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Labyrinth Strategy, Day 2 - …….

The garrisoned oasis was surrounded by early morning tranquillity.

But there are people in the big tent, busy checking, reporting and communicating on the offensive situation.

When HQ is busy, there will be something wrong.

The offensive situation is somewhat behind schedule and the State must be informed, including of the measures taken.

I have to tell that to the troops in action.

And one more thing, there was a problem.

"... are they still in isolation"

"We'll keep the door sealed. There are too many enemies to be rescued."

In response from the Wizard, Hakam, General and General, exhales.

He himself is well aware of the difficulty of rescuing isolated soldiers, though. It's more important to defeat this hierarchical lord than to turn your power that way.

"If we defeat the Hierarchists who support the demons, we will transform them into our realm. But you won't make it to save them."

"Um, it's still about 30% progression. And yet, Zarish, Gaston works well."

The Magic Master Aja deliberately missed the conversation.

Hakam, who is aware of it, also intentionally rides into conversation.

We're not in a peaceful situation right now, so much so that we're caught up in a problem we can't help.

"I didn't think so, but maybe it's true that the brave are coming back. Sometimes Aja just guesses."

"Well, you're not a brave gold-eating bug. If you don't have a problem with your predisposition, you'll be happy to let go of that word."

Nevertheless, it is the most dependable force in the present situation.

Zarish of Diamonds, and Gaston of Ruby. They attack the ancient labyrinth like two piercing spears, trying to make a big hole.

and a handful of light sources moved then.

The map of the ancient labyrinth is drawn in 3D and rises in a dim tent. The maps were gradually arranged based on the information sent by the teams, but the light source was in a rather delayed position.

"Ho, are you awake soon? Sleep well, boys."

"Damn, you're going to grow up a lot. I'm so jealous because I'm gonna wake up at dawn because of my age."

To a handful of healing, the two laughed for the first time in a long time.

Thus, relatively peacefully, the second day of the Labyrinth attack began.

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Munchkin 'we open our eyes.

The surroundings are dark, the arms feel like a girl, and the ground is hard.

"Phew... Spirit of Light..."

The girl's fingers float blurry as she sounds a distended mixed voice right in her ear. The fingertips that were clear to the light protruded with tungtung to wake the sleeping spirit, and the light source slowly intensified.

"Hmm, warm and feeling..."

The girl whines about that in a muddy, warm blanket.

In the meantime, the light intensified, and when I saw the match and protruded again with a tung and fingertips, it split into two parts.

"Morning, Marie. Don't go back to sleep."

"I never dreamed the day would come when you would tell me that. So when will Uridora be here?"

Well, I wonder.

He said he'd be on his way when this one woke up... whoa, looks like he just got here.

A black stain spreads on the wall, and it becomes close to a person's size.

He let it snap like a muddy tar and his arms appeared all the time. The way its arms grab the walls on both sides and dew its whole body all the time...... that's so scary.

"Nyahhhh!

The girl in the blanket trembles and is surprised by a shout that doesn't fit her luxurious body.

Eventually, when the dark stain completely disappeared, the woman appeared from the wall with a bright voice.

"Good morning, both of you... What are you doing? Hold me in the morning. Hmm, is that a hit on me?

Her eyes blinked and she asked strangely, but it is difficult to reply because she is held from the front thoughtfully. He managed to raise one hand and spoke to Uridora the Magic Dragon.

"Ya, hey, good morning Uridra. It's a good morning."

"Hey, stop scaring me, Uridra! I can't sleep again!

Yeah, I knew you'd been thinking about sleeping twice.

Nevertheless, a frightened elf is also a good thing.

I want to enjoy it a little slower, but can't this just be the ancient labyrinth? We started packing in the morning, with the exception of the blanket, unfortunately.

"So, how was your kid?

"It's still happening. Heh, heh, but I enjoyed it a lot more than before. Anyway, I've been taking care of you two for a long time."

"What, are you being treated like a child to me? I'm telling you, I'm over a hundred. Live much longer than your grandfather."

Well, from the dragons that have lived for thousands of years, the difference between us and the dragons may be trivial.

I should say that Uridora has been a lot rounded these days, though, or she looks like a combination of her beauty as a mother.

The fact that she touched the tool meant that she manipulated the light source, which is our location information. For her to know the magic deeply, there seems to be no such thing as making.

"Well, good to see you again today. Shall we begin the second day of the Labyrinth?"

Ooh! And the women raised their hands well, and tonight's play began.

I've been going downstairs a lot.

Once upon a time, the ancients might have made the upper echelons a place of life. Every time I go down the stairs, my culture as a person fades away and the surroundings turn into a darker, more labyrinthine atmosphere.

Then it is I who suffer.

Uridora, the Sword Master, is happy to train me, and her skill (skill) level rises in exchange for plenty of stamina.

If Marie, the sorcerer, wanted to find out anything, it would be a place to rest, and the search for the labyrinth proceeded carefully.

Unstoppable bickering flows from the women.

The Spirit of Light is dyeing the area brightly, with three shadows shaking loosely at his feet. It was time for such an exploration.

