Yuusha, Aruiwa Bakemono to Yobareta Shoujo

An adventurer stepping into an underground labyrinth would be the first rat to meet him. It is said that the body was large by the time of the anomaly because it absorbed the magic vegetables in the labyrinth and made some changes. Its character is cunning and ferocious. They set up human face defeat traps such as ambushes, ambushes and ambushes that made them look like they had escaped.

It is the mass outbreak of rats that skilled adventurers must be alert to. A wave of rats that emerges indefinitely from the back of the aisle, whether knocked down or not. The intrusion is that numerous adventurers who have trampled on it by insulting it as a miscellaneous fish feed on it. It's not Dade who takes the alias "The Labyrinth Cleaner."

It is the common understanding of skilled adventurers that if they feel unusual signs, they should leave immediately.

The researchers at the Art Academic Guild are trying to explore the cycle of rat anomalies, but the results have not been forthcoming. In the first place, we don't even know how demons can occur, so there's no reason for research to progress.

In general, it is assumed that the exorcisms of the magic vegetables that arise from the lowest layers of the labyrinth mutate and produce demons.

Therefore, there is a high concentration of magic vegetables in the demon body, from which magic vegetables can be extracted as crystals. The stronger the demon goes to the lower level, the more ferocious it is defined because of the thick concentration of magic vegetables.

However, the moment when the magic vegetable changes into a foreign form has not yet been witnessed.

So will they not reproduce naturally? - No, a demonic child is confirmed in the labyrinth. This means that males and females are connected, like beasts on earth, and there is a natural flow of making children. Demons that form herds through natural reproduction are now identified - Oak, Lizardman, Eighth Bee, etc.

If we take the demons out alive, the scholars step on the ground as the research progresses.

But that's physically impossible. First of all, the connection that covers the labyrinth inhibits all demons. The junction inhibits all organisms with activated magic vegetables.

Humans are no exception. The source of witchcraft is a magic vegetable, which can be handled by those with properties that can store it. Enabling the passage of humans with magic vegetables is a magic engraving named Exploration Permit. The guards of the Star Church keep their eyes open because if you are a human without a magic vegetable, you can barely cross the line.

Even from an ethical point of view, it is unacceptable to take demons out or try to find loopholes in the conjunction.

The removal of the body is also not allowed. In the unlikely event that a demon was released onto the earth, it was obvious that he could not get his hands on it.

The curious and brave fool is severely punished by the Star Church as heresy. Hundreds of fools who tried have been heretically certified and executed after being so disgusted with their sins. Still, it can be said that people's business does not reduce what follows.

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"Huh, and I wonder if there's only rats"

He exhales stupidity as the brave swung his mowed tail.

The brave men are currently exploring the second basement. The leather bag they were carrying was filled with their tails.

"We've already hunted about a hundred."

Wiping the sweat, Matari answers. The cloth towel used is red. I didn't get hurt, I returned blood stains.

When I give a new cloth towel to the brave man, he starts wiping his face abusively, thanking me.

"Are we here to exterminate rats? Then you just have to let even the cat go."

"Sure, it said there was going to be demons like Hellcats."

"Nice name. Because it's a cat's name, you can't try to be cute. Demons are demons."

"Oh, I won't do that!

Matari swells her cheeks and gets angry. The brave man smiled ill-willed and gently recieved that it would be good.

The age is twenty years old for Matari. The brave man is seventeen. Matari is older, but the brave behave more like the elderly.

"If I manage to talk to you, you rat."

"It's up to you!

Having grabbed something like a trick step by step, Matari is slashed by setting a goal before the rat gets in position. The pathetic rat who had his brain weather cut off was out of breath without screaming. Slash your tail off like you're used to and throw it into the bag.

"Looks like you're getting used to it. But when you get used to it, it's the most dangerous. Be especially careful."

"Yes, sir. Don't be alarmed."

He is advised to preach from a younger age, and Matari replies in confusion.

"The bag is filled with rat tails. I think it would take more time to cut it and throw it in the bag than to knock it down."

Since Matari laid his sword, he has set his aim and is slaughtered, while the brave man is approaching defenselessly, poking a steeple with a stick of wood and killing it with a single blow.

When Matari asked why he didn't use more magic, 'Magic doesn't use much because it drains mental power,' the brave man replied.

