Sevens

Bayme underground labyrinth.

Moving up to 20 floors underground, we spent days fighting demons while securing supply routes to the ground and 20 floors underground.

We have a large room in the main unit, waiting for a preaching order coming from the surrounding troops to give us instructions.

General Blower sighed as he sat down.

"It's hard to maintain a cohesive group in an environment where enemies strike from all directions. Besides, it's hard to send troops to the ground. We collect the demonic material and the demonic stones, and we bring the supplies here as we carry them to the ground. This is what all adventurers did."

It's huge, I'm just busy with a lot of things, and basically I do everything at one party. Sure, it's tough, but it wouldn't be as tough as General Blower thinks.

"This one's just too big, because it would do everything in a smaller group if it were supposed to. Well, it depends on that party."

General Blower looks around.

"I'm losing my sense of time, too. Plus, we're putting the injured and the post-growth guys to rest in separate rooms...... that's really hard. This should make adventurers struggle. Aren't they like people who specialize in fighting effectively in narrow spaces? I would have been more vigilant if I'd known."

I was in trouble when they did that, but the battlefield was certainly too different from that of the soldiers. Within such a headquarters, a decree rushed in.

"Command! Second Squadron has discovered the Hierarchist! In this way, the passageway..."

Me and General Blower will check the notes the order brought. Pass that to the Valkyrie II and I'll write it down on the map.

I'm looking at the map.

"Now you've almost completed the map of the basement twenty levels."

With his hands on his chin, General Blower looks at the map.

"... the passage changes over a period of time, even if it is completed because of it. This map will be useless too after a while as it is. What a waste."

I'm on my way to number one.

"I'm leaving. You could take them down if you surrounded them in a group, but you forced them too far into boulders. Let's give it a rest and go straight to the 21st basement."

It's in a way that you only get where you take down the boss, but it basically doesn't create the feeling that you've been sidelined by knights and soldiers who aren't adventurers. Rather, does it feel like less work?

Holding a katana in his left hand, No. 1 in blue armor shook the gold twin tail slightly and nodded. Monica has a similar appearance, and the big difference is that her breasts are small - or not.

Damian said it was great.

"We're here for you."

General Blower is rising out of his chair.

"If you can, Lord, I'd like you to bring an escort."

I lower my sheath to the waist while attaching it to the fitting.

"It's not necessary. Besides, this hierarchy can still handle one person."

The surroundings seemed so frightened of me, but I have defeated the hierarchical owner several times - the boss, and he didn't speak out.

While General Blower sat in a chair and covered his face with his hands.

"Well, it is. I feel like they say they can't rely on me because there's some intent here."

I thought about it a little bit, but now it would have been better if no one was around.

"... let's do that next time. Let's go."

I left the room with number one, and I touched the treasure ball. While the third generation looked at the knights and soldiers around them.

'Well, it won't be funny. But you should hide the trump card until the end. Many people still don't know if they're enemies or allies.'

The seventh generation shares the same opinion.

'A lot of people let their mouths slip. If Lyell is not the boss in this hierarchy, he won't be able to test his strength.'

I wanted to keep some of my hands hidden now. I can't use my skills against my father, either. If you're going to think ahead, you can only hide your hand tags.

When I walked out with No. 1, I continued on the shortest route to the boss's waiting room.

- Count Rabel Baghdia.

He was close to a woman who, within the Royal Castle of Rufence, had announced her engagement to Lyell, or was such a relationship.

Even though the women out there can't, Shannon and Liane, who work in the royal castle, can easily meet.

Besides, Monica, who works as a maid, was able to find it as soon as she searched the hallway.

Liane can't walk much out of her own office. Shannon was being made to help within the royal castle and it was easy to tell where he was for the price.

It was Baldoor who warned of the labels approaching those women. Still, I find a ravel in the hallway talking to the other knights, and Baldoor approaches.

"Count! What do you mean? During this busy time, such as going under a woman's feet without attending training...... why not avoid behaviour that is suspected of infidelity?

If you try Baldoor, Lyell is a solid successor to the main muscle before the Alliance Lord. Currently, I also admire my parents' intentions as my lord. While there was no such Lyell, Rabel was uncomfortable heading to the women's place.

Then, Rabel, who had two knights, shrugged his shoulders.

"This is Lord Baldoor. Think about that? That's sad. I am still the knight of Bansaim. Moreover, the exit of the royal family of direct counts. Outside the heart, such as being suspected of infidelity. Besides, isn't that suspicion taken as not trusting your fiancées?

Baldoor felt as if the part about direct subordination contained the meaning of "Walt family jury style" in the dark.

"Shouldn't we be cautious about confusing behavior? Besides, why aren't you in training?

The brittleness of the collecting population is noticeable because it has grown too large.

At the Royal Castle of Rufence, which lacked Lyell and Blower, he was beginning to lose his mind. Blore is a Banseim general from the beginning and his men are all there, and even to Lyell, he beats Banseim to the point of saying he doesn't like it on the battlefield.

We both have a proven track record, and the absorbed soldiers just have to shut up. It's just that other soldiers get distracted in Baldoor.

Rather than say that they have less track record, it is because they hide in the shadows of the Lyells and their achievements are less noticeable. At the same time, there was also the position of a jury of the Walt family, which was seen in a dignified manner by the nobles around him.

One of the knights Ravel is taking with him, tongue-beating.

"Shit, there's a jury affair"

With that said, the occasion began to create a swordswallowing atmosphere. There is also a will in Baldoor.

"... at the minute of the defeated soldiers, etc., you seem to want to be told. He said he was brought to life by Lord Lyell's grace."

The atmosphere became worse with each other, and it was the knights, the surroundings of the label, who reached for the sword of their hips, that came first.

