"... I didn't know that guy had left a notebook like that. I don't care how much it takes, you!
Halagree getting punched in the cheek with a whip. That was shortly after Akdork was informed of the information he had obtained through disguise.
Needless to say, with an anger-filled look he usually doesn't show inside in front of everyone, he stares at the halagree and continues to beat him many times with a sticky whip in his hand.
It didn't start especially now, but Halagree felt anxiety and impatience from each and every step of it.
"... I should have scrutinized Guinen's neighborhood thoroughly then. Needless to say, this is my responsibility"
"Naturally! If you find something like that, aren't all the corner plans water bubbles too! Halagray, what are you going to do, what are you going to do! Do you have any hands!
"Rest assured, Lord. There's only one way out of that ancient labyrinth I know. I just need to use it and find the notebook sooner than they do. Besides, this could be a surprise."
"Surviving? What's this all about?
"Yes, I mean, on the contrary, we use Guinen's notebook. There is no such thing as being able to hold the same thing as a notebook if you get it. And if I imitate the notebook's writing and rewrite it all as something against Opal and Elga, not Luphole-like, on the contrary, it will be conclusive evidence."
Hear Halagray's explanation, and Akdork distorts its face. It's an ugly look that I don't usually show to anyone else.
"I see. Ha, that's just great. That's not the only thing I hate about you. Yes, you will never betray us again (...) Yes, you promised. Even before my father, and to me, keep that promise, and be sure to find the notebook first and bring it here. Sooner or later, I will be king of this country."
"... I am well aware of that. Let's make sure we do this job."
With determination in his eyes, he took his oath to his own Lord, and his sharpened eyes were directed at his next destination.
Yes, he attacked before, um, to the ancient labyrinth...
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One man was unconsciously using a scoop to dig up the ground. Would the hole have already been dug more than a meter?
Circular holes are at least one turn larger than a man's shoulder width.
"... not even here"
Then one man crawled out of a grunting hole just as he proceeded to dig that far. A man of good stature. With rough outfits like T-shirts and trousers, even in places like this, your eyes are as thin as lines.
The man gave up, I guess, because he assumed it was pointless to dig any more. In any case, deeper than this, it is usually necessary to rely on or be close to a geotechnical user, or an earthwork board, etc.
Because otherwise more and more dirt and sand will collapse within the digging.
But one person would go out of his way to do that and not imitate it to bury it here. There should be no mistake that it was a task in the first place without time. Besides, there's a good chance that demons and warcraft will attack you while you're digging.
He doesn't need to worry about it, but you don't usually take long to dig until you put him in such danger.
But the man put his arms together and showed a bare gesture to think of something.
Apparently, there are things that don't fall on my heart.
"That's a lot of good stuff."
Then a man's movement stopped for a moment in someone's voice, and the giant turned for a short while.
"... oh? I didn't think anyone else was still coming here."
A man said with a nice smile on his face. I don't show any particular reaction to the side where I spoke.
"Nevertheless, this is an unusual combination. Are you two in the same business, like knights? A young man who seems to be brave to a beautiful and handsome swordsman."
While that's good, I see the triplets in action. Indeed, as the man put it, one is a knight dressed in heavy armor, the other bob-cut his silver hair, with a fine sword on his light armor and waist and a female swordsman, and the last one is a young man with sharp eyes, like a wolf, characterised by silver hair that was the opposite.
It can be described as a pretty distinctive threesome, but the guy rubs his back of his head, dude, and blurts.
"I thought I was the only one who could reach the deepest part of this ancient labyrinth, but it's a shame. I thought I'd be famous for being a long time attacker."
I've been talking about that with a mild laugh. At first glance, there's a good side to it that seems comfortable in places like joking lines.
If he really was an adventurer for offensive purposes, maybe it was also possible to form a cooperative relationship.
But if that was really an adventurer for offensive purposes.
"That seems to have had unfortunate consequences for you. By the way, my name is Sewassur, don't you remember this face?
"Come on? What do you think? Because I don't have that much memory. That's a brave outfit, though. Of course there are few heavily armed adventurers, but you feel like a knight somehow. Either way, if it was a mistake in the guild, I can't do it anymore, I don't remember."
And he answered with a low profile. Somehow, but I can also feel that kind of vibe that I want to wrap up the story well and get away from the three of us.
"Is it Master Left? By the way, it sounds like you've been digging a hole in there all at once, but what the hell is that?
"Oh, is this it? No, actually, the enemies around here are strong inside. I can't hold my body very well even if I'm doing it properly. So here's how I'm going to trap you."
