"Master Leken, Master Sidamo is back."
A voice can be heard from outside the door against Leken Art, the art owner in the study. He's one of the few followers left in the Art family.
"…… Sidamo? Put it through the reception room. I'll be right there."
"Certainly."
When Leken replied, he pulled the magic book into the drawer and locked it.
Magic Book on 'The Art of Junction' handed down only to the artistic owner. All knowledge of the juncture is aggregated.
Leken, blessed with his magical talent, had succeeded in fully using it at a young age in his mid-twenties. He made a desperate effort to match his original talents.
Leken was officially recognized by the Star Church as an artistic owner and inherited from his father the management of the 'Great Junction' covering the underground labyrinth. Shortly after the inheritance of the Lord, his father, who lay low in sickness, left the world in relief.
Originally the city of art was a neutral city dominated by the artists, the administrators of the junction. But when his great ancestor, G. Art, died, the star church he was sheltering gradually wiped out the power of the Art clan. When they drowned their successor principals in their luxurious lives and tailored them to dull ornaments, they drove the artists into nominal rulers alone.
Eventually, with the luxury of the Star Church, the phrase has been completely deprived of control, with the result of spoiling beneath it.
It is the compassion of the Church that lies in the status of nobility. From the people, Leken knows that he is the subject of fallen aristocracy and ridicule.
That's what I can't stand for proud Leken. Who the hell prevented the demonic invasion and kept the peace of the continent? Whose fault is it that the bond is still maintained today? Aren't we the Art Clan?
So does Star Church. We were the ones who took refuge in a time when it was a weak religion. It was only with the prestige of G. Art that the raw man, who was surprised by a group of cults, was able to wave a major player and preach. Just because those people have increased their power doesn't mean they can look down on us.
Leken's heart is violently swirling with dark emotions such as obsession with power, jealousy, anger, shame and vengeance.
(If you've forgotten, I'll remind you again. Who is the ruler of this city? I'll let you know who's keeping you at peace.)
When Leken enters the reception room, Sidamo Art, who was in his seat, stands up and lowers his head.
Leken's brother Sidamo had moved to the region of the kingdom of Ewes.
When Leken responded with only his hand, he proceeded to the upper seat and lowered his back.
"Long time no see, brother."
"Yeah, you look good, too. Above all."
"... My brother, didn't he lose a little weight? And complexion."
Sidamo points out, Leken strokes his cheek.
"I worked a little too hard. There's no time to rest when you're in charge. We must also carry out the heavy responsibilities to be assumed. But we need to go further as a successor to art."
Leken's cheeks are sprinkled and deep bears carved under his eyes. The flesh is thin and thin, and the face is blue and white. I don't think I'm in my mid-twenties, I look old.
Leken has been impossible. He misused the magic potion for the early mastery of junctions to train forcefully. He reduced his sleep and tried to become the right person for the Lord's seat by entering into his studies. He has repeatedly interacted with national nobles and star church executives to increase connections, polishing nerves and self-esteem to their limits.
Leken's body and spirit were definitely eroded. Still, it didn't turn out the way I thought, and I was in a hurry.
"I was wondering if I should get some rest. If you can't, you won't get the results right away."
"Don't worry.... than that, what about you. I've been contacted that you served in the kingdom of Ewes."
"Yes, I am now assigned to the Third Army of the Kingdom of Uses. General Yalder will be able to see you and add you to the last seat of the staff as a young man. Although, I'm in charge of chores."
"Don't be modest. I'm so sorry. You weren't blessed with magic talent, but your head turns well. You should encourage it at that rate."
"Thank you."
"I'll be glad to hear the good news in a while."
Leken loosens his expression. A slight appearance on the pathological blue-white face but a return of blood colour.
After a brief conversation about public stories and recent developments, Sidamo switched topics with a serious look on his face.
"... My brother, I can't seem to see my sister."
"Sidamo, that's not one of the clans anymore. Be careful not to call me sister again. There are people's ears everywhere."
"My mother is different. My sister is my sister."
"Whoever draws the blood of such a filthy concubine is the stain of our clan. It's my beloved father's, worst souvenir. Don't say that again."
