The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

In the Hazan Imperial Room...

Continental Conference Day Three.

Today, Doss woke up earlier than usual to slap her sister.

To pick up Orion, who is to be escorted.

This is how the escort had to get ahead of us, but for two days it was the fault of our sloppy sister who made the mistake of coming from the person being escorted to their room.

Three days in a row on a boulder tastes bad.

Orion doesn't seem angry at all, but Dos personally couldn't forgive that.

Nonetheless, Una is still a sleeping eye on the bed with Munya.

"Mm-hmm... Phew..."

Are you still sleepy when you finally woke up after hitting the "wind clap” twice earlier...

I really think Doss is going to look more and more like my dad just where I don't need him.

"... Una sister, be decent"

"Mm-hmm, you're sleepy, and your stomach is itchy..."

Una scratching her puffy belly.

Doss looses Una's body (amplifying the vibrations several times with wind magic, of course), even as she is stubborn and lazy in vain.

Or if my “wind clap” is bad, it should be a blow to the gut rupture, but I eat it and itch. What do you mean?

I wasn't going to give you much of a break for once......

Or the daily depression combined, I should have been pretty strong...

Apparently, we need to think seriously about improving our moves.

"... Una sister, get dressed"

In Doth's hands is a courtesy for escorts paid by the Holy King.

Una wears a bathrobe-inspired sleeping roll provided for her room, but she is asleep or not.

The rich skin-toned double hills visible from the gaps in the robe form a stunning valley, with no spots on exposed shoulders and bumpy tummy. An even more defenseless line of open thighs and the rest of them are visible or invisible, which in turn gives an indescribable hint of colour.

He looks so attractive that a normal man would accidentally want to push him down, but unfortunately Dos doesn't have that kind of inferiority.

Instead, I get irritated by my sister's sloppiness.

It's a disgrace.

I might say. I'm a lot more frustrated.

But patience. I don't give it a look.

"Uh-huh, Doss. How come you're early this morning? Usually Orion..."

"... Una, sister, you're supposed to be an escort, we have to go to wake you up first."

"Oh, you're right, dos... Huh..."

When Doss said to reinforce the end of the phrase slightly more than usual, he honestly nodded whether the boulder was also filled with eels.

Is that all right, sister?

That's how I get dressed and move to Orion's bedroom.

Of course, Dos did all of Una's dressing (including underwear), Una's face wash, Una's hair set, and Una's makeup.

Sister who is but left behind.

A younger brother who keeps up with his gizzard and sister.

Is that all right, Sister Ye...

Doss' stress gauge is on the other hand.

As soon as I knocked on Orion's room door, Orion came out.

They had already changed their clothes.

He is dressed in the white monastic garments of the Holy King.

"... oh? Good morning, both of you. You're early today, right?

Orion greets him with a peppered head down.

The slight end of the phrase took on a questionable shape, not because it was disgusting or anything, but simply because it surprised me.

Anyway, during this escort mission, Una never woke up faster than Orion.

"... um, I knocked him up (physically)"

"That's, well..."

"............ whoa hon"

Orion smiles with his hands on his mouth against a chest-stretching doss.

Una stared at those two with an indescribably subtle look.

"Well, shall we go?"

"... n"

"Yes."

Doss notices when she sees the Orion walking out.

(... um, soil on the hem, with?

There was slight soil on the hem part of the monastic garment.

"... n, Orion, dirt on the hem"

That said Doss, bending by the Orion and paying off the soil on the hem.

"Oh? Is that true? When..."

"... um, you went out?

"... no. Maybe there's some potted soil in the room."

"... yes"

"O, Orion. My purifying magic can do a clean laundry, right?

Una raises her hand just to restore her honor.

"... Una sister, you mean you can be naked to Orion here?

"Ah..."

Purifying magic is like washing magic. I can still wear my clothes, but if my underwear gets wet, I prefer to use it with my clothes off.

There was no one nearby when I used it for dos in the Erdo wilderness before, so I used it as is, but it is bouldered to use in front of the public.

"Um... no matter how much I say I can't see either... the..."

Orion's cheeks stain Zhu with mojo and a little embarrassment.

Rejected, of course.

"... it's not very dirty, and I think it's okay as it is"

"Oh really... ugh..."

Then the three of us start moving to have breakfast.

No heart or Una's back was lonely.

My sister's majesty?

What, is that delicious?

As an example on the way, the pig - also joins Sir Schwein and his escorts and heads to the dining room.

The floor set for breakfast was still busy today with representatives and officials from various countries.

Breakfast in the form of a buffet takes into account the food situation in each country, or dishes from various countries are arranged.

The level of food culture in the Hazan Empire is top notch on the continent.

