I descend a dimly lit staircase and find myself in a throne room. The calm atmosphere almost chills me to the soul.
It looks as majestic as a royal palace, with ornamental knightly armor holding swords to their chests, lining up to salute the Lord.
In addition, there is a monster on the throne.
The monster sits on the throne and raises its head, making a hard sound. The sound is unnatural as if it is forcing a stiff joint back into place.
The monster then turns its vacant eyes towards me.
âWhoâs itâŠâŠ Le Cain?â
The monsterâs skin is morbidly pale, and every time he exhales, the air around him freezes. He looks like the noble undead â a vampire Iâve heard so much about.
âIâm Henry. I am the lord of this land.â
If you ask me who I am, I have no choice but to say it.
âMy name is Nos Tora. Iâm tired of waiting. I have waited long enough, and I canât bear the boredom of living in this labyrinth where time seems to have stopped.â
âThat sounds terrible.â
I could only give a safe reply to his pretentious words. I donât know who Le Cain is, and I donât understand why this monster, who seems to be the master of the labyrinth, hasnât attacked me.
But if I can communicate with him, it would be a good thing. If I can avoid the battle and get through the labyrinth, I should be able to get the reward that was written on the stone monument.
Blood-red eyes are turned towards me. Unlike Thorâs red eyes, they have a coldness to them.
âHenryâŠâŠ you will never be able to understand how many nights I have endured as a vulnerable human being like you.â
âIt must have been hard for you. âŠâŠ Letâs talk about it. Iâm sure it would be comforting. How about a story about the various forms of harassment I received at the royal palace?â
I thought it would be well received, but it was dismissed as trivial. It was a bad memory, but I thought Nos, who seemed to have a strong sense of humor, would like it. Besides, Iâve never had any friends, so I couldnât think of anything else fun to talk about.
A topic that vampiric people would love. âWhat kind of blood do you like?â I wonder if I should talk about that.
The air around us freezes as Nos lets out a deep sigh. The fallen ice crystals reflect the glittering light.
âIâm tired of living. Thereâs no point in guarding this labyrinth when Le Cain wonât come. Then there is only one thing to do.â
Nos stands up from his throne and holds his hand out in front of him. A wand appears out of nowhere and falls into Nosâs hand.
âLetâs start the hunt to pass the time. I am the hunter and you are the beast.â
Nos raises his staff and a spear made of ice begins floating into the air.
âNow letâs have some fun.â
The wand is swung in the air. The ice spear spins and flies at me, trying to pierce my body.
A cold sweat runs down my spine. Itâs a sign of death.
I leap to the side and avoid it in the nick of time. Iâm wearing armor, so the blow from the metal hurts a little.
The ice spear flies at me as I roll around shamelessly to avoid it.
âWait! I have no hostile intent! Letâs talk about it!â
âNo! If you donât want to be hunted, then kill me!â
As he shouts this, Nosâs face is severely distorted. Rather than enjoying the hunt, he looks as if heâs asking me to kill him.
I take out aăClairvoyance Scrollăfrom the item box and read it. The effect is to detect the location of enemies and traps. Unfortunately, there are no traps in this room that I could use.
âWhat are you doing?! Henry!â
Nos rushes toward me as I kick the ground and jump. I catch the swinging staff with my sword. We strike each other two or three times and then backstep away from each other.
Itâs impossible to discuss this anymore. I have no choice but to defeat him here and now.
I take out a healing potion and pour it on my sword. If itâs an undead opponent, the healing potion would burn its body.
Nos holds up his staff to produce another ice spear. I slash horizontally to take advantage of the small gap, fresh blood dancing in the air.
Blood overflows from Nosâs abdomen. The healing potion seems to be working as I expected, and he appears to be in pain.
Nos stares at me with eyes full of anger.
ââŠâŠ You humans are really interesting. From the looks of it, youâre just human with no talent whatsoever, how did you get that power?â
âI got it by fighting and dying in this dungeon!â
Nos smiles with amusement. It reminds me of my life in the royal palace, which was no fun at all, listening to my fatherâs nonsense.
âInteresting, interesting. Iâd like to die, too.â
Nos raises his staff above his head, his face distorted.
He raises his cane above his head and a blizzard blows through the room as if he were in a snowy mountain. It was so cold that his breath turned white, and his vision was extremely limited.
As I turn left and right to look for Nos, I hear a voice from somewhere.
