Yuusha, Aruiwa Bakemono to Yobareta Shoujo

Matari Art is a man of the Art clan, without strangers in the City of Art.

Two hundred years ago, it was a man named G. Art, who met her ancestors, who built a bond around the underground labyrinth.

The feat of stopping the demonic terrestrial invasion was praised and the name “Art” was retained.

Why did the daughter of a clan of so many origins take a single sword and embark on a dangerous search for the labyrinth?

The answer is simple. Because she is the daughter of a concubine.

There were three main candidates for the Art family. My oldest brother Leken, my youngest brother Sidamo, and Matari in case.

When Leken Art, the belly-up brother, took his place in the throne, Matari was expelled from the Art family.

The moment our Lord was born, Matari's role ended. Everyone's gaze told me you were used up.

Leken told me:

- If you want to be recognized as a clan of art, earn the fame you deserve. Don't go back until you get the honor.

A set of dust-coated weapons and ten pieces of silver coins were given separately.

Matari, who doesn't have the means to make money, gave me a way out. However, my mid-teenage daughter is not in such a sweet situation that she can live on her own.

However, he was fortunate in his natural brightness and good people, and was forcibly taken by a housekeeper who served the art family, saying, 'If you have nowhere to go, come home'.

Besides helping with chores, farming, babysitting, and more, Matari began to break into swordsmanship training on his own. He repeated his bareback with a blade spilled sword, trained his body, and wore armor to run everyday. Both on a sunny day and on a rainy day, training was indispensable between daily tasks.

One day, a year after I started taking care of the housekeeper. Matari was introduced by a housekeeper to a man named Rob.

Rob is the master of the Warrior Guild and says he's a man with a bad pattern but no shortage to teach swords.

A man tanned by a color black named Rob didn't seem to have noticed at all, but when the housekeeper glanced at him, he admitted that he looked shabby and so on.

Rob started slamming Matari from the basics of swordsmanship.

The swordsmanship I tried to get him to do was so terrible that the first thing to do was correct the amateur swordsmanship.

Repeated slaughter using a stand, foot movement, or straw doll. Harsh physical creation in parallel with it. Matari nearly collapsed every day, but was desperately devoured.

Rob, who was completely unmotivated at first, also decides to admit his qualities as a warrior and put his back into Matari's good physique, the sharpness of his sword muscle. I liked the intensity of my intentions more than anything else.

Starting the next day, Rob began to step up the quality of his auditorium.

The basics of defense, how to gauge an intermission, a coordinated attack using a shield, changing your score and being present, how to fight multiple enemies -.

Repeating his mock battle with Rob so badly, Matari improved his swordsmanship.

Rob became a master of swordsmanship even though it was a surprise to Matari. When I asked him why he was so eager to work out, he said, 'Just like you, I was taken care of by that grandmother, too. It's a young man's memories,' he replied lightly.

By the way, Rob is married. Matari later heard about the housekeeper's niece being Rob's wife.

When Matari reached twenty, Rob was able to get a tattoo saying, "You won't die in a week if you go into the labyrinth."

Finally, Matari thought. If you want to earn fame, there's a great place in art. It's an underground labyrinth where demons nest.

Apparently, his brother Sidamo Art, who gave up his Lord's throne early and left for the division, threw himself into the army of the Kingdom of Ewes. Sidamo was very smart and Matari was taught to study from time to time. You must use that talent to earn fame one day. Matari believes.

Matari on the other hand can't even flatter him for being smart. I can't even use magic. It is a long physique for a woman and a sturdy body that she has never had a disease to boast about.

Then this is still the only way. My way forward is the path of the sword. Reach the deepest part of the underground labyrinth and let it prove to you that you are the best warrior. That way, we can go back to Art's house. My eldest brother, Leken, will also admit it. And when he falls in his siblings, he slaps me in the pussy, let's set up a house of art. Sidamo, who went to the kingdom of Us, will surely cooperate. The whole family can live again.

Matari made up her mind.

When I gave the housekeeper my thanks so far and just a few thanks, and a goodbye greeting, Matari popped out of the house well taken care of for five years.

"Stay back whenever you want". Matari doesn't look back, even though her hair is caught in the tears of a physically trembling housekeeper. Because I decided I would never look back until I had achieved my purpose.

Start running as hard as you can to Star Church to cut off your strays. Because to challenge the Labyrinth, you have to get a reference to join the Alliance. Naturally I am going to choose a warrior guild. Rob took care of me, so he also wants to pay me back a little debt.

