Sword of Glutton Princess

"E, Edda...... moving around like that, are you okay now? You should still be asleep..."

"If you say it's complete, it's a lie. Rest any longer and make your body lazy is the problem. There was nothing more serious than the original, such as a physical injury. Odd's exhaustion was just pulling his tail."

Edda waves her sword gently and answers.

I want you to stop swinging blades at my benefactor's house.

"Are you sure...? I think I've been hit pretty hard."

"I don't make a nasty body like you."

That's what Edda said when she laughed with her nose.

I hope so, well, if you're well...

"You've made me brittle, too. When I was in the tribe, I never did anything to lie down and expose my weaknesses to sleep. In a seated position, sleep with the blade in one hand. If you need anything, you can swing it right away."

Mouth as Edda misses the old days.

"You can't sleep with that... I mean, I think if I went to bed, I'd drop my sword..."

"If you lose your grip and drop it, you'll wake up with that sound. While you are repeating it from a child, you can wear the art of staying half conscious and sleeping vigilantly around."

I held my forehead by my hand.

You brain-muscle tribe...... Well, I don't think there's anything to rest on.

Sure, though the Narc tribe, who live in Locke on a rolling basis in an area where no warcraft hunt has taken place, probably shouldn't live without that much vigilance.

When I talk to Edda, sometimes the Narc tribe makes me wonder if my head and body are made differently than mine.

"Anyway, I'm fine. You're worried."

"I'm still worried... You sure you're gonna be all right?

"Worrying... he's persistent. Either way, there's no respite that's eating up time for no reason. We have to make a policy and move. It would be nice to delay my actions, but if it were to be wiped out, it would be the end of the line."

Edda frowned and said so.

"Anyway, if you're awake, have a meal. If you don't eat what you eat, you won't recover. Is there any nausea or lack of appetite?

"I would say it's okay. Are you my parent?"

Edda wrestles her sword with a sigh.

"... Indeed, there is no respite that is wasting much time. If you go to the dining room, while you eat, can I ask you something? I had a few thoughts with Mani about my future plans."

Regardless, it refers to Scarlet Hirokane.

The best way for us to be fast and strong is to strengthen the Devil's Sword Belzera.

... I don't think that's the only thing that makes it difficult for me to make enemies of the magic captains.

While Edda was having a late breakfast, Mani and I gave an explanation about Scarlet Hirokane.

The Swordsman's Graveyard used to have Scarlet Hirokane.

If we still have about a minute of the magic conductor, we might find it if we go to the depths of the four basements.

"... so I think it would be ant to explore The Swordsman's Graveyard before then rather than continue on to Palmgart. It's a long story, but if we keep going to Palmgart, I'm sure we won't beat the magic captains who will be ambushing us."

Edda drinks water and listens to me with a serious face.

Celia and Robi were listening to me with an anxious face.

You both still think it's reckless to dive into The Swordsman's Graveyard.

"I see, I get the story. But there's a problem with that. I'm not making fun of you, but with that sword somewhat fortified, you can't beat them.... If Gallock had stayed, there might still have been hope."

"But there are other hands..."

"Yes. In fact, oddly enough, I was thinking of something similar"

"Similar things...? Do you have any hands?

Edda put her arms together and meditated her eyes.

"It was now obsolete, but once Narc had a test to be recognized as a leading warrior: a hole cage. One magic sword will lead you into the maze, where you will spend a few days. More than half of Narc's young warriors allegedly lost their lives"

Duh, tribes of brain muscles everywhere......

There is a tradition that a warcraft called a mantiger raises only those that have dropped my son at the bottom of the valley and crawled up.

In fact, they say it's a lie, but the Narc tribe is doing it on the ground.

"... what's wrong with that?

"It was abolished, but the hole cage is ideal for raising the level. If you push yourself to slaughter enemies stronger than yourself, such as the original level, it's easy to get up. Only the number of people who risked their lives to survive on the brink can raise the level. We just have to put ourselves in a place full of warcraft on a level higher than ourselves and take them down."

Mostly he's figured out what Edda's trying to say, and Mani, Celia, and Robi were blue-faced.

Maybe I have a similar look to them right now.

"We hunt, eat, and rest as we go inside. When the break is over, hunt the Warcraft again. It would be efficient."

"S, stop! Oh no... you're telling me to collect Scarlet Hirokane while caging?

"That's the thing. Was [LV: 37] Jildo, the magic captain? Me and Dean, at least we need to pull up close. It would be a far more painful and dangerous path than a normal hole cage. But it would be better than going to Palmgart helplessly"

"Ha, but even though you can barely expect to survive just exploring the underground four tiers, so... Even a level increase in Warcraft's saturated Swordsman's Graveyard is not enough for any number of lives..."

Mani holds his head.

"No matter how much time you have, you're not going to get to the level if you think about the danger to your life. Only the number of people who put themselves at risk increases the level. But I thought a hole cage wasn't enough, but I didn't know you might get class B metal, so that's a boat to cross. Dean, I'll work you up so you can fight the Enchantress equally."

"No matter how much, isn't that dangerous...? You don't have to rush to death..."

Robi anxiously persuades Edda.

"This is the only hand I have. If we cage, our stay in the village will grow. You'll need to renegotiate with that dickhead about it again. But I'm sure you'll have to take our suggestion more than just the real challenge of a warcraft thingy in the village."

He's going to kill me.

Edda could kill me.

I felt my face tense, but I squeezed my expression and frowned, slapping my desk with my hand.

"... okay, Edda. So let's go. I know it's reckless. But right now, we can never beat the army if we do it normally."