When Leken reprimands him with a harsh tone, Sidamo speaks.
Leken takes his gaze off Sidamo. This attitude toward the only person in the body. Since when have I become such a person?
This was not the case when I was young. Leken, Sidamo and Matari were very close brothers and sisters. The three of us had vowed to work together to set up the house.
"… our apologies"
"…… Sidamo. Don't ever come back here again."
"Brother, what are you saying?"
"You should have had your place. Perhaps even that filthy one can do any of it. You can leave the art family to me, the Lord."
"Ah, brother?
When Leken runs out, Sidamo is breathtaking. There is something impatient in Leken's face.
"Okay? And leave this city of art as soon as you can. This is my brother's last order."
Coldly, Leken stands up and leaves the reception room. Keep Siddhamo, who speaks the language of restraint, out of sight.
After Sidamo and Matari were gone from this house, Leken gave most of his squire time.
Sidamo served in the Royal Yuz Army and used his abilities to find a place.
Matari also grew up to be able to survive on his own. It was Leken who gave the money to the housekeeper who took care of Matari. It's not something any housekeeper can do, such as feed one human being.
It will be up to Matari herself to decide what path to take in the future. Without getting caught in the name of fallen art.
"… the time will come soon. It's my job to cut the last weir. I'm the only one who can forgive you. Survive the torrent and try to rebuild the art family again"
For that I have abandoned my pride and interacted with a group of hateful star churches. Just as they've been using us to expand their forces, now they're using them. Soon, the ceremony that should be at its core will be completed. The time for decision is near.
Leken squeezes his fist hard.
(As long as you get the star balls, you have nothing to fear. Until then, follow the scraps of Ilgachev. If things get done, they'll smash the roots out of Star Church or something!
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"Do you want to keep this for today? I came all the way down to the ninth basement, and it's about time."
Speak up to Matari, whose brave men are moving forward a little.
Coming up to the ninth floor, the number of prison parties on temporary permits also begins to increase, and many groups are holding fixed point hunts. Experience will be gained around here to graduate from temporary permits. In the three hours of the temporary permit, it seems to be as elaborate as crossing the tenth floor. There are also many rats, but hunting rabbits and blood-sucking bats are the main prey. If you're on a fixed point hunt, you don't have to worry about an ambush, so if you're not alarmed, you're not afraid enough.
Instead of fixed-point hunting, the brave men as they travel need to be vigilant. Because my goal was to get to where I could go.
Matari prepares for an ambush and makes a vigilant walk with a shield. He runs at full speed until about the seventh floor, and then takes a cautious approach.
About two weeks after I started trying the labyrinth. Earned well. When I got used to it, it was the most dangerous, but since the brave men are moving forward sheltering Matari, there are no major problems either. Matari has also gained some experience and begun to blossom her talents as a warrior. Fear of demons is taking hold, and we are starting to be able to fight as much as we want. All this has to do is step on the number of places.
Against Matari, who sees a rush at any rate, the brave man has decided that he should brush his arms over a long time.
"Yeah, yeah. Right. That might be good for you today. I'd like to go to the 10th floor next."
Matari holds his sword and checks his time with his pocket watch.
According to the belly clock of the brave, the remaining time is about thirty minutes later.
"I think we know the way, and we can go next, right?
"Yes, I think I can go!
"Okay. Then let's take a break until the hour. I'm hungry too."
The brave man swung his bloody sword around and shook it off before delivering it to his sheath.
Sit vigorously on the appropriate steps by the aisle. Remove the hand wipe from the lumbar bag and wipe out the face painted on the blood.
"- Phew. You're a little tired."
Matari, who saw how it was, also takes a breath and sits back as it is. Fatigue accumulated due to vigilant movement.
Sometimes heavy armor, constant care is quite heavy labor.
The brave warn me not to be too careful, but I couldn't do such a clever imitation of a serious matari.
"You're being too careful. You should pull some more shoulder strength. Because you don't have to rush."
From the sachet of his hips, the brave man takes the small chopped bread and throws it at his mouth.
It doesn't taste good, but it's chewy. Increased thirst is arguably the downside.