It would also be possible to serve dishes that are familiar to each country, if it were to be the hub of that country.

This has considerably affected the distribution by the transfer gates of the earth dungeons.

Earth dungeons have an impact on national strongholds.

Anyway, even during the Continental Conference, the Unas, the Orions, would be grateful to be able to eat the cuisine of the familiar Holy King.

Una, by the way, is an orthodox with bread and blue bean soup, plus a cob pork bacon salad.

Doss is the same, and then we split Orion's share together.

Normally, the escort waits behind him while his employer eats, but on the first day of the escort, he asks us to eat together, and since then, the unas have been eating together.

I sit there because there was an empty table facing the terrace at the window.

Subtle Doss places Sir Schwein in the window seat.

It was literally a meat wall when there was a raid.

Even if the pig dies, Doth's heart doesn't hurt as much as her pores.

"Phew Phew - the meal here is still delicious...... I don't know what the hell you're cooking, I can't help but wonder."

Sir Schwein (the pig) grins full face as he cheeks a massively served meat dish over the tray.

Creepy.

"Oh, Lord Schwein, I know it's delicious, but it's got bacon on its cheek, right?

That's what Orion says. He sweeps bacon (pig) off the cheek of a pig (Sir Schwein) with a napkin.

Orion is blind, but can perceive the surrounding situation more than a normal person through five senses or magic sensations.

There is no point in taking a pig (bacon) on the cheek of a pig.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry about this, dude, dude."

"No, never mind"

"Oh, Orion, the fruit over here is delicious, too. Would you like some?

"Oh, so can I have one, too?

"Oh, hey, can I have one for the wax, too, huh?"

"There's plenty of them, so it's okay."

A friendly dining landscape of two beauties (once Una is also a beauty) with a howling pig.

It's a heartwarming sight just to watch.

It heals Doss's tired heart.

(... it looks like people are feeding pigs)

Looks like a tourist who visited a pig farm.

Shipping Yikes.

I get that feeling when I stick around.

All this time, Doss's heart is loose.

"... um... that?

Secondly, Dos puts his neck up.

Now I feel something uncomfortable.

What the fuck?

Doss looks around.

There are just officials from every country who eat thoughtfully.

"What's the matter, Doss?

Una asks as she cheeks on the salad.

Looks like a hamster.

......... for once, it's my sister.

"........................ nothing"

There are no abnormalities, especially in the surroundings.

Dos resumed his meal as he continued his vigilance around him.

In the meantime - "it” came.

"Hey, can I sit with you?

That's how one woman sat down in front of the Dos.

Be alert.

Don't hesitate.

Unmanipulative.

Doss' vigilance then passes.

'She' sat in front of her.

The voice was an unimpressive, mediocre woman's voice.

When I saw it, there was a woman with mediocre looks wearing black edge glasses as expected.

I'm not wearing an escort.

Alone.

And Doss looked familiar to that face.

(... Mm, sure... of the representatives of the Kingdom of Bolhelic...)

I knew his face, but I never talked to him directly.

It's a woman who really doesn't have the characteristics when she looks up close.

When Doss and I gazed, she grinned and cheered.

It's a laugh that I'm going to forget right away, like I'm not impressed.

"Nice to meet you, Holy Kingdoms. That and Sir Schwein of the Seldo Nation. My name is Leonaroid Reynolds. I represent the Bolhelic kingdom."

Once he rises from his seat, and relaxes in honor of his nobility, Lenaloid raises his name.

Orion was the first to react to that.

"Lenaloid... Really, you are from the Bolhelic kingdom..."

Orion seemed to devise something for a moment, but immediately took a seat, put his hand on his chest and smile.

It's the way nuns greet each other in the Holy Kingdom.

Likewise, Sir Schwein rises.

"Sorry I'm late to say hello. This is Orion Curler, one of the representatives of the Holy Kingdom."

"I'm Schwein O'Hough Runlaan, the representative of the State of Cerdo. Go ahead, get to know me. I've heard so much about you."

"No, this is the reputation of your two countries."

Exchange of national representatives.

It's just diplomacy.

I can't feel any hostility around me.

Doss resumed the meal while being vigilant about her surroundings.

In the meantime, a voice echoed in Doss's head.

- You were definitely Doss from Golem Homncrus, weren't you?

"- Eh."

The same voice echoes in my head as before.

This is a call of thought.

At the end of his gaze, there is one woman there who talks to the two of them unchanged.

I should be talking to someone other than myself, but for some reason, Dos seemed to only look at me like he was pointing a cockroach at me.

And at the next moment,

Eli, did you hear about yesterday from Elibel Lebenhertz?

Convinced.

The woman in front of us knows about ourselves.

It was noticed.

Since when on earth?

Where were they keeping their eyes open?

