Almark, when he puts the lamp on the floor, takes a distance from the twitch and the delugan.
Even if you have a longsword for your favorite use, you don't know if you can win, but now Almark is a round back.
Delugan looked at Almark with his red cloudy eyes.
Almark knows.
Under those red eyes, hidden in bladed furrows, Derugan has two more pairs of eyes.
Too ugly shaped organ to call it an eye, but from what it does, it's nothing but call it an eye.
Delugan opened his mouth slowly.
The expression open, rather than distorted, may be more accurate.
In the first impossible jaw movement if it was a dog or a wolf, Delugan opened his mouth oddly.
From its mouth, an unpleasant sound leaks.
Ugly sounds like ringing, like words from different worlds.
Almark's whole body grows furious at the sound of it, like it gathers all the discomfort that man feels.
Delugan slowly rises as he makes a sound.
Again, it's pretty small.
Almark thought.
The one I came across in the North Forest was over Almark's back length when he stood up on four legs.
But the one in front of me now is far from Almark's back length.
It's only about the size of a slightly larger wolf.
Delugan gently lifts his right forefoot.
At that moment, Almark threw his body to the right. I feel tremendous wind pressure from the left.
Delugan's nails were deciding on the space where Almark was standing until just now.
There's no reason for these guys to attack humans.
Even, with their claws, with their fangs, with their blade-like body hair, they chop humans up.
Almark stays rolling and gets up at a distance.
Delugan, who slowly saw Almark, again distorted his mouth.
!!
Again, Almark jumps away, scratching Derugan's nails with a sweep.
This awesome speed. Slow and sudden significant drop. That's one of Delugan's horrors.
What do I do?
Recovering from the first upset, Almark calculates desperately in his head.
There is not a single chance that you can defeat Derugan with a round waist.
The only way for Almark to survive is through that tree door and run away.
Why is there a Derugan here? That question is second to none.
Let's just survive this place and think about it later.
Almark thought about Morgen waiting on the stairs.
If I scream out loud, would it sound like Morgen?
Help. At least get the long sword out of my room.
At that moment, Almark jumped back into the sidelines, but the reaction was slightly delayed.
Though the claw blow was deflected, the right shoulder was torn apart and the blood splashed irreplaceably until its blade-like hair.
Delugan slowly turns back to Almark, who got up quickly.
No.
Almark thought.
Expecting people's help blunts the sense of trying to survive within you.
It is now a matter of life to turn your consciousness to something other than yourself and the person in front of you.
Let's forget about Morgen for a moment. At any rate, at this depth, no voice will reach either.
Almark made up his mind.
The wooden door, the only exit from this space, was now situated just halfway between Almark and Derugan.
The door cannot be pushed and opened from here. I have to pull it open.
Escape operations will require two steps beyond the inability of the artist to hit the door and roll out.
First, get close to that door, pull the handle and open it.
Second, escape through there to the next basement.
Perhaps he will be attacked by Delugan between the first and second. How can you keep it away from the door?
Derugan's neck moves loosely.
Coming.
Almark flies a blow from Derugan's claw.
Now.
Run over to the door.
Pull the door handle hard with your left hand.
The door is frightening.
"Become"
Why.
That moment of stunning creates a deadly gap.
Shit.
With regret, I try to fly to the side without having time to see Derugan.
but it was too late.
Derugan's nails tear off Almark's clothes.
Scatter blood from your chest, whisk and distance your blade-like body hair.
Delugan crooks his mouth.
Fucking laugh.
Almark spit all over. There is mixed blood.
Why is the door that opened so easily just now even frightening?
I'm sure there's a reason.
But I don't care now.
Think of ways to survive.
Delugan slowly takes a step forward. Almark flew to the side.
The nails cut the sky, and Derugan gives that odd voice again.
Again.
Almark throws himself on the floor and jerks off Derugan's attack.
Delugan distorts his mouth and makes an odd noise. The voice is louder than it was earlier.
I'm here.
Almark thought.
Don't run away from me. Give up and die in despair.
I guess you're saying that a lot.
Almark turns back to Delugan.
Focus.
Focus, Almark.
Live.
Delugan threw up like a breath. A gizzard fang peeks through its mouth.
Come on.
Almark concentrated all his nerves on Derugan's movements.
My forefoot nails, on the stone floor, make a small noise.
Coming.
Almark saw Delugan fly up.
But it didn't work.
I ate and tied my teeth and endured fear.
I saw Delugan approaching me in an instant and his face ugly and distorted.
I saw two ugly pairs of eyes beneath a blade of fur staring at Almark with all sorts of sticky tears.
After pulling that far, Almark flew towards Derugan.
Lower your posture and jump under its belly.
Around the back of the Derugan, along with the feeling of being chopped up all over the body.
At the same time, there was a loud collision.
Right behind Almark, there was a wooden door.
Almark aimed to destroy the door with Derugan himself by drawing Derugan's attack to the brink.
Almark, who gave him a bloody face, found out, however, that the operation had produced unexpected results.
Delugan had destroyed the wooden door and had been fitted in there as it was.
Blade-like body hair is catastrophic, and they are intricately eating into the walls, making it impossible to get out easily.
From behind Derugan, Almark approaches quickly.
Given Delugan's strength, he'll be out of here soon anyway.
In any case, I couldn't get past being here in Delugan like this.
The moment Delugan pulls out his body is his chance to escape.
That's when Almark noticed something like a stick of wood stabbed in Derugan's back so that he could be buried in his blade-like body hair.
Why is this happening?
Before wondering so, Almark's body moved.
It could be a weapon.
On the battlefield, use anything you can. It's an instinct cultivated as a mercenary.
Almark grabbed the stick at once.
Pull through with force.
It was that moment.
Blinking light overflowed from Delugan's back.
Awesome light enough for everything around you to stain white.
What, a moment after the wolf.
Surrounded by that light, Almark lost consciousness.
When I realized, Almark was in the basement.
I notice myself standing blurry, rushing to check my whole body, but not suffering one scratch.
Delugan is.
He's not here.
If you look at the back wall, there's definitely no wood door that should have been there.
"That's silly."
Almark rushed over to the wall and touched it with his hand to make sure, but it was still just a wall, with no trace of the door shadowed or shaped.
As if instead, a crate was placed at the wall.
When you open it inside, it contains signs and wood for directions.
The box Mr. Maia said must be this.
As Almark tried to lift, the crate was damaged or the bottom distorted diagonally and the wood inside fell to the floor blurring out of the gap.
"Oh, no more"
Almark rushes to pick up and collect wood scattered across the floor.
It's the floor where all sorts of things were originally placed in a mess.
I'm not sure which is the original wood and which is different anymore.
For now, all the wood that looks like it is put in the crate, and Almark carefully lifts it with the bottom.
... This is the School of Magic. Weird things happen.
Almark was forced to convince himself.
Place the crate on the first step of the stairs, return to the basement and blow out the candlestick fire.
When he left the darkened basement, Almark thought it was a fluke.
Speaking of which, where did I leave my lamp...
From the top of the stairs, you can hear Morgen's worried voice slightly.
Well, okay. This is the School of Magic.
In reply to Morgen aloud, Almark began to carefully ascend the stairs with a crate.