Sevens

End of day two.

We're in a 29-story square, sweeping away the demons around us and taking a break.

A major reaction could be confirmed to confirm the underground reaction.

The boss is resurrected. I thought the adventurers working in the labyrinth would move on a crusade, but apparently they're just pulling up and not looking.

There was a fight, and we were tired, and we decided to crusade the boss tomorrow.

Activate the skill and check the perimeter, some of the labyrinth is moving.

I guess one of the aisles moved because I heard metal noises from afar.

"Thirty tiers underground on the second day... I really asked you guys to do the right thing."

Damian says as he drinks the water he took out of [Box], his seventh generation skill.

Lightweight and moving around, we traveled faster than the adventurers around us.

At the same time, he is increasing his mobility speed with fourth generation skills.

"I've traveled more than once along the way, but that's your skill, too, isn't it? Tell me before you use it. Looks like it worked for my dolls, too, and I'm uncomfortable moving it."

"I'm sorry about that"

Damian is sharp at times.

Unlike when I was fighting with Aria, she seemed to be calmly analyzing me now.

However, even if I'm interested, I'm not asking for root digging leaf digging because of my low priority.

(Did it work on the doll as well? Sure, the speed of travel has increased... but then this skill is also broken)

I don't know what the principle is, but it is true that it helps.

So far, the only thing I haven't used is a third generation skill, [mind].

This, in a sense, is also the most heterogeneous skill.

Skills that work in the spirit and can be a major problem if abused.

(Maybe what you didn't tell me was you were going to figure out who I was?

Dangerous as a skill, but easy to use.

And with regard to the specifications for the second stage of this skill, the third generation still did not issue a permit.

Even if I have the ability to use it.

Damien figured it out. Look at me, I'm gonna call you.

"What's wrong with you? If it's tomorrow's operation, you've been looking at the guild material and thinking about it, haven't you?

"Well, that's true. It's true to be nervous. It's the first time you've fought. It's not a specialty."

Some adventurers specialize in crusading reviving bosses.

They have specialized gear, and it seems like knocking down the boss is like the earliest task.

But such adventurers were often useless in their work elsewhere.

Our all-purpose party has the strength to struggle at times like these but to be able to fight in most situations.

Most of all...

'What are you so weak about? It would be easier to beat the boss of the next tier.'

The second generation comes out with a frightened voice.

Yes, it is.

The first generation of skills [Full Burst], which is now the trump card for me, temporarily doubles my abilities.

A skill that demonstrates explosive abilities, but in order to use it it was necessary to store chimatima and magic from time to time.

For me now, I need two to three days free for a single use. It's just that when you wait that long, you get your abilities.

It can be temporarily doubled to tripled.

I didn't use a full burst before I got here, so now I can pull out my abilities, although it would be triple but five times more.

"Was it an all-purpose weakness? But you're an excellent all-purpose party for all situations. You can say you're too good."

I felt something caught up in Damian's words.

But I'm early tomorrow, too. I wanted to get some rest.

"Really? I don't realize it myself, though. I'm sleepy, so I'm going to bed. I'll have dinner later."

"... right. Then good night."

When Damien and I broke up and wrapped up in a sleeping bag I took out of the box, I asked Nowem to wake me up when the time came and fall asleep.

"Hey!"

"... what is it, third generation"

When I thought I was asleep, I was in the conference room in the treasure ball.

It seems to be the third generation that called it in.

'I don't look so scared. Trying to tell Ryer, who's not making any progress at all, how to dictate Miranda.'

I hate the way you say it down, but I wasn't actually able to grasp the trigger.

I can tell by using my skills.

It is displayed in yellow, which is not an enemy but is also not an ally, and is erratically sometimes red.

Shannon wasn't supposed to be here, but Mr. Miranda was bonkers.

"I don't feel comfortable with the sixth generation. Even I wanted to do something about it, so I thought I'd teach you how to use my skills specifically. Everybody says no. '

"Well, there are a few ways I think about interfering with the spirit"

With that said, the third generation laughed niggly.

Can't you interfere with your mind with your skills? How can a human being manipulate his opponent as he wishes without his skills?

When I heard that, I said, "He's black! I thought," I shouldn't be bad.

The third generation keeps explaining.

'I don't need skills to manipulate people. All you need is technology and a little technique. With that in mind, it can also be said that from time to time humans interfere with the other person's spirit. What do you mean, you used your skills? The question is, how do you use it?'

