THE FINAL ROUND AND THE LABYRINTHâS GRAND OPENING
The morning of Day Three.
I had already completed my little jaunt to the Dwarven Kingdom and exchanged my stellars for gold coins. That takes care of that. Now weâll have to wait and see how the schemer behind this reacts.
So, all anxieties for the future quelled, letâs go back to enjoying this festival. Kicking off, we had todayâs first main draw: the tournament final between Masayuki and Gobta.
The coliseum was already whipped up for this, people arguing and betting with each other over who would win. Mjöllmile was taking those bets, of course, and I looked forward to seeing how much weâd make off that. The most surefire way to win at gambling, after all, is to run the game. No matter who looked like the favorite, you were always going to profit that way.
I had made a bet on Gobta, in hopes of maybe earning some pocket money out of it. No, it wasnât because he was a long shot. Definitely not. I certainly didnât place a large sum on Gobta just because the odds were so crazily skewed against him. Uh-uh.
Um, but that didnât matter anyway, all right? I had a hobgoblin to cheer on.
âAaaaaall right, ladies and gentlemen! The final match of the tournament is here at last!! Which of our two competitors will seize the championship for himself today?! Will it be âLightspeedâ Masayuki or Gobta, the fighter rising up and making a splash as he vies for a spot in the illustrious Big Four?!â
Sokaâs commentating was as fresh as ever. She was talking up Gobta in such a breezily casual manner. It was, in a way, insurance to keep Gobta from ditching the tournament and hiding out somewhereâa cruel way of doing it but damn effective.
Diablo lifted up his hand. The arena fell silent. Was it me, or were some of the female audience members falling for him? I banished the thought from my mind.
If Gobta beat Masayuki today, all my problems were in the past. If, on the other hand, Masayuki really was a fighter on the level of Hinata, Gobta was toastâbut we could still learn a lot from this battle. If Masayuki had, well, pretty much any trouble dispatching Gobta today, for example, weâd know that he was no threat at all to us.
Gobta had both Ranga and astonishing good luck on his side. It wasnât a bad way to test Masayuki out, I thought.
Soka was now busy introducing the competitors in detail. Once that was done, the fight would begin. I patiently awaited the moment. How much of Masayukiâs real skill could Gobta pull out of him?
Masayuki was panicking.
When he saw Bovix and Equixâs battle yesterday, realizing heâd be fighting whoever won, he turned pale as a ghost.
Iâm dead. Ifâif I fight either of those monster freaks, theyâll rip me in half!!
Somehow, heâd found the right words to turn Bovix against himself and forfeit the match. He really wanted to pat himself on the back for that one. But the match after that threw Masayuki right back into despair. How the hell can I beat them?! Did they only open this countryâs tournament to insane monsters or what?! Both the competitors at yesterdayâs closing match were more terrifying than even Bovix. It made him want to curse at the world.
He didnât eat one bit last night, feeling all the world like a condemned prisoner waiting for the call to the gallows.
Looking back, things really have been going too wellâŠ
Leaning too much on the strength of his friends, letting people bandy him around as a Hero and champion, heâd let it go to his head, figuring âitâll all work out somehow.â And it had, so far, enough so that Masayuki never really doubted it muchâŠor maybe he deliberately strove not to think about it. He believed, without evidence, that his group was invincible and could defeat all comers. That was how Masayuki managed to maintain some sense of sanity about all this.
But how did I kid myself into trusting any of those stupid delusions? I gotta go. I gotta get out of here!
The urge had seized his mind again and again.
âHeh! Once you win your fight tomorrow, Masayuki, how âbout you move right on and challenge the demon lord on the spot?â
The question from Jinrai was so innocent. Masayuki wanted to shout Youâre crazy! at him.
This was all that demon lord Rimuruâs fault. He looked so kind, so vulnerable, that Masayuki wasnât as wary as he shouldâve been. Otherwise, he wouldâve taken more careful steps to protect himself.
âEither way,â said Jiwu, âitâs only a matter of time, Sir Masayuki. Soon, you will slap the demon lord silly, and this nation will finally be free!â
âBut shouldnât we talk with Yuuki before he fights him? Youâre calling this an easy fight, but what if he somehow loses tomorrow?â
Jinrai looked up. âWhoa, Bernie, are you kidding me?â
âYes, Iâd be more worried if Lion Mask made it to the finals, but Gobta, this hobgoblin? It has to be in the bag. The battle will be over before he can even summon that beast.â
No, it wasnât in the bag. Masayuki had no idea how heâd defend himself. All he could picture was a future full of teeth, claws, and daggers. But his companions had so much faith in him, he couldnât reveal his feelings to them.
So he just nonchalantly said, âWell, Iâll try my best!â and bluffed his way through the evening.
And now, time had beaten its merciless path all the way to this moment.