"Beh, I'm not in any hurry. It's hard to help."
"With a little more experience, you'll be fine. Because I can blow it out one of these days. That way I can spare my mind. So did I."
"Yu, are you brave too?
"Well, I was immature and weak at first. There's no such thing as a strong guy from the start."
"That's right, isn't it"
Matari nods small. But he has a hard look to say. I thought the brave man had seen a look somewhere. It's strangely visionary.
Where was that? When was that? Who was it? What's your name?
"Mr. Brave, are you okay?
"Mm, oh, you want some?
"No, no, I'm fine. I don't want to eat anything right now."
"Yeah, well, that's good."
With a depressing looking matari on his ass, the brave man continues to chew on Mushamsha.
Because it is teethy but tasteless, the dried meat from the emergency food was also thrown into the mouth. When the saltiness spreads in your mouth, you complain of thirst.
The brave took out the bamboo barrel and gabbed the water.
"Huh. If this was alcohol, it would be. That's the one who drinks in the labyrinth on boulders. Let's say we have a drink when we get home."
"Ah, that brave man"
"Mm, what?
"Oh, the..."
"If you have something to say, say it clearly."
"Ah, yes, no"
Matari says finally. But when he saw the expression, the brave man thought only a little. I wonder why I forgot.
I've said I've had it as a nightmare many times before. I feel like my old memories have been getting cloudy lately. The brave man holds the temple.
This is probably what Matari thinks.
- Age is lower than you, and your physique is poorer than you are. Yet I have not made the demons of the labyrinth bitter at all. He even uses healing techniques in attack magic. The arm of the sword is also above itself. I'm just being taught and I'm not doing anything for it. So why are we together?
If you look at my face, you know what I think. There is something floating about me that despises me.
I also understand the words that follow this. Was it faster or longer than I thought?
The brave waited silently for the next word, wondering which it might be.
Something approaches Tokotoko from behind the aisle as the brave man looks at the troubled Matari.
It's the size that made the labyrinth rat go round and round. Is it about the size of a pig?
- It is the natural enemy of rats, the so-called 'cat'. It's a carnivore who has a habit of making small fools of humans.
"Nyer."
"Oh, that, it's a cat. There's a cat in here, too, right? It's a little big, but you look cute."
"A little big, I guess."
"I'm coming over here!
A turn away from the worried appearance, Matari is making an energetic weather voice. Apparently Matari likes cats.
Though frightened that he was a cash guy, the brave man observes the cat.
He is rubbing his face with his hands as he floats his nostalgic face. If the size were a little smaller, it wouldn't be any different than a normal cat.
When the brave man found the dried meat in his hand, the cat rattled like a gnarly sweet.
"- Cat, hey. Maybe you want this dried meat. Hey, you want it?
Brave men list dried meat for blah blah and cat. The cat narrowed her eyes and rang nymph again.
"Mr. Brave, can't I give you that? Me, you love cats!
Nico and the happy looking matari. Matari seems more catty than a dog, but I don't care about that. I seem to have completely forgotten where this place is. If I had come alone, I would surely be dead within three days.
The brave man almost held his head unexpectedly, but he thought this was also his personality. And tell Matari cold with no expression.
"It's not up to you. Or kill that cat now."
"Uh, yeah!? Why not?"
"There's no way there's a normal cat in a place like this. Think carefully. If you get caught off guard, you'll end up in your head."
"Yes, I do, though. Hmm."
I look at the cat with the look on his face that Matari is incredible. The cat is tilting his neck with his crushed black eyes wide open.
The brave man pulls out the dagger knife he received from the outer road and points his tip at the cat.
"How long can you wear a cute 'cat'?
…………
"I'm going to cut off that kind of mustache first. Then you'd show your rotten nature, wouldn't you?
"…… Grrr."
The cat's mouth is slightly distorted. Red things mix up in my crushed eyes.
"Yu, brave man. The cat is threatening you."
"Observe carefully. You can see I'm asking for this gap. Focus on your consciousness and feel the feline killer."
"Ha, yes!
Gaze at Matari as he was told and begin to observe. He immediately felt something, and rushed to take his sword and shield.