Arriving at Star Church, Matari will meet an overconfident and feisty girl who will name the brave.

Was the encounter happy or unhappy for Matari? - I don't know that yet.

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Matari rushed to help the brave man who suddenly broke his attitude and rolled into the ground. The look on the face of the brave man was not the usual victory, but weakly his eyes were somewhere vain. When Matari grabs his shoulder and speaks, the brave man seems to have regained me, slapping lightly to deceive me.

"I'm sorry. My legs just fluttered because of the hangover. But it's okay now. Thanks to the flashy roll, I had a drink."

"Are you sure you're okay?

"You're set to be fine. Look, you're going to buy the tools you need and then go to the labyrinth. Nice to meet you!

The brave man began to push its back forcefully as he slapped Matari's armor hard. Though uncomfortable, Matari begins guiding her to a familiar tool shop.

The tool shop is a shop that Matari uses when shopping. The range is not particularly good, but the store owner carefully teaches me how to use herbs and tools. Besides, he occasionally does an omelet.

It is surprisingly difficult to find these kinds of conscientious stores in the art of large cities, where various stores are mixed. I have also tasted Matari with myself several times. Sometimes they trick me into just grabbing weeds.

They sell things, they blow extrajudicial prices, they just buy and beat. Fishing for prices after collusion between store owners. Buy stolen goods and sell them as authentic. This kind of thing is everyday tea and rice in art.

On the knees of the Star Church, without interference from other countries. A great deal of bounty on the Church would allow some freedom. At the same time as it led to development, it was also linked to disturbances in security.

Rogue, burglar collapse names adventurers and walks wide across the city. The children abandoned by the whore form a party to survive the days of the crossing.

There are countless people who want to take away the money of their nostalgia if there is a gap. If it's for money, some people don't even mind taking people's lives.

Light and shadow. Because there is always precipitated malice in the big cities, lurking behind the bustle.

I was convinced that Matari was worth leaving Art's house, even if I could study the obvious.

"Here it is. Where do I shop all the time? The store is old, but the owner knows a lot about it."

Art's city boulevard leads to the underground labyrinth. It is a downtown area with bars and shops lined up without gaps. At night, guests appear annoyed by the adventurer's vision of the labyrinth return. Matari was also asked to take a customer once, but politely declined.

There is a tool shop for the purpose, one off the main thoroughfare of such a person.

At first glance it is no different from a normal residence, but there is a sign in front of the store, with a picture of the groceries drawn once and for all. Although the season is in and it has faded.

"Hmm. Well, whether the store is old or new, if you have something you want, it's fine. Then when you're done shopping, meet me in front of the store."

"? Wouldn't you like to buy it with me? Because we're going to fight together, and when we dress up, we're going to live and die together!

"…… I don't have to tell you how to dress."

"I'll keep a proper record of what I bought, so it's okay. Because I will deduct it later from the reward as an expense. Let's split the mountains from there!

"You're surprisingly firm."

"Because I've studied a lot over the last few years. More than that, I'm in. I'm in! It could be your first labyrinth challenge today, which means you're going to be an omache!

"Hey, don't push it! You're not a pig, so calm down! Don't push me, you idiot!

Matari grabs the brave man's shoulder with disappointment and breaks into the store. For a moment I wondered if I could really fight with this for a body that was smaller than I thought and unreliable. Too poor to name a brave man. But he's definitely a powerful man who beat up the ancient ginseng of a warrior guild. This girl was also equipped with the temper she deserved. I wasn't sure Matari could beat the brave man with a single stick of wood. Now, even if I accidentally hit you from behind at this moment, I feel like I'm about to be instantly looked back and beaten up. No, it would actually be.

To be honest, it's not like I can't resist calling Matari and the girl 'brave'. Every time I call that occupation name, my gaze around me hurts a little. There is also a mixture of raw and warm gaze. Because I'm not old enough to play with boulders.

How can a brave man not tell me his name? He says he has amnesia, but he can't believe it. Maybe if I become trustworthy enough, they'll tell me my name. Matari threw herbal bandages into the cage, hoping the time would come soon.

Matari and the brave head back to the boulevard and head to the underground labyrinth as he leaves his tools in a leather bag.

The brave man looks frigid with a note bearing the Star Church crest and a hundred numbers.

"I'm still uncomfortable. I can't believe a piece of paper like this is replacing money."

