Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

Hidden among the Great Forest Mistrals is Needs Heg, an accomodation town covered in tree crowns.

Once a robust fortress, the town was built as a stronghold for the adventurers to destroy the Elves.

More than a decade after the conquest of Mistrand and after losing its function as a fortress, it is used as a small relay point connecting the east and west.

But the original function that Needs Heg has is never just to be present as a small lodging town.

One of the three great labyrinths of Alvaris, the underground labyrinth 'Ratatosk'. To manage it, Needs Heg existed and was run by the Adventurer Guild.

Travelers themselves are not uncommon. But it was rare for a tokkie carriage to stop in this town.

The man who came down is a black-haired, black-eyed, and finally black-eyed adventurer, dressed in a black coat.

I was still young when I was old. But the man's cohesive atmosphere was as tatty as an ancient dragon.

The appearance of a wand wrapped in cloth with one hand and two swords at the waist is frivolous. That's all the eyelids on the left eye were intimidating, but more disturbing than that is the right eye that houses the dark light.

His eyes mirrored an unusual color, different from both intent to kill and anger.

"Paranoid" if you dare to say so.

The man, with his eyes like a hungry wolf who had eaten his daughter by a lion, walks out slowly.

All this day, the evening moment.

The boy once known as the brave man - Isayagi Asapura - arrived at Needs Heg.

The boulevard, where the sun was going down, was lined with shops.

Is it time for all the carriage flights arriving today to be finished, one man walks past them starting to mess around.

Such a blackened man stopped at the end of a mundane shop.

"Ah, there you are...... no!

The store number daughter saw him with his eyelids on, and although she only mumbled for a moment, she was driven by the greedy spirit of what would make her miss her last guest of the day, and in the end she raised her voice vigorously.

"Oh, one, how about -?

……

The products she lined up were a number of her own crafts and ornaments. A girl born and raised in this town to the parents of guild staff, but the dream is huge and she wants to be a leading accessory craftsman in the future.

Although the tips and the products that continue to be made are quite bulky, but I have never sold them for accessories that are supposed to be eyeballs, and yet only mascots like wooden carved totem poles that I'm not sure I made at random are bought. The girl was having her days with complicated feelings.

But I thought this guy in front of me might be interested in something like that, as a merchant's eye. It's like no pulse, but as a merchant, I couldn't help but speak up. It is a difficult one.

The man - Isagi seems to be looking sharply at the item.

For some reason, that tension is conveyed, and my daughter accidentally finds herself. This could be, hey, I don't know what to expect.

What he stares at is a number of accessories that his daughter puts particular effort into, one way or another, even though they are crafts - not Heguchi.

Oh, oh? Or something like that, my daughter folded up.

"That's a lot of delicacies made by the hands of famous designers. It's the most popular accessory in this town."

……

I'm not lying.

I plan to become a famous designer in the future, and there are no other stores selling accessories in this town but ours, so it's definitely the most popular.

My daughter, who is having a hard time getting recognition for her artistic taste and whose qualities as a merchant are fully blooming, floats a sales smile that is almost perfect.

This is a moment of tension as to what the man will buy.

"... ring, or"

"Huh?"

My daughter turns her eyes round and unwittingly listens back. He can't believe it right now.

The rabbit hesitates, but he cheeks and crushes following.

"... I want a ring, but I don't know what to do with it"

"Damn... is that right! Then I'll take care of it!

The swordswallowing atmosphere he was wearing was foggy, and instead the bareface was hidden from view.

That's kind of like being the first boy to give a gift to a woman.

My daughter tenses herself out and rides herself out with her sleeves rolled up.

"Um, ah, what kind of person are they? Oh, a woman, a woman, right?

"Oh, oh."

This is such a small town. There is little talk of sex.

My daughter devours a man with half a merchant and half a vegan. He seems to be pulling a lot, but he didn't make an escape.

"What kind of person are you? Are you calm? What's the vibe? What's your age, etc?