Masayuki visited the bathroom several times in the lead-up to the final, just to make sure he didnât pee himself in the arena.
Gaaahhhh, what am I gonna do? How can I escape this coliseum alive?!
Facing him was a fighter who exuded coolness. His name was Gobta, according to the lady announcer next to them. Jiwu thought beating a hobgoblin was a cinch, but Masayuki just couldnât see it. A hobgoblin? You liar! Goblins are the weakest monsters in the world! So whatâd this guy do to evolve into such a heroic-looking dude?!
âLadies and gentlemen! The final round of the First Tempest Battle Tournament is about to begin! On one side, we have Gobta, young captain of the Goblin Riders and a member of the demon lord Rimuruâs personal staff! On the other, Lightspeed Masayuki, Hero and champion of the Western Nations! What kind of battle will these two giants show us today?! You can see them staring each other down, here in the center of the arena. In just a few momentsââ
When she stopped talking, the battle would begin.
Oh crap. Iâm seriously running out of time.
Heâd thought his bladder was empty. His nerves were telling him otherwise. They pounded against his mind, urging him to release himself. If he wasnât so worked up, he mightâve been interested in things like the cute butt lurking underneath the base of the announcerâs tail, but now was no time for that.
Masayuki recalled his skillâChosen One, his sole unique. He still didnât know much about it. The name had been reported to him by this cold, businesslike voice in his mind. Only recently had he come to know that this skill provided him assorted effects. He knew it made people react in ways that always benefited him, making him worshipped as a modern-day champion. But he couldnât find a way to turn it offâand now, it had brought him into this arena.
âŠYeah. And that power did its stuff against Bovix yesterday, too. And if it can just get me safely through this oneâŠ
As far as Masayuki knew, Chosen One simply made everyone assume the wrong thing about him. He resolved to bet on it one more time. This inner decision helped calm him a little. He looked at his foe. Thenâwas it a coincidence? Their eyes met. And he saw that he was looking a bit agitated, too. Fidgety.
Huh? Wait, is this gonna work�
Opponents reacted this way to him at the tournaments in Englesia, too, assuming Masayuki was all-powerful and throwing in the towel. It happened more often than he could count.
Now, maybeâjust maybeâhe could win this. And the moment he thought that, his legs stopped shaking.
Maybe, if all goes well, I can win without doing anything again.
His wits were returning to him as he thought it over. But in all too short of a time, heâd have to reconsider his wisdomâŠ
âReady? AndâŠbegin!!â
At Sokaâs signal, the battle kicked off.
âWoooo! Letâs do it!â
Gobta acted first, plunging straight ahead. I feared this was some kamikaze move to get himself hurt (but not too hurt) so he could quit. I was wrong. I guess that fishing pole Iâd dangled in front of him was pretty damn tempting.
Heading straight for his foe, Gobta slipped right past him in a baseball-style slide, taking position against the outer boundary like yesterday. His eyes were on his foe the whole time, but Masayuki didnât even react, slowly turning back toward Gobta with a distant smile.
âWhoaaa! Is handsomeness the key to strength after all?! Gobtaâs tricky maneuvers were totally ignored as the dashing Masayuki shows just how unfazed and comfortable he is!â
Sokaâs commentary hit hard. Itâd make anyone with hang-ups about their looks cry, not just Gobta. Yeah, Masayuki was handsome, but this was playing favorites a bit too much.
âHehâŠheh-heh⊠All part of the playbook⊠Youâre acting like nothing I can do will hit you, huh? I wanted to see just how far I could go with my own strength todayâŠbut I canât even touch you, huh? Then itâs time to use thisâmy new, ultimate power!!â
Oh lord. He was up to no good again. This was so going to fail. No one was around to stop him, but I really wished heâd actually try practicing something before busting it out in public like this.
Report. Last night, the subject Gobta obtained the unique skill Summon Demon Wolf. It is believed that the subject Rangaâs forcing himself into yesterdayâs summoning is the cause, but it combines with the extra skill Unify to âunifyâ the summoned Ranga with the summoner.
Huh?
So wait, Gobta could use Summon Demon Wolf to, like, merge with Ranga? How did heâŠ? Hey, wasnât Raphael about to say something last night but kept quiet instead? Was it about that?!
That accusation isâ
That accusation is what, huh? If Raphael couldnât even drive himself to finish the sentence, something must be going on. Gobta suddenly awakening to this crazy new power out of nowhere was way too unnatural to believe. I was beginning to think Raphael mayâve helped grease the wheels a little, helping Gobta pick up this skill.
Raphael stayed silent. He never lied to me, but he was in no hurry to answer with the truth, either. I could force the issue, but maybe I didnât need to. Letâs just see what happens. Good timing, at least.
âCheck this out! Transform!!â
The air warped around him. Ranga appeared behind his backâand then they âunified,â Rangaâs body seeming to merge with Gobtaâs. To make a long story short, the results looked like a bipedal version of Rangaâand Iâll admit it. It looked way cool. Dammit! Why does Gobta get to transform into something so awesome like that?!