The brave man was never going to bring Matari to the labyrinth again if he still didn't notice this. He was going to snap his hands and feet, make them impossible to fight for a while, and then plant a fear that he would never be able to wipe again. He would resent me, but he thought it would be better than being a demon bait.
"Ko, you cat -"
"You're a demon no matter what. Keep as many people as you like to be alert to someone like this. It's too late for that."
"Su, excuse me"
"... Now, that cat cover is inside. You smell blood. [M] And there's a unique smell of demon rot. Incredible smell. Look, just get it right!
When a brave man takes the trick of throwing a dagger knife, the 'cat' turns backwards one turn to manifest its true nature.
"Grrrrrrrrrr!!
Pull out your teeth and put up sharp hook nails. Hellcat, the mighty enemy that appears in the upper echelons. Alarm the target and then strip the fangs. It is fast and powerful enough to feed the rat that is the cleaner of the labyrinth. Particular attention must be paid to hook claws that tear iron armor apart.
"Matari, I'll cover you, so you can pick it up. We need to be able to deal with our enemies quickly. If you let him escape, he smells like he's in the way, so finish him off with a blow. - Are you ready?
"Ha, yes! You can always!
He holds his shield in the front and draws his sword back. This is the basic structure of Matari. Collaboration that is good at holding it down with a shield and tailoring it with a sword.
The brave men, still rough shredded, had decided that Matari was going to stretch. Best of all, I'm blessed with my physique. I also have talent as a warrior. From time to time, there are objects such as swords and legs that keep an eye out for the rush.
The brave men who have seen first-rate warriors up close can tell. Later I wish I had a fierce personality for warriors, but I also thought that would be the hardest part. The priesthood seems better suited to this man's virtues.
The brave man tows his gaze as the cat mojo hits the lead and tries to jump to Matari. It caged a tremendous killing spirit, which only made the cat's body snap for a moment.
The brave man unleashes a flamethrowing bullet elaborated in an impromptu manner. Burning little fireballs cover the face of the cat.
"Gigna!!
Without experiencing the severe pain caused by the burn, he starts to pull back with his face under control.
I didn't miss that gap and Matari started the assault.
"Haaaaaa!!
Beat the opponent's head with a shield, further breaking the standing demon.
A sword of lowering pierces the dewy abdomen. Cat mojo runs his nails all the way to the last resistance, tearing Matari's arm apart.
"Gunyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
"Kuh! This!!
Armor has reduced the damage, but blood seeps out. I have pain, but I never let go of my sword. Pulling his sword out of his abdomen, he pushed it into the cat's head to stab him in the face.
Matari continues to move his sword into small pieces, as he chooses his brain marrow. Blood splashes, dyeing Matari's armor red.
The cat slept and screamed, but eventually it ran out and stopped moving.
"Ha, ha!
"That was a good offense. Grilling, especially after stabbing. That works, right? I got hit, too, but it comes directly to the brain. It's not funny, but it's gonna make you laugh."
A brave man walks over to Matari, laughing lightly with Ahaha. If you take an injured arm, it quickly heals.
"- Huh. Yu, brave man?
Matari, touched by the wounded area, smiles at his face.
"The wounds can be healed quickly. Even if it's a thousand cuts, I can stick it together. I don't know if you're used to pain."
The healing light surrounds Matari's right arm and instantly heals the wound.
The brave man said that nothing was wrong with this, as it did not appear to be that serious.
"The scratches are blocking."
"It doesn't leave a scar. You don't have to worry."
…………
"What's wrong? I keep my mouth shut. Oh, I'm not charging you for the treatment."
A brave man peeks into Matari's face from below. My face was floating when I was worried earlier.
"Ah, you know. I was just about to tell you."
"…… yeah?
"How can a brave man work with me? On top of being so strong, you can use magic and even handle healing techniques."
…………
"So, that. Maybe I'm just luggage, I don't know."
Ahaha and self-derisive laughing matari. But the brave man wonders if her words are true.
Is it better if they just don't call me 'monster' this time? Matari is out of sight.