"Even if they say it's uncomfortable. That copper tag has been used for a long time. Is something wrong?

A note that guarantees an exchange for a copper coin, only for the number indicated. That's the copper tag. Similar things are circulating in different countries as well as in the city of art. Licensed exchangers have exchanged for copper coins in exchange for some fees. There are also a number of cleverly forged items out there, so the exchanger requires years of experience, extensive knowledge, and exceptional eye-catching ability.

"I don't know. I can't feel the weight. This is the kind of pepper."

"I don't want to feel the weight for 10,000 copper coins. It'll crumble."

10,000 copper coins equals one silver coin. It's a hundred pieces of silver, worth one piece of gold. Copper tags are usually used to purchase groceries and food. Paying with gold coins to buy bread would be nothing but harassment.

"Then why isn't there a silver bill or a gold bill? It's convenient."

"It would be dangerous to store such large sums of money on paper."

When it comes to a piece of gold or something, you'll be able to play and live for a few months. What a scrupulous piece of paper that is. I can't cry when I tear it.

"I knew it was paper."

"... as it were, well, what is it? But this copper tag is amazing. It has three beats when it is stain resistant, water resistant and tear resistant. It looks like it's been specially processed."

"Anyway, I'm as good in kind as I can be. Redeem as soon as you accumulate some money. Being covered by such a piece of paper won't do anything. First of all, if it's the church that you're covering, it's the frigid one. I don't know if I can crush it. Then it wouldn't even be a nose paper like this!

A brave man who makes very dangerous remarks in daylight. Matari's face immediately turns blue on the content of the speech, which is too challenging. They walked towards the entrance to the underground labyrinth. We walked in talking, so the current point is already in front of the underground labyrinth gate.

This is the most important facility for the Church of the Stars. Naturally, there are sectarian soldiers here to protect it.

"I guess it's my fault. I think I've heard some strange and sinister remarks..."

A man in a monk's coat with a star on it speaks with one hand of a mace that looks heavy. From the gap in the heavy helmet, a swordswallowing gaze is visible.

Matari excuses himself by blocking it because the brave man tried to say something back.

"Ki, it's my fault. Because we are devout stars! I'd rather go into the labyrinth than that."

"Right, are you out of your mind? I feel comfortable handing over a promising guy to the Inquisition Bureau, too. All right, show 'Exploration Permit' or 'Temporary Permit'. Well, as far as I can tell, he just looks like a newcomer to the guild."

Arm-wrapped denominational soldiers are urging me to be a pain in the ass. The brave man groans softly at that attitude.

"If I did, I'd be cross. But you're the gatekeeper."

"Did I say something? I heard another strange word."

"Yeah, nothing"

"Uh. Is this good?

Matari honestly offers the back of his hand. The brave follow suit.

The back of his hand is engraved with a black star and a small sword. This is a sign that he belonged to the guild, and he said it would be a temporary permit. During the 'provisional permit', this shall continue to be attached.

Once you are officially certified for your profession, it seems that this star will change to something related to your profession.

It's not a tattoo, so it's not something that stays permanently. If you want to retire, tell me, and they'll take it off.

"Are we both warrior guilds? You're going to bring in a guy who can handle magic early. The labyrinth is tough to go by just the sword. Without magic, one day it will be a blow to the head. Well, you'll see at your feet."

"Yes. Thank you for your advice."

Matari can't use magic. Perhaps the brave won't be able to use it either. Sorcerers and clergymen are the backbone, and it seems very difficult to have them accompany them. Each country has reached out to solicit its precious talents. They are staying in this labyrinth city to gain the technology and experience they deserve. I don't think you're going to bother following the newcomer. If you pay your wages, it would be different.

"Hey, we'll moisturize when you guys make money. You defeat the demons, and the Star Church flourishes more and more. That's why there is no body to be poked dead. It's a waste of my life."

From the gap in his helmet, a denominational soldier with a niggardly and mean grin. Whether it is mediation or simply bad character is something that bothers me in my judgment.

"Yes, yes, I get it, just let me in. How long do I have to give you my arm?

"Don't panic. The people on the Temporary Permit are given a special opportunity to do the" Buzz ". - And for that reason, if you want to get into the labyrinth, pay a hundred copper coins. Every time, by the way."

"Hey, what's that! It's not me!

An exasperated brave man screams. Matari became impressed with the courage in a different way.

