The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!?

"Hinooooooo!!

"Porch! Do something about that!

"It's impossible, isn't it! It's a bunch of Grand Centres in Rank S!? He's dead! Master will do it!

We run. While being chased by a herd of half-beast horse-shaped monsters, also known as Centaur.

A monster that was said to be on the verge of extinction with fewer and fewer numbers, but you're where you are.

"Don't be silly! I'm the last fort!

"Why is the fort running away at first sight!

"Ugh! Ten lives wouldn't be enough if we were dealing with that! So............... how many heads are there!?

"You can't afford to look back! Surely there must have been twenty heads at the last stage I saw them! More than that!

"What!?

"Where the hell are we?!?

The two of us chasing after the Grand Centres in the meadows.

Porch's voice echoes, but you can't respond from me.

At that time, we did go into that dungeon where we lived for hundreds of years, the home of nostalgia, the land of the beginning.

Within the dungeon, there were a significant number of monsters, but not as dangerous as the entrance.

But... why the hell are we flying from the dungeon to the meadows and being chased by Grand Centres?

That's true... when I walked into the deepest room I used for the lab.

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"You're finally here."

"Yeah, that's the last time in this room."

"Looks like there aren't any monsters either............ but there's nothing here either?

"Is that under that pile of garbage or something?

At the end of my front leg, I left it here when I left it. There were bottom-up materials and old alchemy tools.

Surely I can't ignore the possibility of Porch saying...?

"Ho, Hwahlwind"

A pile of crap floats by magic, and the land beneath shows itself.

"... nothing, huh?

"Was that really a dream or something?

"It can't be. Me and Pooch ever have the same dream?

"Yeah, a few times."

"... well, it seems like we've lived together for over eight hundred years - eh!? What the fuck!?"

"Yep! I did feel the magic start now! What the hell is this!?

Pin your ears and Porch says. Me and Porch deposit each other's backs with nature in a move we're used to.

It is the exit of the room and there is no pressure from the entrance. This dungeon should be empty now, except for me and Porch. There can't be anyone.

I sensed a magical activation, but I can't confirm its existence.

Even though there are no signs, there is a sense of oppression that the magic is imminent. I felt a cold sweat on my back, and that's when Porch's fangs peeled out, there was a strong sound running around the room, no, around the dungeon.

A sharp, high screaming crack that splits your ear. The sound is slowly approaching us.

"Is it a trap!?

"No, there was no sign of that! I checked every room in the dungeon! There was no problem here either!

"You must have missed it! Stupid Master!"

"That's not true! What... What!?

Magic formations that suddenly appear. Appeared crawling out of the floor, walls and ceiling. What the hell is this!?

"What is that magic formation?!? Too much information to decipher!? What a small group of characters..."

"Oh, I can't even read it! This ridiculous amount of information, you can't start using all my magic!

"Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy. Do the magic of the master... who the hell!?

"I don't know that! But apparently this is the right thing to do on the trap!

"Have you missed it, after all! Big stupid master!

"It's a supermassive installation magic formation set up all over the dungeon!? I need to find out what's inside the wall.

"Who the hell can paint a magic formation inside a wall!?

Porch realizes for himself, as he says himself. That was the same for me.

"" Ah. "

Who led us this far in the first place?

Of course Warren once said it, but it still ends up with that grandfather.

And what was that old man saying about himself?

God's use...... I did say that. Then it was the grandfather who set this up... or it existed on top of it... God.

"is activated - Ugh!?

The converging magic wraps us through the magic formation and turns us into a sphere.

"Porch!"

"Master!"

Both hands and forelegs, palms flat and meatballs together scream.

We lost consciousness when we were wrapped in flashes of light and we couldn't even see the presence of the pouch in the front.

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"... are you there?

"Probably..."

If you notice, you don't know where it is. I woke up in the meadow, and they attacked me right after I woke up Porch.

In the woods we reached, we moved quietly through the shadows of the rocks to hide and lurk, and we whispered and breathed.

But...

"Giiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!

An aggressive body. The body reacts on its own, even unintentionally. The sound of fear that will blow up every belly organ.

Both me and Porch could only cuddle to the gravitational pressure that arrived from above.

I can't raise my face. Only the eyes, only the eyeballs move up and capture their appearance.

"Ma....................................................................."

"Quiet... breathe... stop"

An anomaly caught by four eyes.

Big as a mountain, magnificently feathered, will knock everyone who sees down to the bottom of fear. The fighting power, which would also allow the flock of Grand Centres to escape barefoot, outweighs that orgy king as well.

A giant dragon with scales similar to gold. Super Dangerous Monster's Yellow Dragon. Separate from Heavenly Beast's Yellow Dragon, it is such a powerful monster that it is said to be the apex of Rank SS.

That's why...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The Yellow Dragon, who landed rocking the earth, saw this one for a moment if he was noticing us, but he immediately glanced over. Is that... where the yellow dragon flew in?

I mean... no, I mean nothing... at the end of that gaze... who made Huang Long look like this?

I just wanted to wish you the best............ our lives are in danger. You can't be confused here.

Me one step back on my back leg. Porch is already clinging to my back.

Do you have a demon to shield your husband, you idiot?

But, well, I can tell you there's no other way to look at that.

Step... step back again. All right, you're doing well. As soon as the figure of the Yellow Dragon hides in a large tree, I turn my back and start running with all my might. I didn't care about directions or the way I came or anything like that, I just left myself to my survival instincts and ran until I let him out of breath again.

On the way, Porch slapped me in the ass like he was whipping me on a horse, but I want you to run. I want to tell you.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, why are there all those powerful monsters!?

"While the master was running, we got all the monsters with average rank A in sight!?

Stabilize your breathing while holding your chest and check the situation around you.

"I hope we got into some weird caves for now......... not here, some kind of nest or something, huh?

To my fear, Porch moves his nose.

"... it's okay. It doesn't smell like beasts or monsters from here on out. But..."

"But what?

Tell him to hurry, and he'll get that answer back from behind the cave.

This is - people's attention!?

"Who are you guys?

I was still there. I guess Porch wanted to tell you this.

It was a neutral voice, but I saw the outline of my body in the shadows, and I found out that the figure was a woman. But I can't relieve you because you're a woman.

Being alert to one woman approaching in skilled footsteps, I also feel signs from the entrance behind me. No, you're right to say you were already behind this when you felt it.

I have a sword tip on my throat from behind, and my pouch is stiffened. Apparently, I didn't even notice this one.

Me and Porch dropping wands and raising their hands. It's not good to irritate. Listening to identity means making sure it's harmful.

The person behind the tickle and cleverly moving the tip of the sword said quietly.

"Answer the question."

I guess I'm telling you to answer the question the woman threw at you. Apparently, it's the man behind it.

If you don't answer... you're going to kill me. This. That's how killer I am.

"- Oh, I..."

"I'm Shilo! That's my husband Pore!

Porch's pseudonym, to which I replied, was a name I had heard somewhere.