you speak up, you might wake up."

The third generation told me about this one.

"It's not uncommon for a labyrinth to occur in the woods. Rather, that's common. Forests, caves, mansions and fortifications that nobody lives in, they build up magic and become a labyrinth."

In this case, we thought the forest entrance had become labyrinthine.

Because when I peered through the woods with my skills, I could see what looked like a passage there.

Not long after it occurs, the labyrinth is not even deep.

There was a place close to 10% that housed a treasure called 'Between the Deepest'.

It is the opinion of your ancestors that there would be no doubt there because there was the largest room.

Mr Zelfie seemed to agree, and seemed to think that he had lost his way into the labyrinth or had trouble.

The sixth generation...

'My skills don't make sense unless I get close. In Lyell today, you won't even find enemy allies from outside the labyrinth'

I checked from the outside, but I can tell it's thin inside.

It felt like it had been scratched, and I couldn't feel the clarity.

And the fifth generation...

'My skills are the same. It's the limit from the outside. But to Lyell right now, So, in our opinion,

The end is, as usual, the fourth generation.

'They definitely suck at what the first generation says. That's enough to take down a veteran adventurer too... I admit I'm going in there, but I'd rather not go in between the deepest'

Hearing that, I grabbed the treasure ball.

Morning.

We thought the labyrinth was suspicious, and we asked Mr. Ralph to escort you.

I, Mr. Zelfie, Nowem, Aria, Mr. Rondo and Mr. Rachel, were supposed to go inside the labyrinth.

Once we're escorted, we can't rescue the adventurers who can't move inside.

Besides, I have to take Nowem, who specializes in therapeutic magic.

Nowem can be relied on if some injured people are unable to move.

As a result, Mr. Ralph, who also had strength, was chosen as the voicemail.

The person seemed to regret it, but Mr. Zelfie was pressing for precautions to return immediately if he did not return in time because there was no other way.

Stepping inside the labyrinth, it was different from a normal forest.

In addition to the passage made of trees, it is truly a maze.

Unnaturally lined trees and wide passages...

Above all, I thought the air I felt heavy was hard to breathe. Breathing is fine, but it's painful.

Mr. Rondo, who saw me, slaps me on the shoulder.

"Get your breath ready. You're tired of breathing so much. It's my second time too, but I'll get used to it soon, so it's okay."

I snort and breathe.

And skills were used.

Full over.

Map.

Search.

First generation, and fifth and sixth generation skills are used simultaneously.

I was forced to use my fifth and sixth generation skills.

Doing so makes me feel clearer than when I saw it outside.

When a detailed map of the labyrinth came to mind, I sensed where the demons were and where the adventurers were.

(I think I'll make it, but the combination of fifth and sixth generation skills is cowardly enough)

Mr. Rachel, with his cane, casts a spell.

Then the surroundings became brighter.

"I'm sorry, but I need a break in two hours. Nowem, can you take turns along the way? Just about enough."

"Yes."

Wizards with canes were taking confirmation from each other as to who would illuminate the perimeter.

Nowem needs to be treated, but I'm guessing Mr. Rachel won't be able to continue his magic without pinching a break either.

I tell Mr. Zelfie.

"Keep straight, turn left at the end of the line"

Hearing that, Mr. Zelfie put his hand on his chin.

"Is that a skill force, too?

"Yes."

When I answered confidently, Mr. Zelfie nodded and stepped forward.

"Rondo has avant-garde with me. Lyle, give me the instructions at the back. And then the wizards are protected by Lyell."

I don't seem to fight in the avant-garde.

"Okay."

That being said, I'm convinced the second generation as well.

'Skills use magic. You're going to keep it warm. I mean, there's no problem here as directed by the humans I'm used to. Lyell, use your skills to see what's going on around here. We don't try to speak, either. "

That would mean a hell of a situation if your ancestors spoke up.

When I gave the instructions as they were, I made the choice of doing it over where the demons were wandering, and proceeded through the labyrinth with a policy of defeating only groups that were likely to get in the way when I retreated.

This one is quite advantageous to say that the opponent's position can be confirmed.

That's how he went to the back and went for the room where the adventurers were.

(You're still alive to say there's a reaction)

Avoid being attacked from behind and fight on slightly advantageous terms.

That's how I realized it was Mr. Zelfie and Mr. Rondo's strength.

Mr. Zelfie, who fights while using magic, hits him with a shield. Poke with a sword. Magically blow it up, fight it in many ways.

"Blow it up! [Fireshot]"

When you shake the shield off to the side, a small flaming bullet is shot out of it simultaneously.