"It would be natural. I'll bring you back to the ground in three hours. We'll do a miracle. If you think of it as the price of life, it's too cheap. Just a piece of silver."

"Co, you bastard!

The face of the brave dyes bright red. The Order Soldier looks at this discerning girl in an interesting way. I guess I get more of a prank than angry because I react unprecedented. It is likely to throw even more teasing words if left alone.

"I have no choice, let's pay honestly. Why don't you take down the demons for that matter and make some money? I'll do my best."

"Well, if there's a hundred copper coins, there's delicious food and booze."

"The“ art ”lady there is right. There's nothing wrong with it if you make good money. If you work hard, you'll be able to regain your former glory. - Whoa, was this a silence?"

When the Order soldiers mock, they look down like they made a little fool of themselves.

Matari bites his teeth with remorse, but without saying it back, he is silent. When I offered him a hundred copper bills in silence, the brave man followed it as he turned his neck.

"Great. I did see your faith. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

When the Order soldiers celebrate, the black stars of Matari and the brave begin to shine and change into white. I don't feel any heat or pain. Apparently, it's magic or something. Mattari, who is oblivious to his magical knowledge, honestly asks.

"This?

"It is a sign that we can now pass the junction that covers the labyrinth. You can enter the labyrinth. When that white star turns completely black, the metastatic magic is activated. It's only been three hours. The passage of time has already begun. If you don't want to waste it, hurry."

"Say that first!

"Yu, brave man, let's go!

Drawing the hand of a brave man trying to complain, Matari runs through the main gate. Through the Daimon, there was a lawn-grown square with a water field to wash away the dirt. The humans who appear to be adventurers are inspecting and preparing weapons and tools. Seeing as I'm not in a hurry, I think I've already obtained an exploration permit. The reason I'm in a hurry is because I'm a temporary permit person.

The last thing to wait for is a strict temple-like building. I don't know what's going to happen in the world because there's been an overflow of demons from here.

A blue and white membrane covers the temple like a sphere wrapped around it. This is the juncture that Matari's ancestor, G. Art, built. I've never seen Matari so close, and I'm unintentionally impressed. Because it was this divine bond that prevented the terrestrial invasion of demons.

"When I thought I ran out, I suddenly stopped. We'll see about that later!

"Oh, I'm sorry! Let's go!

On the way into the temple, it's not like a group of people dressed in unified gear. What is written on the armor is the crest of the kingdom of Us. When the man who seemed to be the captain wore something, like a stone, the group was wrapped in light and instantly scratched off.

Matari didn't know what it meant, but I'm guessing it's also a special magic tool for travel. Otherwise, it means we leave from the ground floor every time.

Inside the temple there was only a huge staircase leading to the basement. At the same time, hundreds of people are going down the stairs. It is old, but the material seems sturdy and very difficult to break. A bunch of demons came out of here, so it's natural.

Not a single other adventurer was fortunate or should be called a raw hatred. I went through the juncture, so it's not strange where demons come from. Matari proceeds with caution. The brave man moves forward with ease in one hand with the stick of the tree.

"Yu, brave man. You'd better go a little slower."

"What are you talking about when you only have three hours? Let's go."

At the end of the long staircase, it is divided into passages leading in three directions. The walls are made of stone and have lights everywhere. The lights may be set up by adventurers or denominational soldiers. On second thought, Matari reflects that it was reckless to come without Matsui as well. It's natural to be dark without the lights. Because the sun never enters this cursed labyrinth.

The aisle is quite wide, and a larger carriage would be able to afford it differently. There is no inconvenience in the fight, but naturally the opponent is on the same terms. There is also the risk of being attacked from high ceilings.

"Hey, Matari. This is a dangerous labyrinth where demons come out. I think that's what I heard."

"Yeah, definitely"

"So what's this?

The brave man steps on a yellow arrow inscribed on the cobbled ground. Whatever they say, it will only answer as an arrow.

"It's an arrow. The color is yellow."

"I can see that! What? 'Proceed this way? Like'? I'm starting to sound like an asshole, so let's go home."

"Ma, I'm just here! Wait a minute, please."

An obviously unmotivated brave man. This is not good. Matari takes out what is in the tool bag and quickly looks through it.

"Uh, it's like directions to the basement upstairs. A skilled, friendly and free adventurer said he voluntarily painted it for the rush out of his temporary permit. According to this."

"What's that?"

"This is the Primary Edition of Labyrinth Exploration. I bought it because I was selling it at church headquarters!