"How do you use it? If you interfere with being a bad ally, the sixth generation will be furious. Maybe that's Miranda over Mireia."

My obsession with Mr. Miranda in the sixth generation is actually amazing.

Let me risk it. But I'm trying to get you out of Shannon's hands.

I guess it's also evidence that they think they can do that.

'Because when people get tired, they also become mentally unstable. Miranda probably doesn't have the usual resistance in an unfamiliar environment right now. So... maybe Shannon's influence is coming out.'

Indeed, until the beginning, Mr. Miranda was also firmer than she is now.

Maybe the more I dived into the labyrinth, the more I felt unstable it was the third generation's opinion that was right.

It's weird that I've lived in the same mansion before and I haven't been much of an interference.

Shannon is dangerous.

'Really?

"Huh?"

I'm surprised at the third generation of words.

Keep doing all this and Shannon doesn't seem to think it's dangerous.

'Miranda's mentally unstable in an unfamiliar environment, so this is the situation, isn't it? What if this is a normal life? Surprisingly, Miranda might have been fine. "

"... you know, we did something extra."

Weren't we making a big mistake because the fifth and sixth generations were unusually vigilant?

I started to think so.

"I guess the fifth and sixth generation, that's looking at Mireia. That's all Mireia felt, Shannon, isn't it?

I didn't think it was amazing.

I've seen Ceres up close, but I didn't feel anything like Ceres from Shannon.

Rather...

'Miranda said she looks like Mireia... but Miranda might be the one who's really scared'

That's right.

I felt that Mr. Miranda, who is bright and cares about his surroundings, had something better.

It's something that attracts people.

It was something different from the fear I felt for Ceres.

'Miranda is unstable like that... you think I'm more dangerous that way. So let's teach them how to use their skills and raise them. If you apply it, there 'll be an explosion of Harlem soon, Lyell.'

I smile and tell the third generation, I pull my cheeks.

You know you don't really think about that, but you did.

While I was dating a third generation joke, I was asked how to use my skills - how to apply them.

When I woke up...

I rolled right in my sleeping bag and moved the spot.

Around, Damian and Aria are sleeping tight and tired. Look, Nowem was asleep, too.

Clara also falls to sleep on the floor.

Nowem and Clara should have been on first watch duty.

Second generation says.

"This woman is full of shit!

I didn't get my hands on a meal because I tried to eat it after I fell asleep.

I was lucky. I guess I even mixed it with sleeping pills in my diet.

The sixth generation of voices was heard from the treasure balls.

"Were you manipulated? But how come at this time... '

The fifth generation stopped the sixth.

"Lyell's life would be a priority now, though. Switch. '

When I jump out of my sleeping bag, I see where I was.

Mr. Miranda was tapping the mace I had on the ground as much as she wanted.

The power doesn't belong to her that she has shown since entering the labyrinth.

"What are you going to do with this?

Look at Mr. Miranda, whose condition I slowly put in.

The usual bright smile wasn't there.

It's just that with the highlights gone eyes, he looked at me and he was squeaking.

"Shannon's enemy is my enemy. Eliminate those who stand in Shannon's way. Shannon's enemies..."

He must have taken my weapon and used it.

If he hadn't been called to the treasure ball in the third generation, he might have been in a more dangerous state.

"Do you hear me, Mr. Miranda?

Mr. Miranda jumps at me.

Seeing a move as if I was good at fleshbullet warfare in the avant-garde, I jumped backwards.

But she throws Mace at me.

Avoiding it, a mace hit the wall and a metal noise echoed into the room.

In her hand is held a dagger, a spare weapon.

The light of the lamp, which uses demonic stones for camping, dimly illuminates the room.

"Lyell... you got in his way..."

Mr. Miranda, who stepped in, travels in an instant to my immediate side.

"Fast!"

Avoid the dagger that immediately gave in and protruded, but this time her leg was approaching me.

For a moment.

Reminds me of the sight of Ceres kicking my ass.

I immediately grabbed her leg and forced her to throw it away, but the moment she crashed against the wall, she was back in shape, kicking the wall and landing beautifully.

Says the seventh generation, who was watching the sight.

"That's not a rear guard move. No, I can do both, you know. '

Seeing Mr. Miranda's strength, I realized I'd been hiding it.

Shannon wouldn't have told me to hide it.