Each shot has less attack power, but it's like magic attacking on the surface, not the dots.

(Is that an enhanced version of Fire Barrett? Proprietary magic might be a skill.)

The skills of the rear guard system include magic as a skill.

I hear that the magic consumption and power are different, but I didn't think Mr. Zelfie could use that.

Nowem says.

"That's amazing, Mr. Zelfie. Is it your own magic?

With that said, Mr. Zelfie replied as illuminated.

"It's the magic that's come to my mind now. Skills that just firevalet has reshaped. It's terrible, but it's user-friendly."

Apparently, he sublimated until he became a skill.

"You could have used magic. He said things he couldn't use before."

If I say so, Mr. Zelfie will take the sword.

"The only thing I can use is my current skills and firevalet. It's the only way I can use magic. I can't tell you how embarrassed I am."

You would say that even though you can only use one or two magic, a wizard cannot be named.

Aria was surprised.

"Have you been able to use it since you were at the Mansion? Then even the commissioner..."

With that said, Mr. Zelfie had a bitter laugh.

"Since I became an adventurer. Besides, I don't really admire chatting in this place. Talking about an individual's past."

Mr. Rondo was nodding.

Likewise, Mr. Rondo is amazing.

I only have a sword, but its swordsmanship is amazing.

Aria was looking at Mr. Rondo's sword.

"Is that a magic tool?

That's what they said, and Mr. Rondo was nodding. After the battle, during a short break to prepare your breath while keeping your perimeter alert.

Sometimes we have these conversations.

Instead, me and Nowem will be on perimeter alert. As far as Nowem was concerned, he was magically illuminating his surroundings instead of Mr. Rachel.

"It's a family heirloom, and it's my partner. I have three skills, so I can get all the results I want. But don't say too much."

When Mr. Rondo winked at Aria and said so, Mr. Rachel slapped Mr. Rondo's tibia with a cane.

"Ouch!

"She's right in front of you, but you don't nag her. Look, the break's over. Nowem, I'll take turns. Thanks."

"No."

Rachel was thanking Nowem for being able to take a smile break after staring at Mr. Rondo.

Nowem is laughing bitterly too.

Mr. Zelfie came to me.

"Well, how much longer?

I used my skills to locate the room.

The demons in the way are going to defeat them and run away without fighting.

Between the deepest, the big reaction is motionless.

And it looked like he was protecting the treasure in that room.

"If you turn around there, it's already the room of interest."

pointing to the entrance visible from the aisle, I confirmed that I had arrived in a room with five reactions.

"All right, let's hurry."

Mr. Zelfie heads to his room early.

We stuck it in the room, and we identified five people who were down in the back.

They're all covered in blood, but there's still breath.

However, it seemed rather debilitating.

"He's alive! He's still alive!

Rachel, who is happy to raise her voice, lights up as soon as she approaches the five.

One of the five men opened his eyes to see if he'd noticed us.

"Hey, what happened?"

When Mr. Rondo rushes over, he hands the water bottle and slowly, letting the man with the open eyes swallow him.

When I approached the five of them, I confirmed my injuries.

"A lot of bruises. You have broken bones."

With that said, Nowem magically begins the treatment.

Injuries and the like healed, but the debilitated five seemed unable to get up.

You're relieved to drink water, worn out adventurer opens his mouth.

"Oh, because of us, the mentor..."

Listen to that, Mr. Zelfie approaches. It seemed like I was trying not to miss hearing it.

"The demons around here have got opponents, so... I want to go in the back, and they say no. We want to be alone soon."

To the crying adventurer, Mr. Zelfie struck his tongue.

"That idiot... hey, what an enemy he was"

Mr. Zelfie, who seems to regret it, was about to hear more about the demon.

"It's an oak. It was green... but he had a big stick."

He's a tough opponent for a run out, but if there's a number, there's nothing you can't take down.

If you try to be the boss in the deepest part of the small labyrinth, it was normal for you.

But Mr. Zelfie seemed unconvinced.

"You're just saying that the orc hit that bastard! You guys, I want the treasure and I want that bastard--"

"Chi, no. It was just an oak, but we had no hands, no legs... and when you came to help me, I was already worn out... so I said run away first."

An adventurer who talks in tears, but with few of those tears.

He seemed to manage to stay conscious.

Nowem tells Mr. Zelfie that the treatment is over.

"We've finished treating everyone. But I don't care until I'm physically fit."

When Mr. Zelfie stood up, he tried to make a retreat with everyone in charge. But we realized that the surroundings were nearby.

Aria says.

"Can't you hear anything? And vibrate."

Then Mr. Rondo pulled out his sword.

