Sevens

Watching multiple flats of hands coming from the wall, my body didn't move about the rash.

The same is true of the flesh, which is beginning to experience pain from severe weakness, but it was loose both mentally and after the battle.

(Why suddenly -)

A woman's hand approaching to squeeze me.

But what showed up before that.

- It was Monica.

"What the fuck are you doing to a chicken motherfucker! What is this?!

It was Monica who tried to take the oversized hammer out of her skirt and blow it off, but when the hammer hit, the hammer popped in to see if it was made of clay-soft material.

And my palms were approaching to surround me as I inhaled the hammer.

Up and down, left and right.

I look back and try to escape, but my fingers also emerge from the ground.

The first one caught was a leg.

"Become! Even from the ground..."

"Yea! If this happens..."

Monica also sank to the ground, as she lost sight of the surrounding sight.

Looks like Nowem and the others are using magic. Monica comes to my side and hugs me as I sink in as I hear her calling me.

"Hey, do what!

"Please shut up!

Hugs, you're trying to lift me, Monica.

You're trying to let me get away with it, I just tried to lift me up and there was a third generation of voices...

"What Happens... Also Coming From Above"

As many hands narrowed to envelop us, my consciousness was gradually distant.

- Aria could only watch the sight.

No, I couldn't do anything exactly, you'd be right.

Suddenly, Lyell and Monica were taken in by large hands that emerged from the walls and the ground.

To help the wrapped Lyells, they made magic and attacks, but clay hands quickly regenerated no matter how many attacks they made.

Aria, who had never heard of such demons, sees the walls where the Lyells were taken in in confusion.

Hands appeared and eventually went back to the wall.

Aria rushes over and touches the wall, but there was only a gothic wall of caves there.

"Hey... why are you... like this"

This can't be happening.

Trying to whine like that, for Miranda to hit the magic against the wall, she prepared the magic.

"Aria, retreat...... Fire Cannon!

Powerful fireballs were shot out and flames scattered as they clashed against the walls. Sometimes the black coal and the recessed walls are in the labyrinth, and I try to get them back.

Aria, who jumped away, saw the sight and thought the worst.

"Lyell and Monica..."

... dead, couldn't go on.

But Miranda, once again, magically tries to destroy the wall.

Aria looked around and there was still a closed entrance leading to the basement nine tiers. And then there's the sound of something breaking down from the entrance we came in.

Looking back, the inlet ceiling collapsed and the room was sealed off.

"What happened..."

confusing aria, but that was the same for Miranda. I've never heard of beating down a boss and being locked up, etc.

We simply don't want to think that we just don't know, etc.

Then Nowem, slowly moving out, shook up his wand as he walked against the wall.

"Nowem, what are you--"

You can't destroy walls with canes or anything. That's what I tried to say, Aria, but I looked at Nowem's wand and opened my eyes.

The tip of the cane has changed its shape.

The black patterned part stretches out and is shaped like a tsuruhashi.

Nowem waving up what was that wand with both arms, but the Tsuruhashi part was the same size as Nowem - no, I could see more than that.

Nowem shook up and shook down such a large object. The power is strong.

But the move was also unbelievable for Aria.

Over and over and over and over and at a faster rate than the wall plays. Looking at the silver tsuruhashi part, Aria remembers the treasure balls that Lyell had.

"Same as Lyell's weapon"

The Great Sword, and the decorative part of the treasure ball that turns into a bow shape. Aria also remembered that it was silver.

No expression, and Aria didn't have a voice when she saw Nowem just quietly breaking the wall.

Normal Nowem is in charge of the party's firepower as a wizard.

I don't do melee fights or anything, and I didn't seem so powerful.

But right in front of him, Nowem scrapes the wall by swinging a large tulle hash vertically and horizontally diagonally.

But such Nowem's movements stopped perfectly.

(What... yarn?

The yarn was tangled as if to stop Nowem from moving, illuminated by the lantern light hanging from the boat.

Nowem, looking back, tells Miranda with no expression.

"... let go. I don't have time for this."

The shredded walls will be repaired.

When Aria looked at Miranda, it looked as if the thread was coming out of her fingertips. I wear the same gloves as usual, but the thread comes out of it.

"Neither do I. But in this situation, you really have the power."

When Miranda unties the stand, the thread loosens and leaves Nowem. Aria can only see a faint thread.

Miranda's fingertips looked like threads were dripping. Lifting his right hand, Miranda grips several times, and spreads her hand to see how it feels.

When Nowem returned the scaffold to the shape of the scepter, it climbed forward.

"Both of you, come on."

As Aria tries to stop the two of them, a boss emerges with a cow beeping from the water.

It's not the same thing.

The boss we defeated was floating on the water. But one after the other, they show up from the water, the same demons as the boss.

Ten in number.

The number of rooms that I thought were large felt small.

When Miranda also turned her body toward the surface of the water, she waved her right and left arms wide, and immediately crossed them in front of her chest.

"... I wanted to put it in your back for you"

The nearest boss was cut several rounds from the neck to the top.

Nowem speaks magic.

"Fire whip......"

He had a low voice and, unlike usual, was revealing his anger. When the flaming whip tangles with the approaching boss, it burns with flames as it is.

A rampaging boss escaped into the water but the flames didn't go away. And when they are burned and floated just like the boss they defeated, the flaming whip disappears.

While he was doing so, Miranda was rattling the second one.

But...