I stop when I see something scattering forward. [M]

That was someone's stuff, apparently, and if I picked it up, there were still holes all over the new stuff. Scattered on the floor is apparently trampled portable food.

"Is there already an offensive group around here?"

"I wonder how hurried I was. Oh, look at this one. There's a door."

Looking in the direction pointed at Marie, the door was exposed, as if the wall had been peeled off.

What is slightly different is that it is covered with black chains? As he drew the eight stars, each to its apex was protruded like a sacrifice.

"Hidden door... what is this chain?"

"Um, it's sealed with the power of a priest. Looks like we were in such a hurry. Much rough to build."

Then was there a reason why I had to hurry and block it?

"I'd like to know what's going on inside.... Oh, you might see something on a 3D map"

Hold the magic fixture and start it up with Buvn and the surroundings unfold.

When everyone peeked in, only a small part of the hall appeared. The elf girl fingers and snaps her neck in surprise.

"Oh, the map isn't buried. You were still in the middle of an attack."

"Um, you have two light sources. Then maybe there's still someone inside."

The girl has turned her eyes round and stared at this one.

I can't judge, though. [M] Will this light source only be displayed by the living in the first place?

"Hey, did you fight a strong enemy and retreat?

"Yeah, you care. I'd like to fight if I could, and if there are still people in there, I'd like to rescue them."

I have a throat for you and Marie.

Fighting the tough enemies I was looking forward to, but with so many people retreating, it shows how difficult it is.

"Yeah, shall we make a policy? What do you want Marie to do?

"... I'm sorry, I don't know. I can't predict what kind of enemies there are. I just want to help if I can."

He grips his wand all the time and looks up with his meticulous eyes.

Even though the thin shoulders were still going to tremble, I felt something powerful behind the guidance and eyes.

A girl before would have been more troubled.

My self is what I defend myself, and not the kind of personality I prefer to contend with in the first place.

Maybe the movie I saw last night that changed that. Others are others because they never touch each other, and if they ever touch each other, they can be friends.

Elves must have learned something like that.

When I grabbed the cobwebs and stuck them out, the girl frowned "mumbling" after showing only a little hesitation, hitting the little cobwebs back.

And from next door was also Ulidra's, and everyone's resolve was consolidated.

"Okay, then let's start a rescue mission (mission). Our priority is our own safety, their rescue, and the defeat of our enemies."

The girl nods in a stiff and powerful way.

Uridora, a dragon man, is a role to watch over as she decides beforehand. I'd love to accomplish a rescue mission (mission) without support from her, if possible, but not if I'm so willing.

Then I hold the magic tool and press the red button. [M]

The usage has been explained in advance, and this has the ability to make calls to Mr. Aja, who is at headquarters.

A similar sound sounded like a sandstorm to the Za, Za, and the call connected.

"This is headquarters. What's the matter, kid, was it a problem?

"No, we're going to start a rescue mission (mission) in the hall. Tell me if the two of you are safe inside."

Breathtaking signs came through.

Set aside for a while, the voice of Commander Hakam echoes on behalf of the old man.

"... it's dangerous there. There are reports of demon-bearing demons in the hall, with an estimated level of 80."

"Thanks for the info, let me know if you two are safe"

The girl also opened her eyes to information from the commander.

If you are a Demon and you are level 80, you are not a junior. At least intermediate, and likely to have special skills (special) if they are to produce demons.

It is necessary to increase the degree of difficulty assumed in my head a lot.

I waited for the command to reply, carefully crafting the operation.

Eventually, a shaken voice sounds from the magic fixture.

"... barely safe. The two survive the bond."

"Okay, I'll rescue you if possible."

Yeah, you're just a little thrilled. I can't believe I'm talking to you about the mission like this.

I just switched off the call switch, and communication rang with Zaza.

"... I forgot to tell you, if you're going on a mission, you're going to be part of the force if you're going to be out of the country. Of course I'm not going to give you orders, but I'm going to name my unit."

Everyone opens their eyes.

Apparently, the troop name (unit name) is given the name of each gem.

I put my finger on the call so I wouldn't hear it, and then I got bogged down.

"I don't care what they say about that all of a sudden..."

"It won't make much sense, and what if we decide on something appropriate?

I think a lot when I see a girl who advises me that way.

Hmm, should we make it a familiar gem anyway?

"-Okay, amethyst, please."

"Okay. Amesist Squad, Wish You Success"

The elf has a slight face and doesn't seem to realize that it was the source of the name.

However, Uridra still looks "blue"... and blushes lightly.

Zaza, Tsar......

This is Bradstone, acting captain! Please accept the impossibility. Get the captain out of here!

This is Andalusite. I'm acting captain, too. That guy let me go. Please, I want you to let me go home alive. Damn, he's a really sweet guy!

The screaming voice (message) coming from them seems to scorch your chest.

It transmits passion through the radio and burns up like firewood that has been put on fire.

"... this is Amesist. Got it."

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Hey, that's a surprisingly burning thing, these stories.

I thought I'd graduated from middle school, but I'm still young, too.

While we remembered the two rolling things, we sealed them and put our hands on the door.