Matari heard it and questioned it a little.

Since there is a lot of magic in the labyrinth, the magician takes in the magic without having to work, and in a short amount of time, fills up the magic.

Those with a large capacity of magic vegetables that can be taken in will have excellent talent as magicians.

On earth, magic is restored by “spiritual concentration” and the conscious incorporation of natural magic. You can also recover by taking a potion that is liquidized with magic crystals. If used too often, it can cause addiction to magic vegetables.

This degree is also known to those who do not deal with magic. Because potions are normally sold to tool stores. It is expensive for a small amount of habits and cannot be easily obtained by the average person. Of course a man without magical talent drinks, but it has no effect.

In the labyrinth, magic is basically all-you-can-use. It takes time to chant, so I can't get upset, but I don't have any spare time to put it out.

Therefore, the phrase "refrain from magic because it depletes mental power" should not be possible. Otherwise, the magician cannot be treasured. It doesn't help, such as the exhausting power of just shooting magic a few times.

"After all, Mr. Brave does a lot more magic because I prevent enemies -"

"I'm telling you I don't use magic on miscellaneous fish opponents because I'm tired. If I fall from a rampage, will you take care of me?

"How do you fall?

"Isn't it because talking to you exhausts my spirit?

This pig daughter and the brave man tried to poke her forehead, so Matari hastily dodged.

I had no choice but to change the subject. Open the heavy leather bag.

"And yet, it's quite disgusting to see it this way"

"You smell like dob. If we don't exchange it for money, we're burning it right away."

"They say adventurers who are used to it don't even look to the tail of a rat. Don't two pieces of copper coin fit the cut?"

"You can't even buy bread. I thought I'd throw it away."

The price of the bread is ten copper coins. Two pieces would sell me some breadcrumbs.

"I cut the corner, so let's take it home. It's the first one."

"Right. Shall I bring it home for the memorial? I'll make you a necklace if you feel like it."

So suddenly he took out his tail and tried to make a ring, so Matari rushes to stop it.

"No, please don't! It stinks, it's disgusting, and it's going to curse something."

"Just kidding. It's not a demon. They make creepy things out of human bones and skins. Uh, I imagine it's getting annoying."

Bones would still be better. A necklace that joins the eyeballs together, a wand with a rotten neck, and a cape with human skin. When I see that one, the brave man thinks I can't tell if my mouth is torn, such as' I can tell between humans and demons'.

"……… be careful not to do so"

The worst end comes to mind behind Matari's brain. I desperately enjoyed that sour stuff was about to gush out of my stomach.

The brave man, after duly comforting himself, declares: 'Do so'.

"Next time, I'll ignore the rat's tail."

"Wow, I see."

"It's heavy, and it gets in the way of the fight any more. Though this might be a good idea if it just daunts you up there. Like a drunk in a tavern."

Men who continue to drink in the tavern for no purpose. That face is the look that gave up something. Their liquor bill is the tail of this rat.

If we run out of money, we go into the labyrinth, hunt the rats properly, go back to the tavern and drink. Their days are this repetition.

When flesh fades in a lazy life and it becomes difficult even to have a sword, they feed on rats.

"That shouldn't happen. What we should aim for is a higher place!

Mattari, who is back on track, declares forcefully. Voices echo through the passage of the labyrinth. The loudness of the voice reduces the spiritual strength of the brave.

"Yes, yes, I got to the next staircase while I was saying that."

Stairs to the third basement floor. Nothing in particular. They broke through upstairs. The star engraving on the left hand side is half white and half black. About an hour and a half has passed.

"We still have quite a bit of time left. Doesn't that sound good?

"…… Looks like someone's downstairs. Let's proceed with vigilance."

At the end of the stairs leading to the third basement floor. There was a bright light, and I could hear him talking. It's not a demon, it looks human.

"Are you another adventurer? It's as strange as it's ever been."

Naturally, not only Matari, but other adventurers are also exploring this labyrinth. They don't take the initiative to work together, but they don't bother to interfere. The demons are so rotten that they don't have to be taken from each other.

- With one exception.

"I don't like being attacked all of a sudden and going to the afterlife. Matari, prepare for accidental strikes. Instead, you need to feel like you're about to hit me."