"Uh...

Right, she's a cool woman.

The atmosphere feels more energetic and bright......

He's a lot older than me. "

"I see..."

The man politely returned the inquiry, which was asked early in the arrow inheritance.

Humph nods, his daughter indulges in her own accessories.

My daughter's ring was basically available in free sizes so that it would suit every race. Because the things that come to this town are so varied.

"So how about an appearance or something? It's the color of your hair, your skin.

Oh, or whatever color you like, I'll take it into consideration. "

"I had blonde hair and my skin was very white.

Favorite color... Favorite color, huh? "

The man puts his hand on his chin and thinks a little.

As I remember something, I twisted my neck and then snapped.

"He said he likes black.

Dark-haired black eyes are rare... because they're my color. "

To a man who would say that in embarrassment, his daughter would say, "Heh!" I almost screamed out.

Curse. This is curse. Besides, it's a curse for my daughter and a young man of the same age. I can't help but light up this one I'm asking. Only now had I completely forgotten about business and my daughter had turned into one loving maiden. No, I'm not in love.

"Then I'd love this! Not here!

It's a ring with a 7th class Demon Crystal black crystal, but, well, it doesn't fit in magic or anything...... so, but this is the best!

"Mmm..."

Sticking out the picked ring, the man received it like it mattered, touching the broken object.

Or maybe you're thinking about the other woman with that ring on her head. Imagine that, my daughter's cheeks are getting red.

By the way, what I've just given you is subtly the most expensive accessory in this store, but if it's the final landing place for maiden and commercial minds, it's probably appropriate.

At the end of the day, the rabbit nods in such a way that it is pushed off.

But at the end of the day, I said, "... okay, this ring. Beautiful, probably, suits you," she said, so her daughter's excitement reached its climax.

The truth is, I made it! And desperately suppressed my desire to scream, and my daughter tried to get you an account.

The man caught the ring he played with his thumb in the air, and when he put it in, he took the bag of contents out of his nostalgia instead.

"You took care of me. Less, but keep it."

"Huh."

With the sachet on his palm, his daughter raised a bare voice.

Steady, heavy. With his neck tilted, the man is already trying to leave the spot.

"Oh, uh, money..."

If he spoke in a hurry, he would raise his hand without turning around and return the "Goodbye" greeting. All I'm saying is that I've already run errands.

Maybe I got involved with a hell of a lot of people, what a bluer spine my daughter is now. Identifying the nature of an adventurer is supposed to be a mandatory skill for a merchant.

I don't know what to do, I'll call the Adventurer Guild, etc. Just peek into the contents of the bag.

"Huh!

My daughter had a nervous breakdown and accidentally entered the scene.

What was in there was still just enough money to make a change, even if I bought up all my daughter's store merchandise.

The last ready Isagi headed is the Adventurer's Guild, located in the center of Needs Heg.

The atmosphere of the Adventurer Guild, which serves as the Inn of this town, is calm, calm and as if it were a big pension.

Standing at the reception of only one is a man with gray hair. When I was a year old, I would have plugged it into old age, or it seemed that the atmosphere of moderation reflected the philosophy of this Adventurer Alliance branch as it were.

"Hi, are you staying today?"

"... no, it's not"

Isagi shook his head quietly and cut to the point of going straight in.

"I'm here to try 'Ratatosk'"

"... hey hey"

The old man narrows his eyes so that he deserves a rabbit. As soon as that happens, a slight struggle rises from his body. A retired former adventurer?

The man nods as convinced in a way to the rabbit who looks back at that gaze in a flat manner.

"I see.

However, adventurers have been forbidden to enter voluntarily for the past few years.

I don't know what's going on in there.

I'm not going to let you feed the missouri labyrinth. "

"Don't worry. I have permission from headquarters."

What Isagi offered was a letter with a wax seal on the Alliance headquarters.

