Sevens

Aramsarth's labyrinth.

When I arrived in the big room on the fifth basement floor, I decided to gather everyone there to communicate my future policy.

Up to this point, more adventurers had defeated the demons because of Damien's request, so they could arrive without a fight.

After the fifth basement, however, the number of adventurers becomes extremely low.

For that reason, fighting also occurs from here, so I thought I'd talk to you first.

"Now, tell everyone about your upcoming policy"

I'm the leader of the party, and Damien's on guard.

I guess he could protect himself, but when asked if he could direct it, he couldn't do it at all.

I'm not interested in other people.

Such a damian bends the doll in armor and sits on its arm.

It looked as if an adult was putting a doll on his arm.

"Policy? Surely there are no demons here, no other adventurers. I mean, you've come a long way without getting lost so far. The labyrinth regularly switches paths."

The labyrinth slowly changes its structure.

For that reason, even if I was reassured because I knew, I was often lost.

(Thanks to my skills, what is it?)

"Don't worry about that. I have multiple effective skills in challenging the labyrinth."

That's what I said and showed him the chest jewel.

When Damien or Clara saw it, they were nodding.

Only Mr. Miranda has a slightly strange look.

"Are you a demon? But the magic equipment that carved those skills is expensive, right?

It was Clara who answered Miranda's question.

"It's not a magic trick. This is [balls] to record your skills. It was mainstream before the devil was invented. Do you have more than one skill… blue was a support system"

When I nodded to Clara, I kept talking.

"Avoid fighting as much as you can, but it's inevitable. Or if you should keep it down, we'll do the battle. Basically, we're going for the 40th basement floor, so if we can collect the chest on the way, we'll ignore it if it takes time."

Damian looks happy.

"Nice. Nice! I was right to ask you. It is gratifying to have the skills to not get lost in the labyrinth and then be able to sense enemies. Besides, I think I even know where the chest is. It really helps. You're not interested in anything you can get up to the thirtieth floor, because you can get it at school."

They're not interested in Damien, but they ignore the kind of substitutes that would replace gold coins if they were taken by us adventurers.

Aria was convinced that she was a little unwell, etc.

Nowem was nodding uncontested.

Neither does Mr. Miranda disagree with you if you're not interested.

Only Clara...

"I know you avoid combat whenever possible, but what do you do with your luggage? Would you like to avoid a situation where Mr. Damien's doll is unavailable?

Clara sees the two dolls in charge of the crate and Damian's luggage. I agree with that.

- So I'll ring my fingers and create a magic formation on the spot.

Everyone who saw it was a little surprised.

Nowem and Aria, who had shown it before, also watched to eat in to see if they were unfamiliar with the condition.

"Hoggy... it's ball-skills. Pack your bags in this chest and you won't have to carry them when you travel. I can also travel in light condition, but yes, I can't take it out again and again. Keep your frequently used items with you. It can only be used twice a day."

Damian was nodding when he heard that.

"Sounds like a lot of baggage in there. Let me put mine in, too. And the fact that there are restrictions on use means that this consumes a lot of magic?

I nodded without hiding.

I can't, because I needed to explain.

"I use my skills, so magic is the limit. I don't use magic as much as I can in battle. Instead -"

Reaching for the larger chest, I took out the weapon I kept in it.

It is a bow and arrow.

But the tip of the arrow was characteristic.

Miranda says.

"That's an arrow that explodes, right? There were kids at school who made it and sold it."

"It's a kind of magic trick, to be exact. It's also packed with demonic stones, so if an arrow stabs you, contact it and the magic will activate. It's convenient for demons around here."

Previously, I asked adventurers who had reached the fiftieth level what kind of tools they needed.

I recall saying that arrows are very valuable, but still, if not out of step.

For buying in, it is a considerable expense.

(We also need to recover demonic material this time... expenses)

Verily, every single one is expensive.

Clara seemed a little relieved. I guess it's because I found out we weren't unprepared.

"In the labyrinth of Aramsarth, there will come out demons wrapped in metal. I think those weapons are effective. But do you have enough arrows?

I took another weapon out of the chest.

It is a blunt instrument.