"Aria, I'm sorry, but protect yourself. I'm not used to it either, so I don't know how many I can do. Besides... I can't handle this number."

Aria put up a spear for Miranda's weak remarks when she defeated the second body.

"I can't have this number on a boulder, either. But if it's one or two... [Quick]"

Aria, who uses her own skills, flies straight up and flies a number of slaughters when she hits the boss who tried to crawl up to the ground.

When a slice entered the boss's back, he pierced the boss's body with a spear for himself there.

Coming out of the falling boss, Aria was bloody.

"It's good to hear from Lyell where his heart is. But you don't really want to take it down."

Bloody Aria saw Nowem.

From earlier on, the highlights of my eyes disappeared and I'm horrified.

(Creeper atmosphere than usual......)

Aria thought Nowem was creepy. Gentle and dependable Nowem, but there were times when Aria thought she was afraid of such Nowem.

And now that fear is growing.

When Miranda slaughtered the third body, Nowem dipped the tip of the wand in the water as he walked forward.

In a cooler voice than usual.

"... frozen. And don't get in my way again. I will not tolerate it whether it is my…"

The next moment, all the water in the room iced.

(Say something now -)

Aria misses what matters, but shuts her mouth in front of Nowem's impatient expression.

The bosses were ice pickled.

As Nowem pulled out the wand, he shook the wand down as it was in the form of a hammer.

With crushing ice, the bosses fall apart -.

I heard voices.

That was the voice calling me.

The voice I miss belonged to my father, Meisel Walt.

"Lyell, what kind of lord are you going to be?

When I remembered that word, I couldn't remember what I had answered. I just think my father, who heard my answer, laughed and stroked my head.

And more and more voices are calling me step by step.

If I noticed, I heard clarity from the fifth generation of voices.

"Get up now!

There was also a panic over the fourth generation.

"No, this is unexpected for a boulder."

The seventh generation.

"Come on, what happened..."

The sixth generation worries me.

"Lyell, can we still fight? You can't be too nonchalant in this situation. '

The third generation.

'Wake up and look around. There's a sight you'll never see. "

When I heard that and slowly opened my eyes, Monica stood in front of me.

I'm standing there to protect me, but that looks lame.

Nearby, objects that were oversized hammers that were similarly taken in had rolled, and others, such as Monica's mace, had fallen to the ground as if melted.

(What the hell...)

It was also hard to move my body and I wanted to sleep with my eyes closed already.

But I can't even say that.

Monica stood in front of me as I tried to wake her up with force in her right arm. It's like standing in front of me to protect you.

The oversized hammer had melted and fallen to the ground.

Others, such as Monica's mace, have melted, turned red, emitted smoke, and fallen to the ground. It has a unique odor, and Monica gave me a hand when I got up.

Monica's maid clothes are worn out, and around...

"Why are these guys here... and why are both Monica"

Then Monica, who's making me stand up, tells me she's angry.

"I'm not convinced. You and I are the same? Look closely. I have breasts, but they won't have them. Because it's a homogeneous machine, you won't have trouble being put together!

At the end of Angry Monica's gaze stood a blonde twintail, and a red-eyed automaton on her white skin.

The difference would certainly be breasts, as Monica put it. But there are other differences.

It's a tool, like a white bug's foot, carried on her back.

I'm pointing my tip at this one, and he looks as if he's on guard.

Automaton, similar to Monica, has tattooed up and bowed with both ends of her skirt. The tricks are just as perfect as Monica's.

But...

"Nice to meet you. Please forgive me for being so kind and very rude. I wasn't serviced at all."

One foot is missing and the apron is worn out and I see silver machines everywhere.

The same goes for the surrounding automatons.

It was broken, but he stood correctly in posture. Some of them are automatons who have lost both legs and are supported by their peers.

And even those with half their faces blowing up.

When I look around, I find that Monica's appearance is damaged, too.

"You fought?

When I glanced at them, they gave me a slightly frightened look.

"I just wanted to see how much performance it was. Anyway, the labyrinth has regenerated my“ sister ”. Besides, even thinking about serving humans, a performance evaluation was necessary. To never lose it again."

(Don't lose it? Say what -)

Monica argues.

"It's a lie! I'm jealous! I was jealous because I have a chicken bastard, this self-proclaimed“ sister ”!

The automaton, called my sister, laughs with her hands on her mouth.

"Oh, my God. Well, I won't seem to have much time, so I'll tell you soon."

Then the Automatons bowed down again.

"I can't even name my name. Too little can be told to us. Just..."

It's just...

"- I have kept a message from the eighth. It's very unpleasant for us."

When I heard of the eighth, I didn't immediately understand.

(Still, my head flutters)

Then the fourth generation.

"Lyell, it's Peridot! August Birthstone! Plus, eighth! There's something about it, in this labyrinth!

When I hold the treasure ball, Monica's sister looks at my treasure ball.

"That's another unusual memory. It is a disproportionate substitute for much and in this day and age. Whoa, that was a message. So..."

Monica's sister told me with a serious look.

"From the eighth, this is a message to you - Master Lyell.... 'Come to me if you want to know everything about Septem'. And in the end..."

(Septem... you mean Ceres!

I wondered why I knew Ceres the eighth time, but I could imagine some connection by number.

And the last message.

"-" I want you to believe Nowem ". That's it."

When I heard it, I realized I was taking Nowem's name for granted somewhere in my mind.

(I knew you knew something... Nowem)