Regardless, it was a permit to acknowledge the challenge to Ratatosk.

The official who receives it strokes his beard to reveal himself inside.

"Ah... were you at headquarters? I see, I understand.

About two months ago, the guys at HQ had just tried.

But this time, it looks like you haven't arrived yet. "

"I'm the only one trying."

When I heard that word, the man was about to end his sentence.

"... Alone, to Ratatosk?

"Oh, that's what it says"

……

The man re-reading the writing in his mind again, still stroked his beard as he was about to.

"... Indeed. But this is so... ummm..."

"There shouldn't be a problem"

"On the paperwork, yes, it is..."

Seeing a rabbit younger than his own son, I guess he has some thoughts, too.

But the sharks don't fit together.

If we penetrate such an attitude, the man is ultimately nothing more than admitting.

If it makes sense to say 'I challenge you alone', that's because even if you throw away the fruit of having a party, you must protect it.

"... ok. Let's take you to Ratatosk tomorrow."

Sigh to him, but Isagi says even more impossible.

"I'd like to go now."

Now it's time the man lost his word.

I don't know what you're in a hurry for...

"From now on, is...?

But you should take a night off or so.

The labyrinth is not the kind of thing that will be attacked tomorrow. "

"I don't mind. I'm not tired. Show me."

……

I've broken up with my friends, and I will no longer hold the rabbit.

There were no more words to him that could be deceived out of the mouth of an official, who solidified his will that way.

"… Now let's arrange a carriage immediately"

The man also told me so with a clear look of stray.

Path in the sunset woods. The wheel turns over the faded edge and a single carriage rushes.

It's a little carriage for two. Sitting as your man was an Alliance employee man earlier.

"… I have led many adventurers to Ratatosk.

That's why I know, there was something like intuition. "

……

Next to the old man holding the reins, Isagi was deeply hooded and kept silent.

In his chest, various thoughts are swirling now.

That sense of accomplishment that we're finally here and the anxiety that we're just finally at the starting point. And I'm anxious to know what's waiting for me.

The man manipulating the horse loosens his cheeks as if he had received a close guest.

"Yes, your husband will probably go quite a bit."

……

"It's as if those things are different from the adventurers who have ever challenged the labyrinth: eyes, determination or readiness. Clarity."

……

You mean to rest, or he's an old man again, too.

Blood may be boiling long before Isagi, who ends up in jail for trying to persuade him as an official's duty and is ready to turn back that way no longer.

The thought that you're talking to a man who might attack the underground labyrinth of difficulty must be rapping him.

"We are now told that Ratatosk has been stepped up to the fourth tier.

No one has seen the fifth hierarchy of illusions.

It's been said that the other day, five parties of S-class adventurers reached the bottom.

What about authenticity, too? But... "

The man nods satisfactorily.

"Your husband has a different waist. Looks like the number of digits that have gone around the training grounds is different."

"... do you understand?

To Isagi, who asked sideways, he expressed his "yes" affirmation.

"I've seen adventurers for a long time.

Bloody things don't come back first, do they?

I turned to the labyrinth with my husband's eyes like...

Yeah, you used to have just one of those.

A woman with golden hair. It was always straight forward and cloudless. "

……

Isagi rebacked his shoulder bag and looked up at the sky.

From among clouds stained red like demonic clouds, the moon has yet to let its face peek.

The old man manipulates the reins, slightly lowering the tone of his voice.

"Or, I thought so.

However... neither did his people, come back.

Have you been deprived of your soul, have you been captured by the chains of time, and will you continue to sleep again forever?

Later, Ratatosk was sealed off.

Right, is that even twelve years ago... "

"... twelve years"

Isagi repeated in his mouth.

the length, weight and depth of those years.

Although I still can't taste it right now.

"... preha"

"Oh, did you know"

For so long, the old man, who has dropped off the adventurers, puts his hand on the wrinkled carved forehead and laughs shyly.