He said, rubbing his head and looking somewhere illuminated. What an expressive thing. But on the contrary, it also feels unnatural.
"I see, did I? No, that's where I thought you were digging more holes than just the landmarks I carved in front of you. In particular, there were several other landmarks, so I think you had a tough time."
"... ho"
I saw a slight change in the look on the man's face. Because a slight but frozen smile appeared to be good for everyone.
Sewasr goes on to talk about him even more, looking at him like that.
"Finally, I wanted to tell you how much I dug around here for nothing, and that as well. Nariya."
"Yes, isn't this what you're looking for?
And Sewasr urged him, and Nariah, the swordsman's, took a notebook out of the gap of armor. Although the dirt stain is noticeable, it is a notebook made quite brilliantly, fitted in black leather.
"Now, this notebook that Nariya has, in fact, is what we found in this labyrinth earlier. But it's not the deepest part like this, but more ahead, right around the middle of this labyrinth, where it was buried. However, there was actually nothing like a landmark. Apparently, Guinen was quite confident in his memory, so he dug in as discreet a place as he could and hid it without leaving a mark."
Deliver it to him in clear words so that Sewassur can convey it firmly to him.
Then, with no discouragement sounding, uh, the man replies.
"Honestly, the notebook thing is none of my business, but I'd like to hear how you found a hidden substitute without any landmarks. Might be of some help in the future."
"Unfortunately, this is not a possible way for anyone to do it, so I don't know if it would be helpful, but his name is Rowe, but it was possible because of that cooperation."
That's how Sewassur introduced the silver-haired young man standing diagonally behind him and went on to talk.
"He has a very good sense of smell. The feeling is enough to notice even the slightest difference that even the beast man could not sniff apart. And I gathered information from the people, and I finally made it to Guinen. I also grabbed that he used to spell things in his notebook, and on top of that, I showed him something that was now a shadow from one of his former friends, and I remembered his smell."
"... smell -"
The man repeats the word. The look seeped in a color that was undoubtedly noticing something.
"As you can see, relying on the smell, I found this notebook unexpectedly light. That his sense of smell is so good by then. And the other thing is, you've been seeing him for a long time. I've always looked down in front of you. So I've noticed your, Lord Halagree, your smell. Ever since I disguised myself as Rose, and when I was turned into me and listened to from Nariya."
So much so that Sewasr told him, the man lay down his face once, and covered his face with his hands.
"... I see. So apparently I was properly fitted. You know, I've been busy getting caught up in these hands."
"I mean, you admit you're a halagree, don't you?
Nariya steps forward and asks him. Then I raised my face.
"I ask you one thing, what would you have done if I'd cut off the lumps here? It's not uncommon for adventurers to dive into the labyrinth. Just because your nose is smart, it's about certainty, right?
"I don't think you're that bad of a round-the-clock guy, but it's useless. Because this labyrinth has been working with the guild chief for a few days now, and we have asked him not to give us permission to attack. The name is for the appearance of a dangerous warcraft, but because of it, today, no one has entered the labyrinth. Especially since you didn't even notice the way out."
Halagray pushes silence. But after a brief silence, ha-ha! and laughed, and curled, the man's face all over his body, his muscles.
All of that peeled off, that is, when the disguise was undone, it was the indisputable appearance of halagree there.
"I didn't think you were even noticing the way out. So you used it to carve your mark in advance?"
"Yes, especially though that Lord Nagare was the first to notice it. Anyway, this is the only labyrinth you can prepare for more than you're manipulating the Warcraft, and the only way to unleash the Warcraft into the woods without anyone noticing is to prepare a way out."
That nagare, or halagree, spills a somewhat self-derisive grin.
"I mean, from the stage when that carriage was attacked by a warcraft, did you feel it to some extent? Well, apparently, I wasn't talking about the sweet spot."
Halagray said to shaking his head and sighing mix. Then, Lowe pointed out his eyes and said away.
"... I'll tell you what, it's no use trying to get out of the way. My people are already netting. A special thunder net of literal meaning. Even if you were forced to break through, if you ever touched it, it would be an electric shock that would remain in your body for a while. That would be proof that you were here."
"... Run away? Just kidding. I vowed, to the Lord to serve, to Akdork. I can't go through with this any more. So if I kill you, I'll take that notebook."
Speaking that far, Halagree takes a short spear out of his hips, and furthermore pulls out the whip that was hidden under his suit, sullenly, and then hits the ground one shot.
In the meantime, the shadows of the halibut and the warcraft appeared from the surrounding walls -