ăSo. Ye brinâ back de âusk av dat Nue âere?ă
ă⊠To be honest, though, I obtained a rare material dude, such a thought doesnât necessarily not cross my mind.ă
I turn my face away from Spirit-san, who is staring intently at me.
Giving the feelings of Yuki-chan and child Nue a careful consideration, we ended up holding a memorial service.
Well, we simply dug a hole, buried it and offered it a pomegranate fruit.
ăYou really are dense, arenât yer? Oi bet yer âav naw idea âoy much de âusk av a Boss, whaich built an ancientăOther Realmă, is worth.ă
ăI see.ă
Spirit-san crosses her arms and makes a face as if sheâs making fun of me, but her mouth is smiling.
ăSo, yer promised ter bate de Boss, though?ă
ăIyou?ă
She points at the child Nue who cutely tilts its head.
ăBut in de end yer broot it âere.ă
ăIt seems to have ended up growing attached to me.ă
Perhaps acting as the substitute of Yuki-chan, who has ended up promptly going back to the Item Box, it ended up coming along behind the floaty cloud.
Itâs probably lonely, or perhaps it is bored.
It was certainly a place with nice scenery, but if it had been there alone all the time, it would have had too much time on its hands.
ăIf yer donât bate de Boss, disăOther Realmă wonât disappear, yer nu?ă
As if frightened by the glares from Spirit-san, the child Nue hides behind my back and rubs its body against me.
Itâs staring intently at me with its round and cute eyes, but to demand me to finish it off.
ăTo hunt a life that is neither for the purpose of eating or because theyâre my enemies is against my policy.ă
ă⊠canny âelp it. âtis not loike oiâm an eejit who strive ter kill every single monsters. Though it sure is a dilemma, for de somewhat decent challengers are alâ idiots loike yer.ă
The play-biting, as its fluffiness is crackling with electricity, is not an attack, it shouldnât be.
I wonder if it thinks Iâm one of its kind.
Its memory may have been reset and it may have turned into a child, but at any rate its physique is huge, so even its cat punches are megaton-class.
ăSheesh, iâm club. Looks loike dat guy âas taken over deăRoyalty (Diadem)ă. As long as dat guy is present ter serve as deăCoreă, deăOther Realmă wonât disappear, yer nu.ă
Thatâs a problem.
She said that thisăGoten no Zakurosană has grown too much, and if left unchecked, it would reach dangerous situation.
When I stroke the throat of the child Nue, it rolls seemingly feeling good.
Iâm not sure if it is before it was reincarnated, but even if Iâm told to do something about this child Nue, which now has turned into such an idiot, it seems impossible.
ăYou can chucker nathinâ aboyt it even if yer tell dat guy, yer nu. ăRoyalty (Diadem)ă is a passive tinâ. âtis de seem as yisser ăAuthority (Divine)ă. De superior skill avăKinâ Authority (Diadem)ă isăGod Authority (Divine)ă, after alâ.ă
I donât quite get it, but I wonder if sheâs talking about Item Box.
Or rather, if theăCoreă that maintains this space is this child, canât we just take it to another space, I wonder?
ăTheăOther Realmă is built wiâ deăCoreă as de center, yer nu. If yer move deăCoreă, deăOther Realmă âill move too. âoy in de warrldâŠ.ă
Giving a sidelong glance to Spirit-san, who becomes tongue-tied midway, I try pulling Yuki-chan out of the Item Box.
Maybe sheâs feeling down, or I was worried, but Yuki-chan, who is dangling as I hold her by the collar, is enjoying herself eating a red boiled crab-like leg.
She seems displeased with my physical summoning technique.
For the time being, I consult, or rather confirm, my idea with Yuki-chan.
While tightly securing the crab-like leg, Yuki-chan stares at the child Nue with an annoyed look on her face.
Rather than dry, Yuki-chan truly boasts a loner hikikomori constitution.
But I guess she doesnât particularly hate it.
I donât know whether the child Nue has no fixation about it or perhaps it just doesnât think about anything at all, but it runs after Yuki-chan and goes into my Item Box.
ă⊠Yer, âoy shud oi put it, sheesh, youâre such an absurd guy.ă
Going beyond exasperation, Spirit-sanâs eyes turn into an admiration ones.
Perhaps due to the disappearance of theăCoreă that has been serving as the center of the world, the entireăOther Realmă begins to make small vibration.
ăItâs aboyt time de wholeăOther Realmă collapsinâ. Looks loike oi can finally go oyt, âuh.ă
Spirit-san shows a sour look on her face, but she seems to be happy deep down.
I donât understand the feelings of Spirit-san who has been continuously wandering the dungeon with her stall since long ago.
Even so, as expected she must have been bored to spend hundreds of years continuously being in the same place and gazing at the same scenery.
Itâs a good thing if I can be of any help for her.
ă⊠âumph. Oi tart yer âad quite an idiotic bake, but yer also âav de manly bake. Oi, de stall spirit av de labyrinth av perforashun realm YGGDRASIL, Herfjötur, shall offer yer me gratitude.ă
ăMy name is Funasaka Touma. Letâs meet again in the dungeon, should the chance arise.ă
ăFukkukku. Waaat a cheeky langer yer are. Git de âell oyt av âere at once.ă
Bowing to Heru-san, who waves her hand as if driving away a fly, I ride the floaty cloud.