She may have hidden it on her own.

The fifth generation speaks Mr. Mireia's name.

'Apparently, a troublesome being, like Mireia, was this girl. Not at all. Not even my eyes. "

Fifth generation grumbling with regret.

The sixth generation did not speak up.

I have defeated the demons around me, so I don't have to worry about getting interrupted.

But my allies are asleep, so there's no help.

Mr. Miranda immediately notices my gaze and moves between me and Nowem.

With his dagger in place and his hips dropped, Mr. Miranda doesn't look like he learned to fight in a day or two.

"Do kids even remember that now? Well, that's what Nowem looked like."

When I laugh bitterly, Mr. Miranda's eyebrows respond with a pickle.

"... maybe you're actually conscious?

I didn't think someone so strong could resist Shannon's interference because of tiredness in previous fights.

Her cheeks rose and her mouth was shaped like a three day moon.

Beautiful teeth look white in a dark room and creepy.

"... it's always May. Loving me, I'm asleep. I appreciate that kid. He's finally on the table."

Mr. Miranda, who laughed out kick-ass, had a different vibe than usual.

Pull out another dagger and place it in both hands.

It was a duplicitous style.

"This guy. Come on, he's really good at playing. 'Cause even you trick yourself into playing a good girl."

Miranda, with her tongue out and licking the blade of the dagger, was looking at me with her madly lodged eyes.

That looks like a lot of fun.

"Patience, and sneak in on your own. I really hate it... but that kid did something extra there!

I took Miranda's dagger when I took the knife I had hidden in my waist belt.

Sparks scatter.

If this could happen, he hid it when he got a yellow reaction.

"I don't know, you're my kind... I knew that, and you want to carve your face up."

When I say that with a woot look, I kick her in the ass.

But she used the momentum to fly backwards, releasing the kick in the same way.

It's like a cat.

"That kid touched the gap in my heart, and I was born! That kid, he's awesome because he doesn't know what he did! When I was out of my mind on the table, I was going to chop and chop him first."

Running out, she tries to confuse me using a feint.

But the second generation of skills will tell her exactly where she is, so she took the offense with the knife she was serving.

"So... the first thing I want to chop and carve right now is... ahhh! Lyell, it was you. Ah!!"

I'm going to slash you in a row, Mr. Miranda. - No, she's coming at me with all sorts of attacks.

I ask her, thinking it would have been easier to keep the sabel out.

"Why me?

"Why? I don't know... I don't know. Ah!!"

I know, but I'm hiding it, like that.

She seemed to enjoy the fight now.

I'm not trying to take the sleeping Nowems hostage for fun in killing me.

It's just...

(It's more powerful than I imagined!!)

He said he looked like Mr. Mireia, but was Mr. Mireia this strong, too?

With that in mind, I kicked one of her daggers.

"Aha! That's awesome! You know, it's funny how you can't even push this guy through his physical abilities."

"Thanks for that."

As I slapped my mouth lightly, I touched the treasure ball lightly.

Third generation says.

'Isn't that nice?

I think I understand what you're trying to say.

As far as I'm concerned, I didn't feel comfortable.

"Why me first? Why didn't you go after the Nowems?

Miranda answers, turning the dagger at her fingertips.

"I woke up because you called me out. This guy got upset when he asked if you were conscious."

She laughs with Nitanita, exposing Mr. Miranda's insides.

"You know what? This guy fell in love at first sight when he saw you! This guy would understand, and he had a faint expectation! Isn't that funny? I've never laughed in my mind."

She apparently had troubles as well, loving and counted on by anyone.

"So, Ka Ra... I was going to chop you first and break that kid's heart. 'Cause I'm tired of being locked up already."

I was moving jizzily as I weighed in with her.

She's laughing, too, but she's gonna jump when I show her the gap.

I understand you can't attack Miranda's body.

"I tried to kill you first... it was me on the table. 'Cause it's not. It was his intention to stab me in the stomach before I came out. That kid manipulated me, though. But... I meant it just a little bit, too.' Cause I don't regret being shown off."

Her gaze sees Nowem.

When I raise my guard, she starts laughing.

"It's okay. Because I don't cheat... but Lyell, you're a terrible man to Nowem, Aria, and then Clara there."

"It was a shame. You've never even kissed me. I'm shy."

"Oh too bad I should have spoken up before I killed you."

When I say that, I deny it.