âCan you survive this?! Aer ă» Robustus ă» Glaciem ă» Hastam.â
An incomparably large ice spear comes flying at me.
I couldnât avoid it and my left arm was gouged wide open. Blood overflowed from the punctured wound.
Gritting my teeth, I take out the last of the healing potions from the item box and sprinkle it on.
My inventory is now empty of recovery items.
âHahahahaha!How does it hurt, Henry?â
I rush in the direction of the voice.
I find Nos and latch on to him with all my might, and he lets out a pained cry.
âGuh! What are you doing!?â
While clinging to him, I take out theăExplosive Flame Scrollăand begin reading it.
A raging fire erupts from the scroll, engulfing Nos and me.
I read the Transfer Scroll before the flames completely engulfs me. Then, due to the scrollâs effect, I am the only one who can escape the fire.
Nos is screaming in the fire. Undeads are weak against holy things and fire. Nos is no exception to this rule.
Nos approach me step by step in agony. His fire-burned skin looks sorrowful. His noble demeanor from earlier is gone, and he now looks more like a monster.
Nos holds up his staff, and I raise my sword to confront him.
âThis has been fun, human âŠâŠ, no Henry. Just finish me already.â
I nod my head and swing my sword down. Nos held his stance, but did not resist.
I get down on my knees and hold the fallen Nos.
He doesnât seem to have the will to resist anymore, and Nos seems to be calm now. It seems hard for him to open his mouth with his burned body, but he doesnât care about it and starts muttering.
âYouâre surprisingly âŠâŠ strong, Henry.â
âNosâŠâŠ You werenât being serious right? Why?â
âNo, no, I really tried my best to hunt Henry.â
Nos was using magic he had never seen before. It looked like he still had a few more tricks up his sleeve, but in the end he had given up on even fighting. I couldnât believe that was serious.
But now that I had weakened him with the scroll and cut him down with the sword, I could no longer do anything but ask him if he had a will.
âIs there anything else youâd like to tell me?â
âI am a prisoner of Le Cain. I have been trapped in his vile trap and have spent what seems like an eternity in this mysterious dungeon. I have no more words to say and no one to say it to.â
Does Le Cain and the others hold the mystery of this dungeon? The one who captured the mighty undead like Nos. Iâll have to be careful in the future.
I look at Nos, who seem somewhat lonely, and come up with an idea.
âIf youâd like to join me, Iâd love to have you as one of my people.ăItâs in the middle of nowhere, but I think itâd be fun to make some friends âŠâŠ.â
If I could find a way to heal Nos in the dungeon and save him, he might become a resident of my land. Although he attacked me, I donât think Nos is a bad guy.
This dungeon is truly complex and bizarre. There is a possibility that we can heal all of our injuries just by going out through the exit.
âFriends huh? âŠâŠ I miss those words. But everything bothers me now, Iâm tired of living.â
Nosâs body begins to crumble.
âHey! If you keep this up, youâre gonna die!â
âThe longer I spent in the âŠâŠ labyrinth, the more I wished that there would be a being to âŠâŠ kill me.â
There is no power in Nosâs eyes. He seems to have lost the will to live.
âIâll answer Henryâs question âŠâŠ one last time. As a parting gift.â
There are so many questions to ask, but none of them are easy to ask, considering Nos. I feel like Iâm taking advantage of him.
Then thereâs only one thing to ask.
âI believe your name is Nos Tora, right? Could it be that the âToraâ in âThe Tiger Trapâ comes from Nosâs name?â
Nos seem to be amused. It was too stupid a question.
âHahahaâŠâŠ hahaha! Yes, Le Cain used that trap to catch me. That was painful!â
âI know, I know. That thing bites harder the more you try to run away from it.â
Nos and I laugh together like idiots.
I talk about many other things with Nos as heâs crumbling. We talk about the vile traps and monsters in the dungeon. He was also very interested in the scrolls I used during the battle.
Time passed, and Nosâs body nearly completely crumbled. Nos could only speak now.
âThis is it, Henry. I donât know why you are here, but perhaps there is a reason. All life is born with a role to play. I wonder what your role is inâŠâŠ.â
As soon as he finishes his sentence, Nos crumbles into ashes. I pray over the remains of Nos â his ashes â on the red carpet and then stand up.
The gate behind the throne shines brightly as if celebrating the completion of the labyrinth. This must be the end.