âWhoaaa! Sweet! What is that? So cool!!â
Milim, next to me, was dancing in her seat. I could understand her excitement. Gobta drove me insane sometimes. Turning into some dashing fantasy creature like thisâŠ
âL-look at that! Gobta has transformed into something far from himselfâŠ!â
âYes,â a composed Diablo said to the excited Soka, whose voice had ratcheted up an octave or so. âThe ability to infuse your own body with the power of a summoned creature. A very rare skill.â
âSo Gobta is using the power of the creature he summoned yesterday for himself? Amazing! Weâre witnessing something amazing here, folks!!â
âWait,â I whispered. âSo itâs kind of like Gobta extracting all of Rangaâs force for his own use?â
âImpressive, isnât it? Ranga seems to be giving himself up to Gobta, but this combo might work a lot better than I thought.â
âBut weâre talking Gobta here.â
âOh-ho-ho! And Gobta is my apprentice, remember. He may not be the greatest physical specimen, but he has experience fighting magic-born more powerful than he is. If he can ably harness Sir Rangaâs power, he may grow in ways I cannot predictâŠâ
My officials seemed impressed, at least. And the rest of the crowd was watching on silently, holding their breath.
âHeh-heh! Now itâs my turn!â
Itâs been your turn, dude. Masayuki hasnât done anything.
My jealousy was driving me to pick on him internally.
Then Gobta disappeared before my eyesâŠfiguratively. My eyes could follow him, but Iâm sure most of the audience thought he vanished.
âG-Gobta is gone?â Soka shouted, very deliberately drumming up the tension. âWhere did he go?!â I knew she could see him as wellânice performance on her part.
And then, right before her eyesâŠ
Booooom!!
There was a small explosion, accompanied by a thundering sound. It was located by the wall under the standsâright by the VIP boxes I was in, as it happened.
Thus, I had a close-up viewâŠ
âŠof Gobta, right after declaring it to be his turn, running straight for Masayukiâand then continuing to run right past him, until he smashed into the wall.
I knew he shouldâve rehearsed that first. Even before he tried it, I knew there was a pretty big chance heâd screw it up.
âWhoa! Gobta isnât getting back up! Is he all right?â
He wasnât. In fact, bashing himself against the wall had knocked him unconsciousâand the out-of-bounds line was far behind him. He was out.
That idiot had no control over that transformation at all. Everything worked great up to taking in Rangaâs powers, but I could see those powers treated him like a chew toy. To put it simply, he wanted to start running, then stop runningâbut his brain was still judging these maneuvers based on his original body dimensions. A second of time in Gobtaâs world was far different from that same second in Rangaâs. Before he could even think to stop, his head was against the wall.
Even worse, as Soka pointed out, he showed no sign of getting back up. It was the shock of the collision, rather than actual physical damage, that had knocked him out.
What can I say? First he reveals this supercool new monster, then he reveals himself for the dolt he is. Very true to character.
âWow, so thatâs your fighting apprentice, Dad?â
âŠand Momiji added more fuel to the fire.
It was, shall we say, a hard-to-describe sort of tension. And Gobta deserved it, frankly. The crowd around us was also having trouble parsing these events. I could hear one of them try to explain them, based on the sparse evidence at hand.
âWait⊠Did he throw him aside in midair?â
The arena was so quiet, the words echoed oddly well.
âAmazing. Amazing, Masayuki!â
âWhoaaaa⊠That was awesome!â
âI barely even saw it happen. This is just too crazy!!â
The praise for Masayuki spread like a virus across the coliseum. Then, as if this explanation was the unvarnished truth, cheers began to erupt, heralding Masayukiâs victory before Soka and Diablo could even take action.
My neighbor, however, was quivering with anger.
âIs⊠Is this some kind of twisted joke? After looking all cool like that⊠I mean, what was that?â
After that radical transformation, this was the result. Gobta had shot expectations sky-high with Milim, then sent them crashing down to earth. It only amplified her anger.
âNow, now, I, um, I think he did his very best! In his own wayâŠâ
âRimuru, you know spoiling him isnât good for him!â
âThatâs right, Sir Rimuru. I think I have been too lenient with Gobta as well. We should all be more stringent with him going forward.â
Hakuro agreed with Milim. This was the first I heard of him going easy on Gobta.
âRight! Iâll whip him into shape. Rimuru, let me borrow Gobta for a while. Iâll make him into the most wonderful fighter youâve ever seen!â
Milimâs eyes were sparkling now. This was a rare monster, and she just had to have him, I was sure. If I nodded my approval here, thatâd be so mean to GobtaâŠbut then I thought of something else.