"Yeah, 'The Labyrinth Queen' Preah. Fewer people believe me now, though.

This is where they say she ends up.

of the legends of Preah around the world, well, it's one of them. "

"Right."

"I want your husband to come back alive."

……

The conversation broke off there.

Running along a path that was paved to sew through a huge woodland, Isagi eventually reaches his destination.

One of those places where the legend of Preah ends.

Underground Labyrinth, Ratatosk.

"This way, sir."

At a point not so far from where there was once an elf, there was a deep hole in the great tree.

There is only one small watchhouse around. I guess they're blocking this labyrinth.

It's not so bad that it's embarrassing. It's just a hole there, but the invisible dark hole at the bottom was like a gateway to hell.

I'm just saying that if I get dragged in, I'll never come back.

Hell, hell.

Superior.

Get out of the carriage, and the rabbit snaps small.

"... Isanagi once picked up his wife in Yellow Springs by herself."

"Isanagi?

Isagi walks to see his feet as he asks him as he descends from the platform.

To the entrance of Ratatosk.

"Well, I wonder what. It's the name of a great god in my country."

"Hmm...... I wonder what it is.

I think I've heard that strange sound somewhere......

Oh, speaking of which, you look like the brave man who once saved this continent, don't you?

He hammers in surprise.

The rabbit doesn't stop, he raises his arm.

"Everything seems to come from the name of that brave man. Parents who give their sons the name of God, I guess."

"Ho, did I?

I see the brave man named God... "

"The brave man must be more obsessed with the goddess now"

"... If so, it's a good thing."

The rabbit restarts his backpack and advances his legs to the bottom of the sleeping land of the dead.

I made sure of the ring I put in my nose, and, okay, I was small and determined.

The man staring at his back, not turning around, bows his head deeply, just dropping it off with a word.

"Good luck, then."

"Thankyou."

When I came back from the warped world of space-time, the man didn't want to remember it, even if every view had changed.

Because I just don't need anything else right now.

This begins the underground labyrinth 'Ratatosk' strategy.

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First tier/trunk darkness

The first tier as soon as it enters is the cave.

The narrow passage connected the hall to the hall, making it a truly labyrinthine labyrinth.

The three-dimensional three-dimensional three-dimensional structure is complex, and it is easy to imagine that the first challengers would eat a considerable amount of time stopping here.

But there are maps around here that have already been broken. With the wisdom of his forefathers, Isagi stepped into the darkness to be invited.

The labyrinth is a silent world.

Isagi divulges herself so as to resist the painful silence in her ear.

"Well, here we go."

No signs of organisms, as if.

I guess this neighborhood has already started demon worldization.

I miss it.

This smell, this scent. Similar to the demonic world where the rabbit continued to wander.

The labyrinth itself is a rabbit I've only attacked once, but I know more about the demonic world than anyone else.

A prison of his own magic. That's where Isagi mastered the rupture.

"First of all, it's a magic crystal light."

Night-eyed sharks can advance their legs as long as they have a slight light source.

Ring the magic crystal on your wrist and it will glow blurry. It is the Demonic Crystal Light, a tool that emits light on a yearly basis.

Attach left and right one at a time. It weighs a lot, but not so much that it restricts movement.

There was no obstacle whatsoever because of its special nature of illuminating farther away than nearby.

"Oh, crystal pass."

The large palm gyro compass removed from the pocket points downward. It is an essential tool that catches a sleeping Demonic Crystal reaction in the land during a Labyrinth attack and guides you to its destination.

Others include Macarib, a magic tool that sprinkles sparkling crystalline water in response to a special light, so that it becomes a landmark on the way home and on the divide. There is a residual meter for this like a water bottle, which can be marked roughly fifty times, but the rabbit prepared ten just in case.

Armed is the Divine Sword Klausoras, Barryzd's Crystal Sword Karadborg. And a goddess' scepter mistletoein that can unleash polarity. Just in case, some Livestones. With all this, there will be no lack of preparation.