"How much did you do?

"It's a silver coin."

The intermediate edition had ten silver coins, so there was no hand in the boulder. They were all concerned about the stockpiles, but Matari, whose information was pinched in the small ear somewhere with the weapon, rushed to take it.

"... I have a headache. So, is there any other good information on it?

"The kind of demon that emerges? Is it a convenient tool to take with you? You know, where you can rest safely."

The cover reads: 'As long as you have this, you will definitely get an exploration permit! It says' Big.

"Only the type of demon seems helpful. Which..."

- Demons appearing in the upper levels (some)

Site tail for extraction of two rat copper coins * In case of mass occurrence, withdrawal recommended. Don't insult me.

Hellcat silver coin one tail It is rare to see, but it is quick and fierce.

A single tail of silver coin * Has sharp nails. We need to be vigilant because we're going to be aiming for our necks.

-The core of ten slime silver coins * Sword attack does not work. Magic resistant.

"There's a lot going on out there."

"Well, I guess I get it. In the meantime, hang out and hunt for demons. We're running out of time."

"Right. Then let's go!

Matari pulls out his sword and starts walking with his shield forward. The brave man is still swinging the stick of the tree with a praprapra.

I could have picked any aisle, but I had to go down the arrow to see it for now.

One thin, dirty rat appeared as he continued to walk down an irreplaceable aisle. He's headed this way, showing an intimidating posture. His eyes congested bright red and he seems to have quite a sharp claw. I guess the means of attack are claws. Should I be wary of the size of my body?

Far from the little rat that appears on the ground, about the size of a big dog. If this shows up in a group, can we cut it by ourselves?

Trouble if they call my people. Matari quickly decided to take the lead. If you have time to worry, don't storm. It is the point of Matari's thought.

"These guys are pretty big. It could be quite a pain in the ass when you get the numbers."

"I'm going!

"- Huh?"

Without waiting for the words of the brave, Matari had already begun to advance.

Intercepting rats jump oddly, but Matari slaps him off hard with a shield on his left hand.

"Gyo!"

"Ready!

Matari waved down his momentum sword to a rat who broke down his posture and showed a seemingly soft belly.

"Geeeeeeee!!

The skewered rat raised the extinct scream and eventually stopped moving.

"…… brilliant."

"Thank you very much!

Pull out the sword and gently shake it off, paying off the blood. Blood splashes stick to the armor and face.

Mattari doesn't look like he cared at all. If you hurt your enemies, you will bleed. It's only natural to take a bath in it.

"You're a character who doesn't listen to people until the end."

"? I don't know."

I had no idea. Matari tilts his neck.

"Well, fine."

"Then we'll cut the extraction site quickly."

Get down on your knees and get to the dismantling of the rats you've killed. Place the sword on the floor defenselessly and remove the small knife.

The brave man flaunted his face for a moment but said nothing.

"Um, you can't cut inside. This tail is very strong."

"What if I dragged it all out of my mind?

"I'll try."

Matari pins the tail of the rat and cleaves the knife back and forth.

With Matari immersed in the work on his ass, the brave man turned his gaze to the ceiling.

"Matari. Don't move like that."

"- Huh?"

"Don't move!

When a brave man creates a sphere of flame out of his hand, he throws it over the ceiling. Matari gets stuck and looks up at the ceiling.

- There it is. Five big rats were sticking around and asking for gaps in an attempt to jump on defenseless gains. There are sharp teeth and dirty saliva dripping from the open mouth.

The moment the surprised Matari rushed to rise, a sphere of flame burst into one of the herds. Instantly the fire envelops the body of the rat.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

"-Say it!

He falls in the midst of a fire, turning the brave into a sword with a stick of wood.

Over the head of a stunned matari.

With the strange sound of Pasha, the rats are completely dispersed. The only thing left behind is a piece of black burnt meat and a thousand chopped tails.

Having seen the tragedy of his companion, the rat begins to flee at first sight. Rats who are aware of their weakness have no scrutiny whatsoever to escape.

"There's no way I'm going to miss the demon. Death!"

When the brave man holds his right hand, he emits a flame at the head of the rats. It's not a small sphere like it was earlier. A flaming heat wave drinks up the rats.

They weren't even allowed to move, and the rats happened to burn to death. Matari accidentally hides her nose with her arms because of the unpleasant smell of poking it in the back of her nose. The brave man pounds his hand and gestures to pay off the dust, whining all the time that he took a breath.