"... how did I work with you? Um, why was that? I don't know. I wonder if he's going to make it."
"Well, tell me if that annoys you! I don't care about me, but I'm fine. I've always been alone, and I'm used to it."
Matari smiles sadly. Without the brave, Matari would have acted alone. Her origins that she has fallen may affect her.
"... there are times when you two are better than one. Enemy attacks are dispersed and can cover each other's gaps. Plus, if you think you're a foot wrapper, you just need to work out."
"……… but"
"It's not 'but'. If you can't use magic, you just have to hone your swordsmanship. You're a good muscle, so with experience, you're sure to be strong. I assure you."
- After talking that far, the brave man wonders. I wonder why I said something to stop him.
Don't you think it's a good idea that the world doesn't know this? You just have to push along and die wild on your own. Next door, I'm gone. It shouldn't be what I found out.
…………
"…… and…"
A brave man makes words pack for a moment.
"And?"
"In case I can't move, if you're around, I'm sure you can help me, right?
The brave man unconsciously puts his hand on his chest. I don't know why, but it's hot enough to cook. My heartbeat is pounding hard.
Even though the sword is no longer pierced. I looked at the hand that was keeping my heart under control, but it still didn't have blood on it.
(Would I have been the same if someone had stayed with me then? Or, after all, did this happen)
The days I kept running away. Exhausted, the last place of memories to escape. Again they appeared. And.
- The world seeps red.
"Yu, brave man?
"... If you still don't like it, do as you please. It wasn't originally a formal jailer. I won't go after those who leave. Because that's my doctrine. I'm used to it, too, so it's okay. I'll just go back to the usual."
When the brave man leaves Matari, he goes to the side of the demonic corpse and waves the dagger knife in his power. When he slashes the tail of the cat, he rambles it into the skin bag.
When Matari, who saw it, hurriedly approached him, he lowered his head with tremendous momentum.
A brave man pushed by momentum opens his eyes unexpectedly.
"I'm sorry I barked so weakly! It may be your stuff for a while, but I'm sure we'll catch up soon! I will definitely get stronger and show you too!!
"That's right. but good luck."
"Yes! I kind of blew it off. I have decided to praise the sword's path as it is! I'll do my best!"
"That's right. That would be nice."
"Yes, I've been worried sick. I wonder if it's really good to stay like this. Thank you so much, brave man. And thank you for your continued support!
With that said, Matari squeezed his brave hand hard with disappointment. The depression earlier is gaining momentum as if it were a lie.
A brave man looks at his face unexpectedly. A squeezed hand is screaming.
"Hey, it hurts a little. - 'Cause it really hurts, you idiot! Look, get away from me! It's so hot!"
"If you get used to the pain, you'll be fine."
"I'm not used to these sores! What world are you in for a fool who can shake hands and torment people!
"Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, but wait a minute."
A brave man opened from the all-powerful handshake of hell. The next thing I was waiting for was the restraint on my head. A large hand of Matari grabs the brave man's head with disappointment.
I thought it was dented and started rambling like a pig.
(You really can't grasp the personality, you asshole girl.... although my head is exactly grabbed for some reason)
"Just for a second, there's blood on my face. I'll clean it up, so please don't move. It'll all be over soon."
"Hey, hey, hey."
Matari begins to wipe the face of the gossip and brave man with a cloth. My face is transformed into a funny shape with gnats. The brave man thought it might be something a little more difficult to add or subtract.
"- Yes, this is fine. I'm back to my usual busy looking brave man!
Matari releases the brave man's head with no offense ramblings.
"Ah, you. There will be a way! I can wipe my own face!
"Oh, I'm sorry"
Matari scratching her head with a neat face.
"You don't really think it's a bad idea. That's what it says on your face."
"That's not true! I wash my face and teeth every day!
Matari has his hands in front of him and he is making an outrageous physical appeal.
The spiritual power of the brave drained. I feel a little easier, though.
(Should it have been dissolved after all? I don't feel like I'm getting more headaches)
The brave man bends his back and exhales a deep sigh.
"Ha, I'm kind of tired. I drink so much that I don't like alcohol today, I'm going to rest in bed. Naturally, it's all in your luxury."