A weapon called Mace, it's a weapon that knocks at your opponent.

"Use this one if it's less dangerous. Because I'm just wearing metal, and the blow will work better on the contents"

Clara seemed convinced to hear that too.

"Clara has her surroundings lit up. I'll have my stuff later, but I need you to let me use one of Mr. Damian's dolls."

Damian was laughing.

"I don't mind."

"The avant-garde will have me, Aria, and the doll in one piece. I'm sorry, but let me take your place."

"Right. The right way to use it."

Damien took on the pleasure here as well. I'm a little concerned that it sounds like fun.

"Behind it is Mr. Damian and Nowem, Clara. You will have the doll positioned behind you. In this formation, we intend to proceed to the twentieth basement floor."

If the boss on the 20th basement wasn't crusaded, we had to take him down and move on. It seems tough with this power, but I also have second generation skills.

(Although it wouldn't work for a doll on a boulder)

Even if I used my skills on dolls, I was wondering if it would work. You'll need to give it a try.

"Dear Ryer, as planned, to the thirtieth floor underground..."

Nowem says it, so I say it without evil.

"The other adventurers are moving around, but they basically don't make contact. If you come for help, judge on the spot but move to fulfill the request"

Damien seemed bored.

"I hope you don't waste your time getting involved with the others. I will obey you because you seem competent. [M] As far as I'm concerned, if I can get what I asked for, that's fine."

I really don't seem interested in other people.

Aria tells Damian off.

"You can't be a little emotional!

Then Damian laughed with his nose.

"Ha! Love? It's your own fault at the point of challenging the labyrinth. I don't mind saving you because your life is in danger, but I hope you don't forget my request. If you like helping people, you can do whatever you want when you're done with the request. I don't think you can help. You... would be the weakest of them all."

Aria, who was told she was weak, grips the spear she had.

Seeing how it was, Clara spoke by Aria's side.

"Mr. Damian is right. We don't deny people help, but we're being asked. You're the one who got the wrong priorities."

If you don't save the lives you can help, you'll have a bad reputation as an adventurer.

Only if you can help.

Otherwise, because now it can be ourselves to be pulled off our feet and lose our lives in the labyrinth.

"I don't know if I misjudged you or if I was unlucky, but I don't want to be disturbed by my research for those people. Shall I finish my break when I know?"

When Damien cut it up, I decided to pack my stuff in the chest.

I don't use the usual servel here, so I keep it in the chest.

Nowem was speaking to Aria.

"Mr. Aria."

"I know. Weak people can't help...... so we need to be strong"

That's what Mr. Zelfie taught me at Darion.

We have to be strong if we want to help.

(Strength to be helped, or...)

When I put everyone in the chest but the necessary luggage, I snap my fingers again and erase the chest.

I don't need to ring my fingers, but I'm just imitating it when I see the seventh generation doing it.

"Well, Norma's on the fifth floor in a day. I know it's fast to the twentieth floor underground, but don't let it distract you."

When I start walking, everyone starts moving.

Nowem was speaking up and calming down to Aria, who was about to regret it.

But Miranda, who usually seems to speak up here, was impressed to have leaned down.

I just realized...

"Next thing you know, turn right and wait."

"Yes, Master Lyell"

The skills of your ancestors...

"The enemy hasn't noticed this way, so we'll continue to ambush him. I'll use the bow and arrow, so if there's an explosion, Aria can kill it."

"Leave it to me!

In the labyrinth, no, under most circumstances...

"There's a treasure chest, but it even has some trick on it. I don't know what to do, Clara"

"I don't have the technology to disarm it. If you are anxious, you should avoid… you have noticed very well."

Pretty much, it had enough performance to be described as cowardly -.

"Do you want to take the day off around here? Defeat the demons around you and you'll feel a little better."

"That's really great. It's the eighteenth basement floor in a day. Besides, even if you fought, you've been fought zero times. Yeah, you're really good."

"... thank you"

Even when Damian praised me, I felt subtle for some reason.

Thanks to the skills of your ancestors, not my powers.

I have a few thoughts that my own skills are not clear about how effective they are.