With an unprecedented serious look, the brave man sets up a stick of wood. Some of the demons the brave have ever destroyed naturally include fallen human beings. They pretended to be good men were more troublesome than palpable aliens.

Matari stops me thinking I might seriously surprise you.

"Oh, that's so abusive. I don't care what you're doing down there."

"That's why. Look, hold on to your shield. I'll go first."

The brave man quietly goes down the stairs as he protrudes the stick forward. Matari has shielded himself from unforeseen attacks.

- I pressed my breath to death, and down the stairs, the large room was spread out. There was a fire burning in the center, and the humans rested to surround it.

The smoke coming out of the bonfire flowed somewhere, and the room never seemed to fill with white objects.

"... Is this a rest stop? I wonder if we should interrupt, too. You were just getting hungry."

To the voice of the brave, the faces that were sitting up raise their faces.

Five young men in fine armor were sitting around with tired faces.

A bearded man searing boned meat, supposedly noticed by the braves.

And a skinny man meditating on his eyes in a white headscarf, dressed in a monk's coat from Star Church. Seven.

A beat away, the young men rise up and pull out their swords.

"Yes, who is it, you guys!

"Are you a demon!?

"Where in the world are these demons? Just leave the joke on its face. And my legs are shaking."

When the brave man points it out, the young men are sudden. He seems to be from a high status and is not used to being ridiculed.

"Oh, you, the drunk you were before!

"Civilian flair is disrespectful! Apologize on your knees now! Who do you think I am?

"That's weird! You can't be as quiet as a meal, you useless piece of shit!

A man who was searing meat throws his finished bones vigorously. The bone hits the young man's face and is extinguished. Other faces seem to have been pushed by temper and atrophied.

Because the experience and strength are too different, you can't beat this bearded warrior when all the young men are attacked. The young men who had struggled with the rats knew so much about it that they didn't like it.

"In this underground labyrinth, my arms are the only thing I can count on. Whether you have company or not, that doesn't change. It doesn't even help with your status or your status or shit. Just like you guys are right now....... oh, you duh!?

The bearded man, who was speaking with a majestic expression, solidifies with an odd voice the moment he sees the brave man. Earlier, we didn't know who was coming down.

"Yeah?"

A brave man looks at the warrior's face in suspicion of his attitude. Meditate one eye and try to remember something. I have an uncomfortable impression, but I can't remember what that was.

"Yu, brave man. This man, definitely of the Warrior Guild."

Mattari, who was strongly impressed by what happened then, immediately remembered.

A wretched skilled warrior who took a little piss on the brave and got several times as much retribution. Who hits Matari and his predecessors.

The brave man looked good and brought the stick back to his shoulder.

"Ahhh. You were then. You did all that and you're sturdy. I wish I could have hurt you more."

Leaks a serious laugh at Keke and “The Brave”. Whatever that invincible attitude may be, it doesn't seem like a hero who does justice.

"Yu, brave man"

I try to forgive Matari for saying too much, but I didn't know what to say. Because I have little sympathy for this bearded man. Especially after being explained to pride by the brave.

"Are you the one who hurt Jabba scatterly? Thanks to you, I slept an hour that day. Looks like your blow was pretty heavy. Thank you very much."

A man in a monk's coat opens his meditating eyes and expresses his gratitude for the irony.

A blow to the belly of a forged warrior from above his armor. It was only a few hours later that the healing technique continued to hang and the wounds of the flesh healed and the consciousness returned. It wasn't like it led to death, but there was a crack in his ribs. It took me a while to fully heal it.

No convenient healing technique exists that instantly restores health. Even with hemostasis and detoxification, it is impossible to heal a mutilated arm or a fatal wound to the gut. Because what they do is promote the natural healing power of humans.

Still, what they priests are required to do is insure. With them, we can stop the bleeding. In the meantime, we can make valuable time to get out of the labyrinth and get serious treatment.

It is not just healing technique, it is inferior to magicians, but it also exercises exorcism. Those who are confident in the flesh can also be wall actors using techniques that promote self-healing.

- That is the name of the priesthood, the soldiers of the Church.

They are sworn allegiance to the Church of the Stars from the moment they belong to the Alliance and are obliged to be spiritual soldiers of the Church when things happen. In exchange, it is permissible to meet the cure of the outdoors.

