Sword of Glutton Princess

"But finally, Dean, you're a full adventurer, too. So? There's something emotional about it."

Mr. Hyodle nods.

"Yeah, well, I'm actually thinking of taking Edda to the Devil's Cave tomorrow."

Mr. Hyodle is a first-rate adventurer.

Even though Edda and Yara are swordsmen of the Narc tribe, they won't have the level of power to fight shoulder to shoulder with Mr. Hyodor.

Perhaps Mr. Hyodle is taking Edda to teach her common sense, every decision in the Demonic Labyrinth, the Stone, etc.

"The Devil's Cave" …? You're a little far from the city of Romaburg. "

But The Devil's Cave is not very popular with adventurers.

There are many warcraft with troublesome fighting techniques and warcraft of the undead lineage that make fighting bones really cheap, and their taste as a hunting ground is weak.

Mr. Hyodle smiles and puts his mouth closer to my ear.

"... I don't want you to say anything else because this is classified information, but I actually have a sighting of a Class C demon called The Mineral Demon Solas. He's a masked, creepy guy. A user of the aggressive Smelting Magic Alchemy, he manipulates the soil and emits countless spears. He's a pain in the ass, adding poison gas attacks in the subtle magic Matter."

"And give me a C-level demon...? So, are you okay?

I'm not worried about Mr. Hyodle.

However, teaching Edda about the Demonic Labyrinth should be the real deal this time.

Not knowing enough about the Labyrinth, she wondered if it would be a trap.

The golden snail I hunted with Mani, Gold My Mai, is also a Class C, but he is known as the Warcraft of good experience because he is an unusual weakness in Class C.

I've never fought a warcraft with the strength of a Class C.

Originally, at the point of grade C, it is stronger than the Battlerat Moose by more than one turn.

Perhaps even Belzevute, who gained tentative initial flesh in Petit Demordi with limited powers, will find it difficult to kill enemies above level C.

... and the devil is stronger than the Warcraft.

Instead of being able to fight without fighting bones, you can manipulate magic because you have a demonic nucleus.

Regardless, magic is more complex and troublesome in nature than fighting.

It's also hard to take care of.

Because endurance, aggression, and speed depend on magic, the value of abilities is constant and there are no gaps.

"Huff, fine, Edda, you do it, too. And most importantly, there's me."

Mr. Hyodle makes it look light.

That's Mr. Hyodle.

"So, if you like, Dean, why don't you join us for a dive into The Devil's Cave?

"Oh, me!? No, I'm very much in Mr. Hyodle's role..."

"I'm glad you started walking down the swordsman's path that you dreamed of. I might be able to give you some advice, and I'd love to dive into the Demonic Labyrinth again with you. Dean, you look like the old me, so I'm sure you'll make it."

Mr. Hyodle has a more adult colorful grin.

Oh, me and Mr. Hyodle, shoulder to shoulder and wave the Magic Sword...

I get a little carried away...... no, but I'd love to go. I want to go!

"Wait, Hyodle. That's a different story."

Edda was listening to Hyodle and my long story in a murderous manner, but she interrupted when she heard I was accompanying the Demonic Labyrinth attack.

Pale voice, but I feel angry somewhere.

"Indeed, I do not know how to behave as an adventurer affiliated with the Alliance. I appreciate all the advice, but if that's the case, I'll let you go down. It is unacceptable to involve low levels of non-combatant ascent"

I came with a little cock. I'm still [LV: 20]. Gilbard and Morgan are beyond. Sure, I have little legitimate combat experience, but I have at least the power to just stand up to multiple Class D opponents. It shouldn't be a shortage this time.

"... you, just now, are a little overwhelmed by your benefactor, Mr. Hyodle..."

As I tried to get out, Mr. Hyodle reached out and took control of me.

"Edda, think about it. Adventurers are expected to cooperate. Some warcraft cannot be defeated by themselves, and they will need personnel to keep their luggage while they fight. Environmentalists are a must if you want to dive deep, and if you want to cross the day, you'll need a white demon mentor who can heal your injuries. If you want to collect ore, you need a miner."

…………

"Naturally, some of them mix up with people who don't care. I don't have the right personality, I'm aiming for something different, I think differently... well, the causes of the conflict are many different. Some of them are looking to use the others. Dean, you're a sweet, honest, hot good guy. You can't even work with him. You better give up being an adventurer."

"... it's troubling. I only have this sword."

Edda turns a blind eye to the magical guiding sword she bears.

Mr. Hyodle sticks his arm forward and pinpoints his index finger upwards.

"All right! Adventurers know one thing, make friends with your peers, yeah!

"Out! Mr. Hyodle's Adventurer Savvy!

I lift my fist a lot.

Even when you hired me as a haulier, this is how you used to teach adventurers how to feel.

Because the content and order are determined by the air at that time, the numbers may not make much sense.

"I never really talked about it, but Dean loves Mr. Hyodle..."

Mouth as if the mani was a little frightened.

"I don't like herds."

Edda wrinkles between her eyebrows.

... he looks like a pain in the ass.

But that's Mr. Hyodle.

I instantly ambushed Edda.

No, originally inviting me might have had the aim of letting Edda interact with the other adventurers.

Were you thinking that far?

What a wide field of view.

I'm just talking to Mr. Hyodle, and somehow I feel like I can see why he could have made it as an adventurer.

I want to be someone who depends on me as much as this.