Defeat the surrounding demons and enter a slightly larger room and we will unload our bags.

There were walls surrounded by metal plates strewn in bullshit, and a rectangular green glowing sign at the entrance to the room.

Is it a painting of a person? That's what it says.

"Still, that's a strange labyrinth for a long time. It's too unique and uncomfortable."

When I say that, Damien's been explaining the labyrinth.

"That's right. Somehow, we didn't have this labyrinth in a place with an academic city. We had this labyrinth, so we could have an academic city up there."

I said it in a way that bothered me a little, so I'm bored.

"Because of this labyrinth, did you have an academic city?

"That's right. Unlike other labyrinths here, ancient ruins have become labyrinths. Then we'll get out of there... even the now mainstream demons hinted at the treasures and materials that emerged from this labyrinth. So are the tools. This is really a mountain of treasure for an academic city. Right... for example, the metal that shapes this labyrinth, but it's also possible to bring it back. It's a very small amount, really."

When Damien moved the doll, he started peeling the wall as it was.

But the labyrinth reacts abruptly and tries to get the wall back.

And -.

"What are you doing?

As Clara looked at us and was frightened, the metal plate peeled off.

No, it looks like the labyrinth itself destroyed it.

Beautifully small pieces of metal are gripped in the doll's hand.

"I'm giving this kid a class. She's from the library, isn't she? Look at you, too."

When Damian calls Clara [the child of the library], we see the metal in the doll's grip.

"In the past, we couldn't create or process this kind of metal. But the academic city figured it out. The technique is also used to process magic tools. Seems like even this much metal used to be worth it. Apparently the adventurer was stripping the walls so hard. It's a joke now."

The labyrinth itself has greatly benefited this world.

That was the labyrinth of Aramsarth.

"So you manage. Are you saying that if you disappear, the labyrinth will be more of a problem than gone?"

When I say that, Damian pushes up his glasses and makes them glow.

"That's right. There are a lot of people who don't know that."

Damien forced the doll to throw away the pieces of metal he had pulled off.

Then a sheet of metal disappears as if it were dissolved on the floor.

Look at me in surprise, Damien has explained.

Clara isn't surprised if she's used to seeing it or if she knew it.

"It was just an easy take in because it was part of the labyrinth. If you take it outside, you'll never be recognized as part of it again. There were some people researching the area as well... but I'm not interested. There are only [Automatic Dolls (Automatons)], a crystal of ancient technology. I create puppets that transcend the crystals of ancient technology. To do this, I really want to make an automated doll of ancient technology"

The seventh generation, who had been silent until now, seemed to wonder.

I hear voices from the treasure balls.

'Wait, this man... isn't the automatic doll itself destiny?

I was surprised, too.

Miranda said something about restoring automatic puppets to create the ideal woman, so she thought the goal was to prepare ancient technology puppets.

"Maybe you're not interested in the automatic doll itself?

When I said that, Damien started talking excitedly.

"You have more than anything else. Because it's a goal, and above all because the grandfathers above are interested in restoring automatic dolls. But as far as I'm concerned, I wish I could have gotten a budget for that. Restore it now. I create my ideal woman. [M] My chest is discreet and sophisticated...... Aww, it's even more amazing when you have a look on your face!

Look at Damian with a tranced look on his face, I make him pull his cheek.

It's not just Damien's problem.

After listening to Damian, the ancestors of the treasure balls began to make a scene.

Second generation said.

"You like breastfeeding? The attraction of a woman is the size of her chest!

The third generation.

'You're on a good track, aren't you? It's about balance. Butts are more important than that.'

Fourth generation...

"What's wrong with chippies! That's good! Size isn't everything! That's just a chunk of fat!

The fifth generation doesn't seem interested.

'If you get breast milk, it's fine. You don't have to leave.'

The sixth generation laughs...

"Hahaha, breasts are shapes, shapes! Isn't that important?

The seventh generation looks like a giant tittie.

"Value for breastfeeding etc... you don't understand"

It's the seventh generation I'm talking about in the wind, but as far as I'm concerned...

(Why should I ask your ancestors what they think about their breasts...)