"I can't thank you enough."

"I hear irony doesn't work for you."

"……… clamp, stop."

Jabba stops the man in the monk's coat - the clamp with his eyes.

"... I'm not willing to do anything. Hate, because I'm not sure about my arms."

Clamp groans with a sigh and meditates his eyes again.

Jabba gets up after a short tour and begins to approach the brave men.

The weapon remains on the side of the fire, but a small knife is bracketed around the waist.

Matari rushes to take an alert stance, but the brave man was flat. Because I am confident that I will slaughter them in one blow, even if they do not feel like killing me.

"Can I help you?

"... sorry about this before. You can't complain when you see that. Apparently, it's not half the time."

…………

Unlike the expected development, the brave man looks surprised. And look down at yourself. There are no abnormalities except that my everyday clothes are stained red.

"The fool who thinks of this place as a place for a glorious adventure never stops. Before that, I was in good shape. You're right. I apologize."

Jabba lowered his head deeply and made an apology. Bend your torso at right angles, not like lowering your head lightly.

After about ten seconds, Jabba raised his face and began rubbing his bearded jaw to mislead his embarrassment.

"I wonder if you liked this red makeup. It'll be nice inside."

As the brave man spins to show off his clothes, his return blood splashes on the hit. The young people who have been exposed to it make small screams.

"When I came with this idiot, I couldn't believe the blood on the family heirloom's armor was making a scene. I'm making a fuss about one rat. And it stinks, but it stinks of blood, and I can't move anymore."

"And you don't have a choice. This armor is really heavy. Can you run around wearing something like this!

A young man who makes great excuses after complaining about his equipment. The frightened Jabba speaks out cold.

"That's what happens because you don't have the strength to use things that aren't right for you. Wooden armor is enough for you guys."

Heavy armor has excellent defense and restricts movement. It also drains a lot of health. Wooden armor is difficult to defend and fragile but very light. Rushing out is the right gear to build strength. And inexpensive.

"Can a nobleman wear such crude things!

"Then do as you please. I don't know if you live or die. But I will never accompany you again. Even if they pile up a lot of money."

- Ugh.

The young man, stuck in words, sat down and completely snagged.

The brave man looks at the face of the young man. On my first day at the guild, I thought they were the ones who made fun of me scattered.

"You didn't last three days. The big ones are attitude and mouth."

The brave man smiled like a kekeke and little devil, poking his forehead one by one.

Matari readily accepts that she should stop laughing.

The brave man who has finished his little revenge turns to Jabba.

"I don't give a shit anymore. But if you gave me that meat, I might not care more. It looks delicious!

The brave man points to several boned meats that are being broiled. The burning smell of oil appeases to me. I can see that it's a place to eat.

"I get it. Now let the last thing flow into the water.... You don't seem to be the only one. I know better because I was actually beaten up."

When Jabba replies seriously, he hands over the boned meat.

Even though I was alarmed, that power was the blow of my bare hands from the top of my armor. I don't even know what to say about brave people. At that time, Jabba seriously thinks that if they were serious, they would have pierced her abdomen.

"Thank you very much. I'm sorry I overdid it, too. When it's cute, it's tough. I'm sorry."

The brave man apologizes as he wraps around the meat. I don't think deeply about what I've done. The brave man thinks that's the secret to a fun life.

"No, all adventurers are. I can't stand this shitty labyrinth without that much temper."

"But it's a place where you can have delicious thoughts just for the hard work, isn't it?

"Ha, I wish I could survive. Guys who mistake it for tourist destinations like these guys die first in my experience. They had luck at the end. It's really twisted, you guys."

Jabba with a nigga and a smile. Unlike earlier, I can afford a skilled warrior.

The noble young men who saw it blush their faces.

"Nevertheless, I didn't know Jabba would be unilaterally defeated. You're a skilled adventurer even when you look like this. We have gained the trust of our guild to the extent that we lead our apprenticeships."

"What do you mean, you look like this?"

"It means the same thing."

A clamp that returns to Jabba without hesitation. dating is a combination that has survived the underground labyrinth for a long time. When challenging the untouched floor, it was their way to incorporate other faces and go exploring.

