After the battle with the Queen Spider, the party returned to the Guild, at which Stephanie tried to talk to everyone else. But then the Attacker left immediately, saying he had something else to do. Tsutomu, after making eye contact with Stephanie, followed the Attacker out of the Guild.
The two Tanks said they were free, so Stephanie had them gather up at the Guild’s Dining Hall and began an evaluative meeting about the battle they had just walked out of.
“The opening phase will be the same as before — I’ll use <
“Looks like we still have much to work on… don’t we?” Rigas said, his tone somber.
“……” Dorssia stayed silent, casting her eyes down.
For a moment, Stephanie was at a loss for words, but then managed to raise her voice to cheer them up,
“Please don’t blame yourselves — today was the first Queen Spider encounter for both of you, and we still have three days left… Tomorrow we’ll train, and then challenge the Boss again in the two remaining days.”
“More training…?”
“To get you to avoid taking hits in your vital areas, yes.”
So long as they didn’t take critical hits, the two Tanks could withstand the enemy’s attacks well enough with the buffing effect of <
After all these repetitions, Stephane arrived at one answer.
[It’s the main thread.]
She came up with a potential solution: she would always cut the Queen Spider’s main thread, and otherwise focus solely on support and healing.
Fortunately, the Attacker had started to focus on the Queen Spider’s legs and even managed to cut off some of them. As such, Stephanie decided to concentrate on cutting the main thread herself.
Even Stephanie would sometimes be confused by the Queen Spider’s unpredictable movements, many of which because it had incorporated its main thread, so it was safe to assume that the three others would not be able to keep up as well. That was why she figured that it would be best to take away the monster’s maneuverability first.
The two Tanks were getting better at dealing with the Spider’s leg attacks, too. Rigas had been attacking with his short sword more and more, and Dorssia’s movements were getting smoother, perhaps because she had gotten used to dying after being pulled up to the webs above so many times.
There were only two days left in the team’s training period. Stephanie sat alone in the Clan House’s conference room, planning her moves for tomorrow while hoping that the party could win against the monster with plenty of time left to spare.