The small vibration shakes this whole world like an earth tremor.
This, I guess I should meet up with the Senpais for once.
It rides the floaty cloud at full speed.
ăâLeavinâ de fickle Skeggiold aside, itâs been âundreds av star periods since de last time oi granted a blessinâ. Really, waaat a cheeky langer yer man is.ă
â â â
ăGeez, I was so surprised, you know?! Everything was like all wobbling, and I was like, Whoa, thereâs an earthquake!ă
ăHmm. I suppose we need to be careful with theăGuildă union in such situations. If everyone ends up falling into panics, it could end up triggering a chain reaction.ă
On the way back to Asagi-sou.
With a boy in the lead, a bustling lively group of girls was following along.
Carrying large backpacks, they were looking somewhat worn out, but their steps were light.
The sky in the west was a twilight, tinged madder red.
The dusk of the day after they had dived into Rashomon was slowly being repainted with a veil of darkness as opposed to stopping.
ăAs we returned, somehow the teachers seemed to be in a panic, werenât they?ă
ăWell. I suppose thatâs inevitable. The raid quest that no one has been able to clear until now is now completed, after all.ă
TheăEnd Realm Gateă, the fifth gate of the Perforation Realm anchorage utilized exclusively for raid quests, possessed the function to connect space-time coordinates.
It was specialized in sending in a large number of people to the same coordinates and was designed for decisive battles, where in exchange for lowering the safety level against essence exhaustion, it strengthened the respawn function.
Due to the mechanism of the transfer, a large number of people will return at the same time during the repatriation through the releasing of the connection, and in case they were maintaining multiple raid quests, there was a need to set the time difference for the release.
However, during the extinction of theăOther Realmă, which was the raid area, or the completion of the raid quest, a forced repatriation would be triggered.
ăHmph. Iâm sure they had never expected us to complete the quest. Really irritating.ă
ăKurumi-chan, thatâs a secret, you know?ă
Anzu pacified Kurumi, who was snorting.
All of the raid quests set for the supplementary lessons wereăSuper Classă or higher in the academyâs difficulty level settings.
The prerequisite was the quests to be uncleared, and the students were sacrifices for the sake of calming down the destabilizingăOther Realmă.
As far as the teachers were concerned, the students were in the state of being left alone until the release time set for three days later.
ăWell. It was designated as anăExtreme Classă, after all. As expected, I suppose Touma-kun taking down the boss all by himself will be too conspicuous.ă
ăMaybe it self-destructed, or so the Senseis said, after all. But we know exactly what the truth is!ă
ă⊠Thereâs a bit of misunderstanding in your cognition, though.ă
Touma wished for a correction to Rinko and Mikanâs act of uplifting.
The Nue, theăRoyalty (Diadem)ă Boss which was said to have been subjugated, should be lounging in the Item Box in a laid back manner even now.
ăNow now, I suppose we shouldnât mind the minor details. At any rate, even if they listen to our side of the story, they are bound to go:Â what the heck is that, after all. Not only have we cleared the supplementary lessons, weâve also managed to have some power up, so I suppose itâs not something we should tell other.ă
ă⊠Come to think of it, no one died, not even once.ă
For the girls, raid quest could be said to be the worst of the worst kind of punishment game.
A group of people locked up in extreme conditions and losing more reason than usual.
It was a hierarchical society where there was a clear distinction between those of the top rank (Jocks), who conducted themselves as the absolutes, and those at the bottom rank (target), whose even their pathetic dignity was trampled underfoot.
Even if one tried to run away, the fear and pain of immediate resurrection death (respawn) would break their mind.
ăI want to take a bath and relax.ă
ăYes, yes.ă
ăI want to eat something sweetâŠ.ă
ăThe remodeling of the dormitory was also only halfway done, so during the breakâă
Somehow or other, everyone was now able to walk together while facing upward in such a manner.
With the madder red-dyed shade of the mountains serving as the background, the old looking silhouette of Asagi-sou came into view.
ăHa~, weâve arrived~ă
ăYes. I suppose being able to go home together with everyone is not a bad thing. Looks like Asagi-sou has now completely become our homeâŠ. Huh?ă
Rinko tilted her head at the shadow of a person that ran out of the dormitory gate.
They were rushing desperately, but even as their hurried legs got tangled up with each other, their feeling alone was unstoppable.
Their hair was a mess, and their appearance of wearing a camisole which was akin to underwear was totally not an appearance that ought to be shown to others.
Straight away, as if falling down, Shizuka jumped into Toumaâs chest.
ăHaaâŠhaaâŠhaaâŠ. Ugh, ah, ahâŠă
Without even catching her breath, she clung to his clothes as if grabbing him by the collar, sobs leaking out as she pressed her face against him.
Scratching his cheek, Touma hugging those shivering shoulders, even as he was perplexed, was probably of passing mark.
Remaining in silence, Mikan and the others nodded to each other, passed by Touma and Shizuka, and walked toward Asagi-sou, where they were greeted by yet another group of comrades.
ăWelcome back.ă
ăGood, work.ă
ăGood.ă
At the beginning of the night past the twilight, the left behind Touma and Shizuka turned into the sole shadow for a while.