Money and fame have accumulated considerably, and the Alliance has now asked me directly to train newcomers. This time it was the noble youths.

"Anyone can be cautious, right? I'm sure I was lucky then. Hey, Mr. Rater."

The brave man answers in retreat. Jabba and clamp look frigid. Even if you wear a cat, you can catch a glimpse of sharp fangs.

"……… Hmm, have you learned anything about the rates of the aristocratic kids? It has to be money. Who does this, this kind of thing"

Rigorously chews the meat into pieces, and Jabba throws it away.

"Well, you seem to know the reality, so I don't think there's going to be a next. Maybe we'll feed the rats this time."

"Ugh, uhh. Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Because I wanted it myself. And we are your amulets. You won't have to check it now."

"So, but it's completely different from what I was hearing. He said he could fight more magnificently."

"If that's what you want, I recommend you read even the numerous heroes Tan. What about the Three Brave Men who defeated the Demon King a thousand years ago? At least you won't lose your life. Your father will be delighted."

Clamp pointing a brutal smile at the youngsters. The young people are already firmly determined to never come again. Because I know that, the clamp is worded. To dissipate the anger that made me waste my time.

"By the way, we've only met rats. How long does Rat Hell last?

A brave man, tired of watching the ill-bottomed abuse of the clamp, asks no one.

"Rats live everywhere. Some people have poisonous diseases, so don't be alarmed. If you lick it and hang it, you'll get ripped to the bone."

"Jabba is right. The rat threat is that number. By the time you gain confidence, those who feed the rats lightly will not stop. We must take the utmost care not to be attacked by herds."

"I knew it was rats eating carcasses?

When the brave man asks to confirm, Jabba nods.

"Yeah, I'll eat anything. Because it's a bad diet, it's about gear you don't eat. Well, some demons eat that gear."

"... Is that slime?

Matari, who was silent earlier, talks to confirm.

I have the first edition of the labyrinth book I bought at church in my hand. It was loaded tightly during the break.

"Yeah, you're right though. - That's your daughter. Did you buy such a chicken book? It's not worth a single piece of silver coin at all. You can find out as much as you want with the Alliance."

"No, it's a fine teaching book for me. It's very useful!

Matari speaks clearly. The brave man stared at the book with his jit eyes.

"……… I knew it was that kind of book"

"Because you're the guy the church humans made appropriately with their nostrils. It just says crap extensively.“ Watch out for rats "? It makes me laugh."

Jabba was squeaking like he was shrugged, but Matari didn't seem to have heard at all.

Immersed in the book again, looking for information about the slime. With that in your ass, the clamp begins to tell you information about the slime.

"It's a translucent, green, liquid demon. When you look at an organism, it attacks you without question. Strikes and slashes are hard to work with, as well as resistant to magic."

"I don't want to deal with him if I can. You're the guy. Well, I rarely see him."

"The liquids that make up their slime have the properties to dissolve the equipment. You can scream from the bottom of your heart," if you take a direct bath in your body. "

"Is there any weakness?

"At the heart of the translucent body, there is a nucleus. Attack there with a weapon that can break. It's a blow if you hit it. The weapon will be worn out."

"Well, the move is best to get away with it because it's troll. If you knock it down, it won't mow the area, so it won't taste good."

The central nucleus that makes up the slime is the extraction site. But we have to attack this in order to defeat it. It is difficult to take away the central nucleus so as not to destroy it. As a result, the extraction parts that can be removed from the slime are expensive. It has a high concentration of magic vegetables and rare characteristics.

"Hmm. Sounds like a pain in the ass, but, well, you can handle it."

"- Slime has a weak nucleus, Slime has a weak nucleus. Touch it hurts, touch it hurts."

The confirmation work is carried out so that Matari can chant. The brave man asks Jabba and the others after he decides to dispose of the Inch Book.

"So, how long are you guys here?

"After three hours, these idiots will be forced back. We see it, we go up and go home normally. Until then, we'll be relaxing here."

Jabba with a bamboo barrel in his mouth and drinks up the liquid. Of course it is water, not liquor. You look alarmed, but you haven't neglected to be alarmed. There is no safety zone in the labyrinth.

"Yeah, the labyrinth is great for meditation, isn't it? This is how you sharpen your spirit. The magic vegetables stain your body and you unwittingly tighten yourself up."