"Huh, garbage cleaning is complete."

"And I can't believe you were in the ceiling. I had no idea."

He was distracted by the demolition work and was not alert at all. Without the brave, Matari could have been ambushed and in crisis. I haven't worked out before to get eaten and killed by rats. I just didn't like that way of dying.

"Don't be alarmed. You have to be careful in all directions. No man can be dismayed when he dies. So never be alarmed."

A brave man scolds Matari harshly. 'To see if Matari would notice or try, I dared to watch,' the brave man says frowning. Matari was poked in the forehead with her finger.

"Wow, I get it. I'll make sure it never happens again!

"Great. Let's go."

"Yes, yes!... Speaking of which. Mr. Brave, you could have used magic. I'm really surprised."

If you can use magic, you don't have to be in a warrior's guild. You will also be able to belong to the Mage's Guild, or the Clergy's Guild. If you do, you will also be trained to meet advanced magic techniques. It also opens the way for clerks to countries. I don't have a hard time finding company.

So much value in magic. Because the magic unleashed by the brave men has now caused the rats to die without hesitation. The power of the earlier flames would probably allow even humans to burn to death.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"I didn't ask! Or if you want to chant, then say it first. I can buy you some time."

Mages need chants when exercising magic. If he tries to use powerful magic, he will need a concentration of magic and a complex chant for that matter. - It seems that Matari has not been able to obtain specific information.

"Time for chanting? Well, make it magic, make it sword, the point is, you just have to kill the demon. Hooray for you to achieve your purpose this time."

"Yeah, yeah, well. That's not what I'm saying."

"Then what is it?"

"... hey, what was that? And, anyway, please let me know what magic you can use later. I'm not very familiar with it either, and I have no idea what to do with collaboration."

The avant-garde is the warrior, and the rear guard is the sorcerer. It would be a single stone, but the opinion of a man who exercises magic is given the highest priority.

"Collaboration is appropriate. We just have to kill our enemies so they don't die. It's easy to understand."

"Is that so? If you're a brave man, I hope so."

"Well, I'll tear my tail apart and go next. It doesn't taste good when you're done with rats alone."

A brave man slaps Matari on the back to encourage him to dismantle the rat. The two figures are bloody and burnt pieces of flesh are creeping.

Reflected Matari did the work without alarm, this time successfully mowing his tail.

They then proceeded further back and reached the end of the arrow, the staircase to the second basement floor.

Inside the leather bag where the loot is put is busy with the tail of a rat. That number is fifty.

The brave man bathes in even more returning blood, and his everyday clothes are stained bright red. I'm starting to wonder what's wrong with the boulder. I didn't bring a change of clothes.

Matari armor is anti-corrosion processed, so there is no problem. It is a delicacy that was stored in the Art family. No one ever used it, but it was dusty.

"What should I do with my clothes? I don't think he's gonna go home with blood on his hands and be taken as he is."

I'm roaring that that transverse gatekeeper could do it. I am worried that I will be taken again because of my difficulty.

"Why don't you wash it in the square water yard. Everyone was dressed there."

"He told me to mix with the bastards and wash them bare. I think it's a good idea. But, you know, I kept it a secret, but I'm actually a woman."

"And I know it!

As the brave man suddenly took off his jacket, he began to squeeze his dirty clothes vigorously. I couldn't absorb it. The black blood runs off.

With the matching matari on his ass, the brave man wears his jacket as if nothing had happened.

"All right, let's just go home bloody and jump into bed. The master of Extreme Pavilion will cry and rejoice. I'll even give the gatekeeper a hug. I'll dye your prized monk's coat red."

"…… Please don't"

After more hustle and bustle, they decided to buy a new outfit on their way home, and they finally started to move on.

Down the stairs, Matari grumbles about what bothered him.

"Speaking of which, who cleans up a demonic body? If you leave it like that, it's gonna be a big deal."

It's like rotting and maggots and rotting odors are drifting all over the labyrinth. Wouldn't there be a foot trail in the first place in a pile of corpses? But there were no such signs in the passage so far. That means someone is cleaning it.

"You're a demon. They'll eat anything. I don't care if you're human or not. Even if that's the corpse of your own kind."

"…… After all, demons are horrible. They eat the bodies of their people."

Imagining the sight of a rat eating a corpse of a rat, Matari felt kind of bad.

"Even humans are similar."

The brave man threw up cold with no expression.