"All you have to do is strictly prohibit rupture,"

In a demon-worlded labyrinth, a rupture that affects that demon world is so dangerous that you don't know what's going to happen.

Part of the labyrinth disappears, creating a space of nothingness that is not connected to the meat or demonic worlds, and could even be dragged into it.

It's just too dumb, such as a suicide bombing by myself that makes a labyrinth attack fail. Isagi strongly suppressed the left eye band.

Similarly, in the labyrinth, 'sorcery' is also hypersensitive. Instead of being able to unleash greater power than usual, once that control fails, the energy full of the demonic world easily bounces back to the operator himself.

This labyrinth world is different from the earth. Isagi remembers it in her liver.

"If I could, I'd rather not use magic."

Even though Isagi has handled magic better than before, it is also a huge mess left to the immense magic of his own. I can't say I'm good at it yet.

So I wish I could just cut through the sword where there was a crisis ahead of me.

Two, Isagi stopped on his feet feeling signs.

In principle - there is no such thing as a 'monster' in Alvaris.

When it comes to beasts that solve human language, only the Dragons have been changed by the four banned arts, 'Veterinary Arts'.

The Creator God, who created the Demon and Divine tribes, never gave wisdom to the beasts. Therefore, there is no animal or plant in this world that manipulates witchcraft.

That's only for this' meat world ', though.

In the labyrinth, that is, in the land of demonic worldliness, shall dwell the things of this world.

I can hear the footsteps of one person.

It's a bunch of deceased people approaching us by dragging rotten meat, scattering rotten skins, rotten hands and feet, and a strange odor that revives nausea.

Slowly, ugly monsters appeared in the light.

This is what the inhabitants of Alvaris call them.

"Soul Man (Undead)" and.

"I wonder what the remnants of life leaked out of the soul world are.

I'm trying to recreate my memories as a former ningen, and I'm staying in the dirt.

But that didn't work, dragged by vivid death memories,

I don't know if it's going to be in that shape... or what Cerdel said. "

They are made of dirt, like Shi Dai-jun (Golem), but they don't know why they scatter rotten odors.

One scholar says, 'It's our souls that originally emit that kind of smell', or a story without dreams or hope.

"Whatever.

The only thing that matters is that they come all the way out here trying to rob the Demon Crystal Nucleus of the Labyrinth, which is more of a soul. "

The art of completely annihilating them, shaped by souls, is not - usually by means of - means.

So Isagi also rips off the flesh of its soil, and for now only secures a route of progress before the soul is possessed by another soil again.

"Purify one shot with Priest's magic! There's no way, the undead in this world."

The immortals, in their original sense, crawl over here with a groan.

That number is countless. With a shape that no longer holds a man or a woman, he approaches me to put his nails on the skin of a rabbit. Their appearance, which spreads across the aisle, is a word of Grotesque.

But to that extent, it's impossible for Isagi to lose her will to fight.

Isagi puts his hand on the sword of his hips, hesitating for only a moment to figure out which one to pull out, and pulls it out that way.

Silver sword. One of the reasons why Isagi was once summoned to this world. It is an artifact restored by a grieving hand and finally returned to it.

The white light that glistens like a broom in the darkness is a glow of beauty.

Isagi looks down at it and realizes. I felt like Kraussolus was more filled with light once or twice than usual.

It is easy to conclude that it is merely an illusion.

But Isagi didn't.

"... well, you know that too.

There's been a preah before this. "

Twenty-four years ago, Isagi and Preah embarked on a journey from Dinas City together, though.

Yes, it wasn't just two departures. Always beside me, there was this sword.

I'm sure you remember this sword, too.

... What a sentiment as a swordsman to think about.

Isagi protruded Claussolus and hoisted the edge of his mouth.

What stands in the way of this Yellow Springs Road will not forgive the dead.

Kick it, slaughter the way.

"Well, let's go. - buddy."