"Oh man, here we go again. I don't know if it's time soon."

"Will you do it with me, Jabba? If you concentrate on your spirit, it will also improve your sharpness. You might wake up to your magical talent."

"No, fine. This is the best way to meditate."

When Clamp meditates on his eyes, he begins to concentrate his spirit.

When Jabba gently raised his hand to the brave men, he began to take care of the sword by slaughtering the elbow.

The young people are stretched out completely by fatigue.

"So it's time to go? You could have taken a break."

"Right! I could study about slime and!

As the brave man and Matari try to leave the big room behind, they are called out.

"Uh, should I pay attention for once? You may not have to, but, well, listen."

Jabba gives advice with a serious look.

"The rubbing in the labyrinth is basically the implicit understanding that adventurers attach keri to each other. It's not the first time a star church or guild comes in to intervene. It doesn't matter if you cry."

"……… Is someone attacking you?

"Some of them decided it would be more profitable to hunt adventurers than to spread underground while killing demons. These idiots are not the ones who mistake it for aristocracy."

Jabba turns his gaze to the noble youths. What you are wearing is a first-class item. The sword is also a delicacy worth it. If it flows to the market, there is no trouble for the buyer.

Even if it's stolen goods.

"But don't you hate me from an adventurer? It's gonna be a rumor."

"Naturally, it's the prize neck. The church will not be involved but the guild will multiply the bounty. As soon as I find him, I want him killed. But they're not the ones who get their tails out so easily. Such miscellaneous fish will soon be eliminated"

Murder occurs in the labyrinth. I can do a pathetic adventurer's body. Normally, that's it.

However, if someone lucky enough to spare the damage delivers it to the Alliance, the suspect will be questioned.

If the suspect responds honestly, white or black will be judged by the Alliance Master. Later, a figure is handed over to the Star Church and the judgment is executed. Failure to respond will result in a prize being placed on each guild based on the crime committed, and will be arranged as a prize neck on the removal.

Those arranged will either leave the city or dive into Art's slum district. There is no hand in diving into the labyrinth.

The guards will allow access to the labyrinth regardless of whether it is the prize neck or not. Because securing the prize neck is not their job. I rush to noise on the ground, but I can't even relate to rubbing in the labyrinth.

Except in the event that the Pope instructs you to terminate as heresy. Immediately the heretic inquisitor begins to act. Being caught by them means death as it is. At the time of suspicion from the Pope, the man was heretical.

- Because the great Pope who presides over the Star Church will never fail to judge.

"Stay as close as you can to suspicious places, be on maximum alert to any human being. It's an iron rule to live longer."

Squirting like a solitaire as Clamp meditates.

"I'll just remember. Thanks for the advice."

"Ah, thank you very much! Mr. Clamp to Mr. Jabba!

"I mean it's good. It's the same warrior's guild. It's like I can't force it. We're just getting started."

"I am a priesthood guild."

"You've got a lot to say."

Say goodbye to Jabba and his line, and the brave and Matari begin to move on.

Successfully broke through the third floor and the fourth basement. Nothing new to look at. A landscaped corridor stretches out.

The demons are just the same rats, but the two of them are processed without danger. I don't even look to my tail anymore.

So far today, I've been wrapped up with the idea of going downstairs until it's time limit.

And a yellow arrow that reappears. The brave man looks down uncomfortably. Because of the main road, we have no choice but to follow the directions.

"…… it's a thought to guess this arrow."

"Eh, why?

"The upper echelons are full of rushing amateurs. It's this arrow that you rely on first. So you have proof that this arrow is really correct?

"So, but the church books were painted by friendly adventurers..."

"Not then. I wonder how long it's been since it was written."

Brave men step on the yellow arrow painted on the ground with momentum.

The paint peels off and the gray scalp peeks.

"... does that mean it could be a trap someone set up?

"Maybe it's a sign to hell. Anyway, never be alarmed. Don't eat just ambushes, even though it's impossible to be stuck all the time."

When the brave man strongly advised him, Matari squeezed his expression and nodded. My body is stiffened by nervousness.

The brave man wanted to hold his head that it was counterproductive, but decided not to care that it would be better than dying.