âActually, I have a favor to ask of you. Iâll accept your offer if you accept mine; how about that?â
âAll right. Letâs hear it.â
âSo thereâs this set of ruins in Claymanâs domain, right near his manor. I donât want people poking around them without permission, and I think theyâre packed with artifacts thatâll teach us about the ancient past, so Iâve been keeping them untouched for now.â
âMm-hmm.â
âAnd Iâd like to explore these ruins, but I wanted to get your permission first.â
âWhyâre you asking me?â
Because itâs your domain now, doofus.
âMilim, whoâs the ruler of that domain right now?â Frey asked Milim quietly before I could even say it.
âOhâŠâ Milim shot straight up in her seat. âOh, right! Thatâs me, isnât it? Right! I knew that!â
Great. Glad she remembered.
âSoâŠâ
âOf course itâs fine!â
That was easy. Maybe Milim just wanted to put the subject behind her, but as long as I got her permission, anything was fine. Sorry, Gobta, but at least I was achieving something out of this. I mean, Gobta essentially self-destructed, and I still didnât know anything about Masayukiâs skills. He wouldnât mind if I at least got some use out of this travesty, right? Itâd help build him up, besides. Allâs well that ends well.
âBut when you do this exploring, Rimuru, youâll take me along, right?â
âUmmm, thatâll depend. Iâve actually reached out to an expert from the Free Guild on this topic, but if they give the okay, you can come, sure.â
âOoooh! Sounds like fun!â
âYeah? Donât get your hopes up. It might turn out pretty boring.â
I continued to chat with Milim as we awaited the certified results, which took a few minutes. Finally, Soka and Diablo wrapped up their discussions.
âThe judgment is in! And while Iâm concerned for the still-unconscious Gobta, the winner isâŠâ
Donât remind me, I thought as I listened to Sokaâs announcement.
âCheck this out! Transform!!â came the shoutâand only then did Masayuki realize he was being far too optimistic.
Whoa, wait a second! Whatâs that thing?! I heard nothing about this!!
There was no way heâd finish Gobta before any summoning took place. He was transforming his own body nowâsomething Masayuki totally didnât expect.
The sheer power in the air was electrifying. To the amateur-level Masayuki, this looked like a towering monolith of strength. He knew there was healing potion on hand, but no way it could help him. It couldnât raise the dead.
Dude! If one of those claws tears through me, this armorâs about as good as cardboard! If I knew this was gonna happen, I never wouldâve turned down full-plate for being too heavyâŠ
For that matter, he realized in the midst of his reverie, not even a full suit of magisteel armor could help much.
âHeh-heh!â Gobta shouted. âNow itâs my turn!â Then, not waiting for a reply, he burst into action.
Masayuki was this close to saying, Wait a minute! I give! His life, he concluded, meant far more to him than his pride. Faced with this transformed monster, victory no longer mattered to him at all. But regardless of what he thought, events moved on without him.
Before he could say, I forfeit, a rumbling boom echoed across the arena as Gobta self-destructed. Masayuki, unable to react, just stood there dumbfounded. A small piece of the stone wall scratched against his cheek. The stinging pain told him this was all too real.
No⊠No way⊠I could never have dodged that. I know people misconstrue my words to my benefit, but if I wasnât able to get away with murder like this, itâd be hopeless for meâŠ
It was clear what would happen. Gobta would be disqualified, and heâd be crowned champion. But Masayuki began to wonder if that was really good for him. Would winning this provide him with anything he wanted?
The right to battle a demon lord? You gotta be kidding. Thatâs totally suicide!
Masayuki wasnât a fool. If he was named champion, itâd be him against the demon lord Rimuru. He understood what that meant for him. That black wolf who just whipped by him, as well as Lion Mask from yesterday, were both opponents he had no chance of beatingâand they both worked under Rimuru. Pick a fight against that guy, and heâd just get pummeled.
Pummeled? More like killed!
It wasnât about whether his skill would work or not. The demon lord was in a whole other universe; it was hopeless. Thus, Masayuki decided he needed to get out of here, pronto. Seriously, the crowd thought he threw that freak into the wall? That was just depressing.
He had to do something fast, or else Gobta would lose. Masayukiâs mind raced faster than it ever had before in his life. How could he arrange things so he could lose and remain in one piece?
âThe judgment is in! And while Iâm concerned for the still-unconscious Gobta, the winner isâŠâ
Oh crap.
ââŠWait.â
Masayuki went on the move, panicking internally but playing it cool on the outside as he brought his hand up toward Soka.
âUmâŠ?â Soka figured Masayuki had something to say, so she handed him a spare mic.
âI think I lost, actually,â he said, trying his hardest to keep his voice from shaking.