"Nowem's here, so will you stop it? You're serious."

"... yes. I knew it was. Same thing, but I don't get it on the table."

I was curious about what she said, but I jump right at it.

We're all set.

"Alas, suddenly I'm motivated - ugh!!"

Her face distorts. He looked at me with a painful look on his face.

He's sticking out a dagger against me like that.

I grabbed the fist holding the protruding dagger with my palm.

Between the index and middle fingers, the blade of the dagger has sliced the gloves thinly.

"What did you... what did you do!!"

Grabbing her left hand with her right hand, she eats a kick at her rambling.

It's not a girl's kick.

I put up with the pain and explained it with a spare look.

"Skills that interfere with the spirit... are also in the skills of the support system. Did you say a word about me not being able to use that?

"You scumbag!!"

When the treasure balls emit a blue light, they are forced to seal her up and summon Mr. Miranda.

"How are you feeling?

Releasing her arms, she collapsed from her knees and let go of her dagger.

A metal noise sounds in the room, but nobody wakes up.

"... it sucks already"

I leaned over and I can't see the look on my face.

Use Skill [Mind] as is.

I called into the depths of her heart and forced her to pull out. She started to talk to me like a pepper, and she was also being interfered with by her mind's skills.

(I'm glad you just came out. I mean, you're dangerous)

"... you knew. About Shannon."

When I ask, she opens her mouth.

"You heard. You know what I mean. I knew that kid was interfering, and I've pretended not to. Because... I'm Shannon's sister"

Reminds me of what Aria said.

It was Aria who was worried about her for all her loss.

"There's a part of you that no one wants to see."

When I said it, Mr. Miranda laughed.

"You say that often, don't you? But they actually saw me, and I didn't. He showed off his unusual self."

When I sigh, I use my mind.

The sixth generation raised its voice.

"O, stop, Lyell!

But the third generation stops.

'Fine, fine. Don't do it. He said Shannon made it or something, but that's who I really am, too. If you're gonna build up and explode one day, admit it, you're still better off lifting it.'

The third generation just says it in its usual light condition.

(Like other HRs)

"Rejection doesn't change the fact. I'm on your side, too. I'm going to treat the area with my skills."

One more thing that's broken up...

Make sure you recognize the black emotions she has thrown away.

"... I'm ugly."

"Don't worry. There's an uglier one (Ceres, my sister)"

Slowly Mr. Miranda comes up to me.

Disturbed hair was sticking to his face.

And my highlights disappear from between my hair. My eyes are looking at me.

"I don't care what happens. I've been pushing you in."

"I came out on the table one day. It will be catastrophic then. Then admit it now and raise it. Another Miranda should protect her."

"Protect?"

I guess I've treated the emotions I've been able to push in as bad.

But let me tell you, it's human too.

I regret, I'm sad, I wanted someone to see me... embarrassed, but that was part of me too.

No, it was the majority.

But I've worked hard to feed on that remorse.

- I didn't get paid for it.

"You can't help but distort it if you just get rejected."

When I touched Miranda's shoulder with my right hand, the treasure ball began to glow.

"... sure,"

Besides, I accept you.

Any Miranda, I accept that's Miranda.

That's what I meant to say.

But...

"Oh, I don't know now..."

When she glows blue, she falls aside.

Must have drained quite a bit mentally.

I'm a little tired of using my skills, too.

"I have some tomorrow... ha, go to sleep"

I wanted to think that this made some progress on the Shannon measures.

The sixth generation shrugged.

"I didn't... you didn't understand"

- Time for watch shifts.

Nowem slowly rises from where he was sitting.

Damian, Clara, Aria sleeping with sleeping pills around......

Besides, Miranda and Lyell were asleep too.

"... I heard it was a medical relationship, but the amount of medicine was in the right amount. You'll all wake up tomorrow."

Clara and I were on duty together, but Nowem decided to let us sleep.

I'll hang the blanket on Clara.

Nowem, with his cane, turned to Miranda.

My hair is sticking to my face with sweat.

He looked terribly tired.

Nowem, who grips the wand, pulls out the power of his hand as Lyell, who was lying next to Miranda, moved.

I let go of my hand, which was holding my wand, and now I stared at my palm.

"Why did you react like this? That's what keeps me awake..."

Lyell was tired, too. He slept well.

Seeing that look, Nowem smiles.

Then I touched my hand on my face this time.