No, this woman said Elibel.

I mean, did Elibel tell you about ourselves?

Are you a collaborator?

Then why did you raise your name at this time?

No, this woman is the representative of the Bolhelic kingdom.

It's a country that once raided its own dungeons.

So you're the enemy after all?

If so, what do we do?

End of story here? There's no way I can do that.

So, what do we do?

Our own qualities are known.

Turn it off? When? How?

Source first?

Or...

Various thoughts rush through Doss's head in an instant.

"... what is it, Mr. Doss?

"... eh"

I heard an unexpected voice.

Orion talks to me about whether my upset has come to light.

In that voice, Doss realized she was immersed in thought.

Stabilize the spirit. A few moments will suffice.

All right. I'm calm.

"... n, nothing"

"Really, I was worried about something."

"...... I was just still a little sleepy, I'm fine now"

"Whoa, whoa, maybe you're getting tired? It's the third day of the Continental Conference, and all the escorts may be exhausted."

'Look, that's how you have to pretend to be calm when you make thoughtful calls in public.' Cause you'll be around soon enough. '

The same voice sounds in the brain at the same time as it reaches the ear.

Looks like a broken stereo.

Not to mention Doss thought which mouth would say that, but don't say that.

It just confuses the place.

While continuing the conversation with the Orions, Lenaloid's thought call is sent.

"... who are you?

Doss' voice was full of vigilance.

It's an ideological call, so it's not on the table, but the emotion is passed on to the other person.

But the voice of the opposing Leonaroid is surprisingly gentle.

I don't even have a piece of vigilance.

"Uh, is that a tease? Eli, aren't you telling me anything about me?

Lenaloid continues in a tone that feels like he's here.

'Well, don't be alarmed. I need you to tell Eli what you couldn't tell her yesterday. Oh, don't worry, I won't be sensed around you when it comes to this thought call. Anyway, the sensing of the' Sacred Cabinet 'in front of you is also accurate. Hehe, that would be awesome'

……

Whereas the situation hadn't swallowed Doss, laughed and Leonaroid threw the bread on his plate into his mouth in chisels.

We are continuing our dialogue with Orion and Sir Schwein as we have our breakfast.

... only on the surface.

'First thing first, I'm not the enemy. Don't worry there.'

'... um, what's the rationale?

'Mm-hmm. And I want you to decide whether you're an enemy or an ally until you hear the end of the story.... because this call doesn't incorporate a thought inducing technique like Lias.'

"...... n"

Hiragi Dos glances at the una next door.

Nothing unusual.

(... Mm, Una, my sister has been sent this woman's, thoughtful call, and she's not...?

In anticipation of such a Doss question, I get a thought call again.

'Oh, I'm telling you, I didn't send her a thought call over there. Because if you're that kid, you'll probably be scattered all around you soon. I thought you were better suited. "

Completion, convincing.

Sure, Una would say, the moment your voice arrives, "What is this voice? Huh!? Where the hell are you from!? It's not hard to imagine him flashing his surroundings by saying," or anything like that.

Cheng Cheng, the woman in front of you looks mediocre, but the observational eyes around it seem to be excellent.

At least not fooled by Una's sister's outer surface, enough to see out how her inner pompous is.

Doss slightly upwards modifies the rating of the woman in front of her.

'Well, fortunately, you still have time. Let's talk about it from the beginning.'

That being said, Leonaroid began to talk about the circumstances so far in his thoughts call.

Exchange of information in ideological calls is much shorter than in real time.

In a few minutes, Doss will be sent a dizzying amount of information in his head.

Every time I understood and organized its contents, Doss struggled to pretend to be calm.

Time for a meal that should rest slowly turns into a place of tension.

Especially since it's only about Doss and Leonaroid's brain.

The surrounding area is as pleasant as ever.

Lena Lloyd has an unfathomable chat with Orion and Sir Schwein, and her sister Una is cheeky with fruit.

Just one.

Only Dos didn't know what he was eating from the middle of nowhere.

I was just working, mechanically carrying breakfast into my mouth.

People won't notice you around, just shut up.

And then a few minutes later...

Around the time Dos finished his last bite of bread, he finished hearing the whole story.

'... n, honestly, I don't believe it'

"That's right."

It was all pretty suspicious, to be honest, but let's just leave that out.

Because what she really wants to talk about is probably coming.

Tightening his mind in his brain, Doss turned to the woman in front of him - the Leonaroid.

'Yeah, that's a good look. Shall we get back to the' business', then? It's about your dungeons, so listen to me. '

While poking at the last bite of the salad with a fork, Lenaloid began to tell Doss' the real deal '.

Next to it, by the way, Lord Schwein was replacing the raw ham.

After all, it is a shared meal.