âUmmm⊠But, Masayuki, sir,â Soka replied, bewildered, âit looks very much like Gobta took himself out of the matchâŠâ
âPerhaps. But you know, I couldnât keep up with that attack at all. I donât think I have the experience needed to challenge a demon lord quite yet; I just thoughtâŠâ
He spoke slowly, trying not to get tongue-tied as the sweat poured down his entire body. It was a real stretch of an excuse, but he tried to make it sound as reasonable as he could. Then, without saying anything else, he walked out of the arena and never looked back. If someone asked him a question right now, heâd have no answer for it, so he decided to just leave without another word.
With my skill active, Iâm sure the crowd will imagine some way to make that sound convincing for me. Right now, getting out of hereâs my best optionâŠ
Masayuki had never focused so much on moving his legs before now. But it worked. He was out of his potentially lethal pinch.
Gobta was just lying there, sprawled on the ground, but then Masayuki declared out of nowhere that he lost.
âWhat is he thinking?â
âHmm⊠I donât know.â
âHe couldnât have been scared of Gobta. Whatâs motivating him to do that?â
Benimaru and Shion had no clue what had happened, either, as they watched Masayuki walk off.
So was he just a big fake after all? Or was there something else going on in his mind? Ah well. If Masayuki was giving up on fighting me, then Iâd call it a good way to settle matters.
The crowd, too, was confused at first.
ââŠIs it because he canât drum up the will to face the demon lord?â
âNo, no! You saw that throw. It was masterful.â
âHe said he couldnât keep up with his attack. Is he hurt?â
âThere is a small cut on his cheekâŠâ
âWhat?! He managed to land a blow on Sir Masayuki?!â
The murmuring continued anon.
âWait! Iâve got it!â one man screamed. âSir Masayuki just gave the demon lord a reprieve!â
âWhat do you mean?â
âThe demon lord declared he wants to be friendly with humans. You all know that, right?â
âOf course.â
âYeah!â
âSo thatâs why,â the man smugly said, âwhat Masayuki did just now was give a warning to Rimuru.â
It did sound oddly convincing, as much as it irritated me. Thatâs likely why the people around the man started nodding at him.
âI see⊠And that reminds me: Sir Masayuki didnât unsheathe his sword this time, either, did he?â
âWell spotted. Youâre right. Thatâs his way of telling us he could win this tournament anytime he wanted to!â
âRight! And if the demon lord pulls any false moves, heâs not gonna take that sitting down. Thatâs what heâs saying?â
âProbably. Of course, if they ever did fight, I bet heâd stop before landing a killing blow.â
âSo heâs willing to lose some face just to bring the message across⊠What a wonderful young man he is!â
âThatâs the Sir Masayuki I know!â
âHeâs so cool!!â
They were starting to interpret this in very surprising ways. But soon, all of them were in agreement, singing Masayukiâs praises like a church choir.
âMa! Sa! Yu! Ki! Masayukiiiii!!â
What the hell? Was this a religion or what? I felt like I was getting a glimpse into something terrifying.
Masayuki answered the chanting with a raised hand as he exited. His motion was a bit awkward-looking, which struck me as curious. What a strange kid. Why does he get all this praise heaped upon him?
Understood. It is believed that this is the effect of a unique skill possessed by the subject Masayuki Honjo.
Just when I thought some things in the world couldnât be explained, Raphael stepped up and explained them for me. I guess the professor was doing a little analytical work on him.
Apparently, Masayukiâs skill, when it takes effect, could manipulate the thoughts and feelings of people under its spell. Heâd just forfeited the championship because he saw how powerful Gobta had become, I supposeâand given how heâd won over Bovix yesterday, I imagined Masayuki hadnât thought he could beat him, either. I thought back to his performance so far, based on this new assumption. As far as I could recall, it was like he couldnât even react to what his foes were doing, could he? No wonder he never took out his sword.
I suppose the conclusion to make was that Masayuki himself couldnât fight very well. Hinata said she couldnât read his strength at all, and I could see why. There was no strength to read.
Still, it wasnât safe to look down on him. If he could influence the people around him that much, making him your enemy could be seriously dangerous. Definitely not someone to trifle withâif anything, I think I need to stay on his good side. Maybe I could threaten him, like âHeh-heh-heh, I know your secretââ Nah. Just joking. I bet he was racking his brain figuring out how to deal with Bovix later; no way his friends would let him weasel out of that rematch.
Maybe Iâd offer him some sympathy. I could help prop him up as a Hero, even; itâd certainly be helpful advertising the labyrinth challenge to people.
âSoei! Make contact with Masayuki and tell him I want to meet with him.â
âAt once!â
âKeep it courteous, okay? If you could invite him to lunch after this, then perfect.â
As a fellow native of Japan, Iâd like to talk to him anyway. Iâll ask Hakuro to whip up some sushi. Hopefully this hunch of mine turns out to be true.
While I was thinking about Masayuki, Gobta was finally coming to. As he did, Soka and Diablo, after some deliberation, apparently decided to accept Masayukiâs request.