I decided to keep watch as I put my neck up.

"You seem tired from earlier fights, and I'll keep an eye on you here."

Earlier in the fight.

Nowem wasn't asleep...

Everyone woke up around lightly past departure time.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"That's enough."

I laugh bitterly, Nowem.

I've seen Clara keep apologizing to Nowem since I woke up, and I can't even pay attention.

Because I slept and overslept the watch, too.

I don't know why I didn't wake up to Nowem, but he seemed tired, so he just gave it back.

It was hard to say that blaming more than that came from my standpoint when I was asleep.

"No, that was neat. Yeah, I feel like I even took a sleeping pill!

Damian laughing out loud seems to have felt good because he hasn't slept well in a long time.

I wanted to ask what kind of life you were living, but the explanation seemed cumbersome, so I decided to stop it.

Aria also eats quietly feeling awkward.

Mr. Miranda...

"I'm sorry, Nowem!

- I was bright and healthy.

It was as if yesterday's events were a lie, but the third generation tells me.

"It's easy to reopen it, actually."

The fifth generation seemed to question it when they heard it.

'... if you can do that. No, maybe I was reopening it too...'

I think I have something to think about.

The second generation...

'You're better than before. Fine. This will help Shannon change his mind.'

The fourth generation agrees.

'That's a really good smile. You don't seem to be able to help me... but when I find out that emotion is asleep behind that smile, I guess girls are scared'

I can't think of a word I'd call you just because I have a real feeling about it.

(Considering that, Nowem would be perfect)

I just feel like bragging for the fourth generation.

The seventh generation is as usual.

"Well, now you can focus only on Damien's requests later."

The sixth generation is not well.

'... right'

I can't do this forever, so I went in to clean up after dinner.

"Keep Clara around."

"No. I have to work hard to support people like me at times like this."

I'm going to say it in a more crisp way than usual, so I guess it's her getting into her job.

I went back to clean up while I said, "Oh, whoa."

Then, when I passed Mr. Miranda's side...

"Thanks for yesterday, and... keep up the good work, La i e l 'you"

Only for a moment, that time - Miranda smiled at her.

Between thirty hierarchical bosses.

An ogre with a large cavity was standing right in front of me.

"You're like a cannon. Nevertheless, there are many demons with troublesome things here"

I let them all down. I'm facing the Orga alone.

"I guess you're really okay ~"

Damien was waiting in the rear, even as he suspected.

You saw me and thought I was being licked, and Auga shook up the cylinder she was in charge of.

I grip the treasure ball.

"... [Full Burst]"

Growling, the silver metal, which was a jewel decoration, swelled up and let my right hand hold the great sword.

It resembles the Great Sword used by the first generation, but is gradually turning into my easy-to-handle form.

"I'm sorry, I don't have time. Let me finish with a blow."

The sword in both hands entered the position of lying down and swinging across the side.

I wave the sword, too, in line with the large barrel of metal that will be swung down.

A shock wave broke out and blew the org straight up to the wall between the bosses.

He slashed every large cartridge of metal and blew it to the wall.

The amputated large cylinder split into two parts and fell straight to the ground.

I de-skill.

"... this, on the contrary, is tough except for a single blow."

When I restore the Great Sword to its original form, I worry again thinking about the magic I've lost.

Really, again, I might not be able to use the treasure balls until I grow up.

A fellow who was watching me fight came by.

"It's a boulder, Master Lyell."

Nowem compliments me as usual.

Aria...

"Can't you use that more often?

"... I'll use it if I can, right? That's what I'm saying."

This one is also cold for cold handling.

Well, it's an exchange we can have because we're buddies.

Clara looked at my treasure ball with a serious look.

"That's a rare metal. It's also quite an expensive substitute."

Mr. Miranda was smiling and applauding.

But as always, it's not just bright.

It was more intimate than before.

"Now you can accomplish the professor's request. Now, the professor will teach you magic, Lyell."

In his promise to Damien, he promised to teach us magic if we broke through the thirty tieth hierarchy.

But Damien looks at me and says:

"I'll keep it because it's a promise. Can I just say one word at a time?

"Something?

Damian takes me seriously says.

"You can't keep it that way. That's not what I found out."

That's what they told me. I couldn't say it back.

I wonder why?

And I also agree with the second generation.

'I guess...'

It was Damien's request, which is going well, but I seem to have faced another new problem.