Values about the breasts of women of historical contemporaries that can be heard blocking their ears.

And the contending voices, even blocking their ears, can be heard.

Nowem approached me with a dark look.

"Dear Ryer, then take watch duty...... are you all right?

I slowly looked at Nowem's chest.

"Yeah, it's good to be big"

"Yes?"

Nowem I don't realize, but Damian, who was excited, says.

"What, are you a heretic? The kid in the library, you got a little chest too... shh, isn't that big? I hate you, too."

Damian tells Clara.

Clara didn't even shudder, just pale...

"Really? I think it would have been better if I had been smaller because my shoulders were stiff."

Then Damian smiles.

"I'm sorry. You were one of those people with such big breasts and admiring modest breasts. I don't know... hang up?

To Damien, who took the scalpel out of somewhere, Clara says.

"I don't like hanging up"

"Right..."

Seeing Damien make me feel sorry, I thought.

(Clara's a little different too, isn't she?)

Day two.

In the same formation as before, we passed the basement twentieth floor.

The boss's hierarchy is just a one-way street with a large room in the middle of the labyrinth.

If you look at it on the map, a narrow passage connects the entrance and exit in a straight line in a large central room.

I'm interested because it's completely different from the labyrinth I went through in Darion.

(After all, does it vary from place to place? If this is the case, can we even go after him?)

Passing through a hierarchy without a boss, the next was the basement twenty-first floor.

I wanted to pinch the break, but apparently a bunch of adventurers were coming this way from behind.

"You have a colleague coming from behind. The number is… twelve"

Even if there are twelve of us, it's a hierarchy that will be underpowered from now on.

I'm sure he's here to see if he's got a boss, or he might even be the demon opponent ahead of him.

"Your skills are handy, aren't they? The support system, I mean, a lot of it's not noticeable, and it's not going to help because it's not painful."

When Aria looked at me and said, the second generation...

'This is why I hate guys with avant-garde skills. Looking down at me... I know it's a skill, but it's a tool, but the guy who used it well is strong!

In the second generation the skills of the support system seemed unfair.

Maybe someone with avant-garde skills, like Aria, told me something.

Nowem joins me in that conversation with Aria.

"I don't have great skills. Master Lyell is amazing at using it. It's also a talent to use a number of skills."

It's in Nowem's opinion that I'm amazing at Aria.

Indeed, I remember my ancestors praising me for the way I handled my skills well.

(Am I a little awesome?)

I've been compared to my sister Ceres and I don't think it's working at all, but when I went outside, I often realized it wasn't.

Then the second generation.

"Lyell, I'm amazing," I thought.

(This guy read my mind!... looks like the first generation)

When I remembered my first generation just a little, I wondered what to say at a time like this.

(Advisor, maybe he got angry again)

I miss you a little bit.

We're having that conversation, and we're challenging the labyrinth.

But even here, Mr. Miranda doesn't come into the conversation.

I'll answer you if you talk to me, and you'll point a smile at me.

(I knew you had a little distance. How am I supposed to convince you from here to pull in on your side)

I was more worried about Mr. Miranda than about the fight.

Around the twentieth floor underground, the fighting has grown intense at once.

An oak with a plate of linearly cut metal forces it to have an object processed into a weapon or shield.

Some of them even wore oaks that defended their heads.

Passage back.

Ask Clara to turn off the magic lights, we lurk our breath.

When I discovered the orcs wandering around solidified in five bodies, I caught an arrow in my bow when I told everyone to stop.

"Clara, turn on the lights if you hear an explosion"

"Yes."

"Nowem and Mr. Miranda should be ready. I like the fire attribute. If I call my name, you can let me go to the oak in front of you."

"Yes."

"Wow, okay."

"Mr. Damien... I'll take care of it"

"It's cold."

When I hear crisps and strings tense, I use a second generation of skills.

And distance was measured with fifth and sixth generation skills.

Second generation [all].

[Dimension] of the fifth generation.

Sixth generation [specs].

Three skills will inform us of an enemy that still can't perceive us.

With a second-generation skill that seemed to spread my senses, I set my aim for an oak stand in the back of a dark passage.