âTodayâs been a cavalcade of unexpected events, but with Masayukiâs withdrawal, Gobta is our champion!!â
I could hear jeering from pockets of the crowd. Yeah, Iâd be disappointed, tooâhere we were, the big final, and weâd gotten a champion who gave up and a half-wolf who almost killed himself. If I paid good money to see this, Iâd find it totally valid to demand a refund. Luckily for me, they were in the minority. Masayuki made that decision himself, and nobody was blaming me for it. I imagine Gobta proved his strength well enough that nobody was too dissatisfied with this result. Of course, Gobta was still the heel in everyoneâs mind, and with his antics today, that rep would be set in stone.
âSo, Gobta! How are you feeling right now?â
âUh⊠Huh? Really? I won?â
âYou sure did! And you really put in an excellent performance today!â
Yeah right. All Gobta did was trip over himself and get knocked out, and Soka was trying her hardest to rev him up.
Regardless, though, the fight was over.
Afterward, I stepped back into the arena and gave out awards to each of the competitors, offering all eight of them my thanks and praising their performances. I also gave Masayukiâs friend Jinrai the set of equipment Iâd promised him. Gaiye said, âGive that to me, too!â when he saw it for some reason, but we had no such agreement, so I ignored him. Masayuki also agreed to my offer of a meetingâhe looked more resolute to me now, but he didnât have the wrong idea about this, did he? If there was any misunderstanding, Iâd take the time to unravel it for him.
That left Gobta.
âYou did well, Gobta. I hereby name you a member of the Big Four as of today!â
He had taken a pretty rocky road on his way to it, but a championship was a championship. As promised, I appointed him to the Big Four, a title Gobta would no doubt find quite alluring. From now on, if he ever lost to anyone, I could just say, âHeh-heh-heh! Heâs the weakest of the Big Four! A disgrace to his team!â and people would accept it. It was the perfect role for him, one thatâd no doubt make Gobta seem pretty cute and charming. In fact, it was almost too perfect for him. Scarily so.
âThank you! Iâll keep doinâ my best!â
And with that, the First Tempest Battle Tournament came to a close.
If only it really was over for Gobta. But his personal hell was just beginning.
âOkay, are we ready now? âCause Iâm gonna start training him hard!â
Milim was beaming at me when we returned to the VIP boxes.
âOh, uh, sure. Donât overdo it, okay?â
âNothing to worry about! Heâll undergo my special training inside the labyrinth, so he can die all he wants to!!â
Ah yes, she could use it like that, huh? I wasnât sure Gobta would see that as much of a consolation. All I can say is, itâs gonna be tough for him. Not even death would offer sweet release for him. Just thinking about it made me shiver.
âGobta, can we talk over there for a moment?â
Milim marched right over to GobtaâŠand picked him up with one hand.
âPyahhh?!â
There was so much strength focused on her arm, I was surprised I didnât hear any bones crunch. Milim was smiling, but her eyes sure werenât.
âCongrats on the win. But that last match was pitiful. Iâm not going to let that one slide! Itâs time to start training you!â
Milim really enjoyed Gobtaâs transformationâwhich was why his subsequent lamebrained acts angered her so much. Her reaction made it clear that her expectations and excitement had been deeply soured.
âYouâll be facing off against me personally. Youâre gonna be stronger in no time!â
âWh-whoa! Lady Milim?! IâI didnât ask for that!â
Gobta was panicking. I doubted anyone was listening to his input.
âThis is a good opportunity for you, Gobta,â Hakuro said with a forceful smile. âI want you to put everything you have into training with her.â
âM-Master, are you selling me offâ?â
âSilence!â Milim said, shutting him down before he could finish. How cruel.
âOh-ho-ho⊠Donât make a disgrace of yourself like that, Gobta. This is all for your sake!â
I wasnât sure Gobta was listening to Hakuro any longer. This was him getting back at Gobta for acting like such a clown in front of Momiji, I bet. It definitely wasnât for his sake.
Thus, Gobta was now Milimâs property. I turned my attention to the other party involved in this stunt.
âMy master, my teamwork with Sir Gobta brought us the championship!â
Ranga ran up to me, abandoning Gobta without a second thought. Smart of him. He didnât want to get caught in the cross fire at all. Unfortunately, there was no fleeing from Milim.
âHold it! Ranga was your name, right? Gobta canât complete his training without you!â
â?!â
Ranga looked at me, his eyes pleading. Sorry, man. Once Milim gets an idea in her head, she tunes out everybody else. Besides, he was the one who went into battle without my permission, so he had this coming. I didnât see any need to help him.
âWah-ha-ha-ha-ha! Donât worry! I wonât do ya no harm!â
And with that, Milim strode off, dragging Gobta and Ranga behind her.