But Monica shows up in a place like that.

"Dear Baldoor, Dear Liane is here for you. He said to come to the office immediately."

Monica also calls Liane "Dear" in front of her surroundings. With such a Monica appearance, the four of them take their hands off the sword pattern.

Ravel against Baldoor.

"I can't show you blood in front of your wife."

It's as if it was Baldoor who was slashed, but on a three-on-one basis, the boulders had bad minutes. And Baldoor.

(Did you get a little blood on your head? We need to be calmer)

Busy, and reflecting that Baldoor also lacked calm in his provoking opponents, Monica watched the three Labels on their backs. Baldoor, look at Monica like that.

"Excuse me. I'm going to Mr. Liane immediately."

Just, Monica says.

"No, it's no problem because it's a lie. Well, they told me to. You may leave them alone."

To Monica's words like that, Baldoor has a serious look on his face.

"Then discipline will loosen. In fact, their actions were beyond sight, and as they were, when Lady Lyell returned..."

Monica says this with no expression when she turns her face to Baldoor.

"No problem. We'll have everything cleared up by the time the chickens get back. Lord Baldoor will have no problem if you do your job as usual. And I hope you don't act too recklessly. If anything, the chicken bastard will grieve."

Baldoor could only drop off Monica walking away saying that -.

"I don't have a problem leaving it... no way"

It was a big room.

It's wider than the aisle we've been walking in, and the ceiling is higher. The walls, ceilings, and the stones embedded on the floor were glittering, but without enough light they had lanterns in No. 1, the Valkyrie.

I was running around with a katana in my right hand against the monster - Minotaur - the master of the big room.

In addition to a giant nearly twice as fast as a person, it also felt like a wall running at the speed of his feet.

"If it's this on the boulder, don't let the dead die. Even if you bump it, if you're not sharp and hardened, the damage will be terrific.

He was caught up and Minotaur's shaken up big stick shook down on the floor. Crashing into the floor doesn't break the stick, it's choosing the floor.

However, the floor is also back to normal as soon as time passes. Nevertheless...

"It only looks like wood, but is that really a stick?

When questioned, Minotaur was shaking the cow's head to the side and his mouth was wide open. My spit splattered around me and my red eyes seemed glowing.

Such a minotaur's body has numerous scars. I put it on.

A third generation of voices can be heard from within the treasure balls.

"Thank you for being tough. Because it's just right for practice. Well, Lyell. '

I was told to focus my consciousness again. Focus and activate your skills.

"... warp"

Without avoiding the stick that has been swinging on the horizontal giraffe, when I activated my seventh generation skills, I made an instant move from the spot to the back of the minotaur. I could see the spark if the stick scraped to the floor, but I was looking at Minotaur's head and I waved down the katana.

"Still shallow"

Attack after moving. It seemed easy and very difficult. Seventh generation gives me advice.

'Better than earlier. Get the hang of it. Well, it still seems difficult to use continuously.'

Formerly a seventh generation skill. From the point of view of him, he would look awkward and can't help it. Anyway, if a skill is used by someone other than himself, it's something else, from the consumption of magic to the loads involved in its use.

The consumption of magic is greater and the load is greater. Formerly a dedicated skill for one human being. If you're forcing yourself to use that, it's weirder not to have a problem.

Slash a few centimetres deep from the minotaur's neck to back a little diagonally for about a meter, but the opponent still had no sign of falling.

He growls and gives me a back fist with his left hand when he turns back.

It took the form of receiving in the air and used the opponent's attack as it was to take a great distance.

Then, one came ahead of where I landed. I'm rolling out a binder like a wing on my back, and if I can't move, I guess I'm trying to protect it.

I'm on that one.

"Number three doesn't even come tight. I tried number four before, so give me number five."

Copy that, sir.

When one of the binders opened, there were a few katanas in there. When number one takes out the number five of the katana stored alternately up and down, they give it to me.

Handing the katana he had to No. 1, he resumed the chase so as to keep moving and attract Minotaur.

The third generation cares about my katana.

'I've got some subtly different things for you, but I figured number five would be good? The attack is sharp from the outside. "

In the use, number five does stick. I've tried the others, but you'll definitely be right at number five. The feeling when you grip it, the feeling when you slash it - all, it sticks.

"I'll have one finished based on number five when I get back. But before that."

Looking back at the minotaurs chasing me, I used a warp of skill, waiting for the opponent to attack me as it were.

I've been doing the same thing over and over again, so I've been swinging the stick backwards immediately to see if I've learned Minotaur.

But...

"I'm sorry to hear that. But thanks to you, I got the hang of it."

The impending stick is empty. Moving to a slightly higher position, I flashed Katana to the side looking at Minotaur looking this way and opening her eyes as she fell -.

The cow's head danced to the universe.

Trying to land and sheath Katana...

"Oh, this was a different katana sheath"

It didn't fit well and I decided to call number one and keep the katana. A staircase emerges to the basement where a body of minotaurs spraying blood from his neck was blocked when he fell backwards.

No. 1 retrieved my katana and carefully wiped the blood off the blade as it was and into the sheath.

"Excellent work, my lord"

I'm looking at number one.

"'Your husband' on the same face as Monica... you're so uncomfortable"

Same face as Monica. However, to keep the expression from appearing yet, it remains faceless. But you don't call me a chicken bastard, Monica - I'm only uncomfortable.

Then, No. 1 says.

"I don't have trouble being made with that pompous trick. But if you don't like it, you can keep me on your side."

No expression, but it's still an automaton. It was Monica's kind. I'm sure the automaton is broken or not, but it's this kind of personality.

"What the hell did the ancients who made you guys think to be of such a character..."

The mystery of the ancients only deepens. Well, it's none of my business right now.