(You're the one with the shield that's troublesome)

Set your aim, the second generation says.

'Breathe harder. Don't think of stopping it with a single blow. Hit it and frighten the opponent, and you can win with this power'

I followed your advice and let go of my arrow.

At the same time as the arrow is released, I take the mace in my right hand, which was lowering my bow back into a backpack.

When you hear an explosion, Clara magically illuminates her surroundings.

In the center of the oaks that were behind the aisle, the oak that had the shield had fallen.

Looks like he let it blow up in the head with one blow, no sign of getting up.

"Nowem, Mr. Miranda!

Two people who were preparing magic, each exercising magic.

Nowem is faster.

"Firewave!"

A wave of flames hits the orcs pointing this way.

The oak that picked up my buddy's shield prevents magic, but the oak that was in front of it was black scorched.

The magic of Nowem is powerful in boulders.

The problem is Mr Miranda.

"Fire Cannon!"

A sphere of flame is shot out, and we head straight to the oak with a shield.

The aim was a little off, too, but the shield prevented me.

But the shock disintegrates Oak.

The fellow behind the oak who had the shield was also burned to the body whether everything was unprotected.

I'm done shooting magic. Look at this one, he comes running over with a weapon.

Then, before I speak to Aria.

"Look, it's assault number one! Number two!"

When Damian says so, an armored doll runs down the aisle with a big spear.

Painless dolls stick out their spears without fear.

Oak wields his weapon, but he was easily starting to attack back.

The doll's armor itself does not recede even if it is made of quite a bit of metal or attacked.

When the two oaks are speared and unable to move, an oak with a shield thrusts through them with a roar.

Damien says while fixing the position of the glasses with his index finger.

"We should retreat there. We're so busy, we wouldn't have chased you if we ran away... sorry to hear that."

When I'm done, I scream.

"Aria!"

Aria, who ran away, seemed to disappear for a moment in front of her.

But at the next moment, he's circling behind an oak that's going to storm us with a shield.

I guess I used my skills and went around.

"You used walls and ceilings."

Looking at where I was in the aisle, Aria was stabbing the spear deep into the oak steeple.

Oak falling at the front.

When the shield crashed to the floor, I heard metal scrubbing.

It sounds tall.

I felt a little, indescribably disgusted.

"Ok!"

Aria is happy because she was able to stab an oak in the stomach.

Pulling the spear out of the oak, blood also erupted and applied to her body.

Damian says.

"You really don't have enough grace, do you? You think you'll end up with a force push? And it's barbaric."

Anyway, Aria and Damian don't seem to be compatible.

"Your doll isn't the same! You'll just storm it and pierce it with a spear!

"Call it a simple, useless attack."

Leave the two of us fighting like children alone and I'll thank the other members.

"Sorry, Clara. Let me use my magic all the time."

"Because this is also my job. Besides, I'm used to it, so I'm fine. It's my first experience with a lot of lights and turns off."

The tip of the larger wand is magically glowing.

Brightness was also only specialised in support and was brighter than Nowem would.

"Nowem, didn't you increase the power of magic? It was a blow to the oak."

"Thank you. But this is a narrow place, so there's no escape. Thanks to Lord Lyell's judgment."

Which magic to use was left to the person.

But Nowem's decision, using widespread magic, is greatly appreciated.

"Mr. Miranda is tired, too. Sorry I'm not used to it."

"... Huh? Oh, oh, that's okay, Mr. Lyell."

For a moment, when I saw Mr. Miranda bonking, I immediately turned my smile.

"Tell me when you're tough"

"Right. Yeah... I will."

When Mr. Miranda said that, I looked back and saw Aria and Damien still arguing.

Listening to voices from treasure balls as you exhale.

"Lyell......"

It's a sad sixth generation voice.

(I know, sixth generation...)

When I used my skills...

During the battle, Miranda's reaction glowed red only for a moment.

Red is the color that indicates the hostile opponent.

(After all, Shannon is dangerous)

It was getting harder and harder to revamp.

During the battle, I remember Mr. Miranda, who was hostile to me.

Her reaction is now glowing in an indescribable yellow.