Really, I thought Gobta relied too much on his own good luck. That, and Ranga had a tendency to fight on instinct. If they could polish their skills a bit and work with each other more, that transformation could really be something formidable, you know? Milim mustâve thought to train them because she spotted that. Hereâs hoping they worked on that, bit by bit, and gained something concrete from it. Iâd be expecting big things from Gobta, and Milimâs the girl whoâd bring him there.
Farewell, Gobta. Farewell, Ranga. Iâll never forget your courage! I vowed to say a prayer for them as I saw them leave with Milim.
It was time for lunchâa lunch Iâd now be spending with Masayuki.
This was nothing that fancy, really. I told him I wanted to speak with him alone; the rest of his group could stand by in a separate room. We had a little trouble earlier, but I was sure Masayuki could smooth things over with them later.
âUm, well, good to make your acquaintance, I guess? My nameâs Masayuki Honjo, and people call me âLightspeedâ and âthe Heroâ and stuffâŠâ
He was blushing a bit. Yeah, calling yourself âthe Heroâ in our old world would be about the most embarrassing thing ever. People would think youâre a thoughtless moron if you tried it. Iâm sure it made him feel creepy. That, and it looked like he was worried how Iâd react to him. He remembered how he promised to defeat me, although that was mostly just his friends egging him on. This mustâve been awkward for him. Iâm a demon lord, after all. He had to be scared out of his wits, fearing heâd picked a fight with a foe way out of his league.
He was no doubt conflicted, but he didnât need to worry about me. I was ready to leave the past where it belongedâin the past. A nice meal together should help us work out our issues.
âYeah, I know we spoke before, but itâs nice to meet you, too. I am Rimuru, a demon lord, but my real nameâs Satoru Mikami. I used to work for a building contractor.â
Masayuki wasnât too keen on touching his food, so I decided to just blurt it out. I hadnât used that name in a long while, but it still felt like it fit me, a lot more than I anticipated. It wasnât like I was hiding itâI just never had the chance to use it much.
ââŠHuh? Are⊠Are you Japanese?â
Masayuki didnât quite seem to believe me. And yeah, I did look kind of like a cute little girl at the moment. I couldnât blame him.
âYeah, more or less. But letâs talk about that over lunch, all right?â
That finally inspired him to pick up his chopsticks.
âUm, this is okay for me to eat?â
âOf course. I had them whip up something Japanese for you.â
Sushi and tempura were on the menu today. They had wowed Hinata earlier, and I thought Masayuki would be just as gratefulâhe hadnât been part of our pre-festival banquet, so I was sure itâd be the first time heâd seen sushi in years.
âThis isnât, like, my last meal before my execution, is it?â
âNo. You seem sensible; weâre from the same place. I just wanna be friends with you.â
Seeing this spread mustâve given him the completely wrong idea. Maybe he thought this was the last meal heâd eat in his whole life. I told him I was from Japan, but he still doubted me.
âWell, um, all rightâŠâ
He finally took a biteâand the moment he did, he fell silent. His eyes looked different now, and his chopsticks, and his mouth, sprang into motion. He was so focused on his meal that it didnât seem like the right time to start talking, so I waited until he was done.
And the moment he was:
ââŠAll right. Satoruâum, I mean, Rimuru, Iâll gladly become your servant!â
I had no idea where this came from. I mean, I could tell he was starving for good Japanese food, but I hadnât even said anything yet. Besides, he mustâve had his own thoughts about me.
âServant? UhâŠâ
âNo, itâs fine. I donât have anything keeping me from abandoning this Hero crap. Itâs just embarrassing when they do that âMa! Sa! Yu! Ki!â chant, and⊠Really, Iâve been constantly trying to figure out how to escape from all this.â
This sounded like the real Masayuki here. And as I enjoyed some post-meal tea, I let him tell me his story.
Masayuki was a pretty smart kid in his old world, going to a high school that put most of its grads into college. He liked reading manga and light novels, something he kept a secret, and he complained to me about how it mustâve led to this for him.
âMy skillâs called Chosen One, you know? Itâs just soâŠstupid.â
Heâd wanted to be a hero, and as he saw it, thatâs why he wound up here. And his skill, Chosen One, was about what I figured it was. It let him naturally guide the thoughts of those around him, almost like brainwashingâand thatâs what brought him to Hero-dom. This ability was beyond his control; he couldnât turn it off even if he wanted to. Thatâs not too user-friendlyâor maybe itâs a little too much so.
âMaybe it is, but that doesnât mean itâs not incredible. You wouldâve won the championship if you didnât bow out.â
The tournament was ample proof that this skill worked. Victory was his if he wanted it.
âYeah, but itâs only caused me trouble. I do nothing, and people just make all these assumptions about me⊠That was the whole way I won over in Englesia, too.â
As he put it, he let that get to his head. Even with his efforts crushing the Orthrus crime ring, he didnât actually do anythingâpeople just treated him like a king. He could completely give up and things still worked out his way, so life was generally pretty easy for him. The experience at this tournament, though, made him realize that if this ever failed, even once, itâd end his life.