Eventually, on the trident, Matari moves in the direction of the arrow. Pushing the shield forward. Nor is the path without arrows safe, so the brave follow silently.

Brave men gradually make their expressions more rude. The discomfort index has been rising since earlier. Because I don't feel like I'm being seen by something. Looking back, but no one. I stare, but I don't see him.

Tongue-in-cheek and the brave start walking again. Only the breathing sounds of the brave and the matari echo around.

There's another way. Proceed to the right with the arrow.

A small room was waiting for the two of us as we proceeded along the parting path. This is the end point. Both stop in front of the small room.

"Ah, that. It's a dead end."

"Sounds like..."

"Duh, what shall we do?"

"It's dangerous to go in unintentionally. We need to be careful with places like this."

On guard, the two of them proceeded to Arrow Street. We made it to the end without being attacked. But there were no stairs to the basement.

The arrow at the entrance to the small room is painted bright red. As far as the entrance is concerned, there appears to be no abnormality.

At the center of the room, which is lit by thin lights, is a treasure chest. It's as if you're asking me to come in. The lid is still closed.

The brave man smiles. Not because I saw a suspicious chest.

Traces of blood are too thick. It's stained all over the room. It drifts to this place, which is the entrance.

Whether the smell scratches off over time or not, the brave man sniffs out those stubborn marks. Out. No matter how much you hide the body, you cannot delude the eyes of the brave. You can't hide the remnants of malice.

Quite a few humans have lost their lives in this place. Definitely. Dangerous without having to go into the room. 'We're already in enemy territory,' he said, when the brave man tried to warn us.

"Maybe there's something in that box. Protect behind me, please!

"Then, fool, go back!!

"I'm heavily equipped, so it's okay!

"Just go back!!

Matari continues in a straight line with a shield to the center of the subdivision. When the brave man made his second stop, he had already crossed the red arrow.

I hear something clammy fit, and Matari raises a strange voice.

"- Huh?"

Something bursts at his feet and Matari is thrown into the center of the room with his posture broken. The brave man also eats the entanglement and is bounced backwards.

Interpersonal trap. First hand at hunting 'Running Out', which has entered the swallow.

"Ugh."

Matari asks around, still disoriented in the center. The shield was a shocked clap and had let go.

I try to pick up my favorite shield and get up.

- At that moment, the second hand of the murder device was activated.

There is a lot of air coming out. That's proof that the mounted crossbow was activated automatically. Crossbows are installed for as many sounds as possible. From all sides of the room, aim for one thing.

"... eh"

Matari looks at her body. Heavy armor that has been used up. From above, a small sharp arrow is piercing deep. It's not just one bottle. Dozens of them just up front. Powerful enough to penetrate thick armor easily.

A good amount of blood drips out of my mouth. Without understanding what happened, Matari loses her powers and collapses.

His body had an arrow stabbed like a needle mountain. Can it be said that it is fortunate that only the head is intact?

"- Ah, aah."

Matari's eyes confirm the brave man standing at the entrance. I can't move anymore. Matari's vision is white, and eventually fades and becomes sumptuous.

Stretch your trembling hand in that direction.

"Yu, yusha,"

The brave man looked at it with no emotion. One human life is scratching out. The brave man's brain has issued a strong warning that there is no need to go in at all. Never enter the small room.

The trap is still in motion, and if you let it in, you'll jump into the missouri dead place.

Matari jumped in, even though the brave man stopped him from 'don't go in'.

The immature little girl was rewarded. There is no doubt that it is a fatal injury. Without a few moments, I'm doomed to breathe. Matari dies.

Behind the brave man's brain comes Matari's energetic weather expression and words.

'Cause we're going to be fighting together, and we're going to be living and dying together when we dress up.'

The word won't be serious. The brave know.

In the opposite position, the brave will surely be abandoned. Nobody grabs the hand that I reached out to. That's what humans are for.

And the brave keep fighting alone again. Until the day the cursed soul disappears in order to destroy the demon.

- But the brave man chose to go. I'm going because I thought I should. You have to grab the hand stretched out. Matari's eyes are already closed, but go.

The moment the brave man tried to step into the waiting room for the trap...

Someone's mocking laugh echoed, Matari's thin neck hanging, and a brilliant white blade shook down.