"... you're getting closer"

Then I heard the first generation shouting from the treasure ball.

"Lyell! Check the perimeter immediately! Then... the big guy's coming. '

Hurry up and activate your skills and I'll open my eyes.

Nowem noticed me like that and called out. At the same time, I'm putting up a wand to see if I felt anything.

"Master Lyell?

When I breathed, I pulled out the sabel.

"... come. The boss in the back has come this far."

There was no demonic response on the map that was supposed to be in the deepest part of it. And the boss's reaction is getting closer and closer this way.

Besides...

"Fast"

When I shrugged, Mr. Zelfie pulled out his sword, too.

"I've never heard the boss leave the room! Shit, all of you! If it's just an oak when I say boss."

A worn out adventurer screamed to block Mr. Zelfie's voice.

"He's not normal! Our attack didn't make any sense! And because of that... he's definitely not a regular orc!

Everyone was surprised by the screams of a worn out adventurer.

The attack didn't go through.

That's what I'm saying.

"What the hell is going on!

When Mr. Rachel screams, the entrance to the room blows up and a whole demon shows up.

I shrugged when I saw the demon.

"I've never seen an oak before... but it's bigger than I thought and it's not red?

I don't think I can help but say so.

Thick hands and feet on green skin. I had the image of an oak equipped only with a hipster, but the oak in front of me had red skin.

It's not just the waistcloth. It looks like bristles are growing on your arms and wrapped around your fur.

My hair was stretched out enough to cover my back.

The fangs stretched from under the chin are sharp and the nose is rough.

"Dude, I don't look like a normal oak at all"

Mr. Rondo says in a mild tone, but his voice was clearly nervous.

Aria doesn't seem to have a voice.

Mr. Zelfie will be out front shortly.

And I saw the weapon the red oak had.

It looks like an orc has just a sword, but if a human had it, it would definitely be a category called the Great Sword.

Mr. Zelfie stares at the target.

"You took that bastard's stuff? Nice work... he owed me something and I had a reason to be extravagant. I'm gonna take you down and turn you around."

I only grabbed the treasure ball once.

Sometimes the opponent's power can't be defeated if it's just appearance. I feel that.

But I felt something creepy.

Not as much as Ceres, but that's the different feeling that has something...

The second generation will tell me the answer.

"I defeated the adventurer and grew up." Besides, it's 'skilled'. Totally... I hate the idea of the first generation. "

The seventh generation has advised me.

"Lyell, think about retreating too. Cut off the five who can't run when they have to, and act on the other living members as a top priority. '

Correct.

Very right opinion.

I turned my gaze to the five adventurers who were falling behind.

(If you leave them, these five will surely be killed. Besides, can you get away with it?

If you use your skills, I'm sure you'll get away with it.

I get it. I get it, but I didn't want to choose that option.

Seventh generation says.

"Lyell, be ruthless sometimes. Otherwise, we will lose more '

They found me troubled.

When I lean down, the first generation laughs.

"Gahahaha, you guys look too sweet at Lyell"

(First generation?)

When I was wondering, the first generation gave me instructions.

"Isn't it time for your (second generation) skills?"

When the first generation said to the second generation, he heard a tongue-beating voice.

I hear that the second generation of skills makes sense for the first time because there are others.

'... you're too soon. I just wanted to wait a little longer for Lyell to grow up. "

When I was confused, the fifth generation broke in.

'That's fine, but check the perimeter. Such an irregular exists. I wonder how it moves around.'

When I was told to check the map, a red light point was coming this way.

"Mr. Zelfie, the demons are gathering more and more"

That said, everyone responds.

You thought my skills were a support system, gathering accurate information around me.

"You just say things you don't like. Why don't you give me a little bit of happy information?"

I don't know how to react to Mr. Zelfie's voice like a shudder.

The second generation is my pace.

"Now, what's my skill?"

From me, I didn't think they would tell me to use my skills in the bump production.

I didn't think they would tell me to use it without practicing at all.

The first generation says to the seventh generation.

"You can't run anymore."

"Come on, Lyell, survive at all costs. Second generation skills make it possible."

(No, even if they say that -)

That's what I think, information on my skills poured in from the treasure ball.

(This skill is -)

As I leaned down and bonked, Mr. Zelfie called out.

"Hold on, Lyell! Don't show any motivation here. What are you gonna do! I thought you said you'd join us yourself!

Then the oak in front of me also raises its roar.

I leaned down, I looked up.

It was Nowem who noticed the change.

"Master Lyell?

"... it certainly doesn't make sense to have just one. But you wanted to know sooner."

I slowly turned my sabel to the oak.