"Oh, no. Let's split it up. We're buddies!
"It's weird. I made a fuss on my own. It's a nuisance fee. I'm a snack, so don't worry."
"……… all lies"
"Did I say something?
"No, I didn't say anything!
Matari shook his head sideways, rushing to deny it. The figure was funny, so the brave man blew it out unexpectedly.
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"... hey, go to your room if you want to sleep. It's annoying to other customers. Now is the time to make money."
The master of Extreme Pavilion notices his grump. He seems concerned about whispering for once.
"……… Don't tell me."
The brave man pointing his mouth when it is outside his heart. That's irrational.
Irrational is a pig daughter sleeping happily drooling next door.
Returning to the Extreme Pavilion, he began to talk about what he had done with the quotes he had eaten scattered, how he was in a good mood, and the end of his sleep when he was ready.
No matter how much the brave man rocks, there's no sign of it happening at all. It doesn't work when I squeeze my cheeks. Pulling the tail of a golden horse doesn't respond.
"I'm sure he's one of yours. Take care of yourself till the end. After paying for the food and drink properly. You guys seem to have a good economy, so I'm not gonna let you get in the way."
The master, who had been asked by Matari about the new armor, stabs the nail firmly.
The brave man takes his hands off his tail and clasps his shoulders.
"Weird. I was supposed to be luxurious. I wonder why I'm such a luxurious feather."
"I guess that's the fate. Give it up."
"No, I don't believe in fate. You choose your own path. So here's what I'm gonna do."
"What are you gonna do?"
To the Master's question, the brave man offers an empty glass.
"Give me another drink."
"I can't take your place anymore. You, you think you can handle it if you fall asleep too. My eyes won't be deluded. Pay now and go back to your room. Take the lady."
With a vigilant eye, I'm staring at this one. Is it also a dumb past when charges were trumped down?
The brave man thought about making fun of him, but when he saw the pig next door, he reconsidered that it was time to go back.
"Yes, yes, I get it. I'm leaving today. Yes, the price. I don't need a change."
"Isn't that just the price for making it look great? Totally."
"This is how you feel, isn't it?"
When the brave man gets out of the counter seat, he causes his pig daughter, who is screwed at the front, to shoulder. The weight only hangs for unconscious minutes.
"... you guys look like sisters when you're doing that. I feel like a petty little sister who cares about a bad alcoholic sister."
"Shut up."
When the brave man stares, the master is scared and scared.
"... don't be so angry. It was a smiling sight, so I just shared my thoughts."
"Yes, yes, bye."
As the brave man tries to walk out, the master calls out from his back. Unlike earlier, in some serious tones.
"Do I warn you of only one thing? Some of the prize necks are starting to be interested in you. You have to be careful."
"Heh. What the hell kind of rotten people are they? Maybe we'll see another interesting spectacle."
When I wonder if I'm dealing with a scum that emits rotten odors, I get unwittingly depressed by the words and the back of my back. But I feel even worse about keeping him alive. Those who emit rotten odors must be eliminated as soon as they are found. That is my mission as a brave man.
"What is it? You're a puppeteer, aren't you? It seems like there were some people who tried it out. The bounty necks are always crazy guys, but they seem to be flying even more. I just heard it from Limonsea, too."
"Oh, that bad character, the thick makeup"
"Don't say that in front of him. What an attitudeless customer you were throwing a knife at with a smile. That mama, she's nothing."
The master I remember blues my face.
"Neti, let's go. That's why I won't tell you. Well, don't worry, they'll all kill you if they see you."
"Ha, I can really count on this. Be careful not to die prematurely. You're busy, but you're a good customer."
"Thank you very much for that."
Raising his hand to the master, the brave man slowly began to ascend the stairs. Matari hasn't woken up yet. Did you break the tension? It seemed like today was a long day. Maybe I could spit out what was on my mind.
I guess I won't hesitate to show my lead as a pig warrior from now on.
The brave man who imagined it must have thought he would be pulled around scattered. But somehow I didn't think it was bad either.
Maybe because I felt it was going to be more fun than being alone.