That was why heâd decided it was time for a reality check, and I thought he was right. But would Chosen One affect me?
Understood. Against ultimate skills, nearly all lower-level skills are canceled.
So it doesnât affect me. Good. Because I intended to go easy on him anyway, but I didnât realize he was a complete amateur in battle. I bet even a quick jab from me would be disastrous.
âWell, you made the right choiceâand probably at the last moment possible. I think you should be proud of that.â
âYou think? But Gobta transformed into that terrifyingâŠthing and⊠You know, I didnât need brains to realize I could never beat him.â
I wasnât so sure about that, actually, A pretty decent chunk of people were taking Gobta on regularly⊠But yeah, Masayuki did the right thing.
So we chatted some more, giving each other our stories and backgrounds. For the most part, though, I just gave a quick rundown of my life, spending more time listening to Masayuki talk. His friends worshipped him like a god, so he couldnât really speak frankly with them. He had nobody to vent to except Yuuki, and his busy schedule made it difficult to meet up. It made the stress and irritation accumulate.
Basically, he revealed everything about himself to me, without me having to ask any questions.
âWell, Iâd like to hear more from you, but my lunch break is just about over. So let me ask you this: What are you going to do now?â
âHow do you mean?â
âI mean, you promised Bovix a rematch, right? Are you gonna tackle the Dungeon?â
âAhhh!â
I guess Masayuki had forgotten all about it. He mustâve been planning to promptly skip town.
âWellâŠwhat should I do?â
âAhhh, donât worry. Bovix is only guarding the area around Floor 50, and the Dungeonâs super huge, so itâs gonna take a few days just to make it that far.â
âOh. So if I pretend to tackle it, Iâll make it through today, at least?â
âExactly. And all the dignitaries here right now are gonna leave town tomorrow.â
The festival ran for three days. The highways were going to be packed with people tomorrow, so weâd mainly be working to keep traffic smooth. The real cleanup work wouldnât start for two days, once all the visitors were gone. The big Dungeon opening today was mainly a demonstration for the royalty and nobility in townâa pre-unveiling, really, or a temporary opening until it began normal operation.
Thus, I didnât think anyone would go more than a few floors down in the several hours it was open today. Besides, I also had an idea about that battle between Masayuki and Bovix. Not to disappoint him, but I didnât want Masayuki to get defeated. Since I had him here and all, I wanted him to function like a living, breathing billboard for me, leading the Dungeon-conquering adventurers down and getting them enthused about tackling the challenge.
âSo Iâd like you to grab peopleâs attention for me, but do you think you can do that?â
ââŠWow. Thatâs pretty reassuring to hear. Thatâs why you gave Jinrai all that great equipment, huh? And personally, if screwing up in there wonât kill me, I can tackle the labyrinth worry-free. It sounds perfect!â
He gladly pledged his support. Iâd meant nothing of the sort with Jinraiâs gift, but that certainly worked out well, too. Going into the Dungeon de facto topless was just asking to be killed.
âAnd Iâll be glad to leak some hints about conquering the Dungeon, too. If you can use them to get down pretty far for me, thatâd be great. Also, if you see anything you think we could improve, donât be shy about telling me.â
I wouldnât offer any help going beyond Floor 50âwe wanted to keep things on the up-and-up here, so I advised him to keep that in mind. But even there, heâd never die as long as he held on to his Resurrection Bracelet, so it was all good.
âSounds great! I feel like Iâm beta testing a game or something.â
âAh⊠Now that you mention it, it is kinda like that. But no need to knock yourself out today. Try to reach, like, Floor 5 or thereabouts.â
A game, huh? Thatâs an interesting observation to make.
âAll right,â Masayuki said with a refreshing smile. âIâm glad we got to talk to each other, Rimuru. Itâs really put my mind at ease. Now Iâm starting to think this world isnât so bad after all.â
His skill had made things pretty easy for him before now, but he was still anxious a lot of the time. Having someone pledge their support for him mustâve eased his worries. That, and our nation was at the cutting edge of technology in this world. Our baths and toilets made our accommodations far better than anywhere else, and the variety and quality of the food here mustâve surprised him, too.
âWe have that orchestra, and weâre teaching painting to people. Pretty soon, I plan to get some theater productions going. I want to have fun here, and Iâm not gonna skimp on investing in that stuff.â
âI really respect you, Rimuru! Um, what about manga?â
âHee-hee-hee! Of course weâll have manga, Masayuki. Thatâs a longer way away, but nobody else is gonna do it, soâŠâ
âWhoa! I-Iâll follow you wherever you go, Rimuru!â
And so Masayuki decided to remain in town for the time being. I planned to stay in close touch with him, passing on information and such. Hopefully we could have these talks regularlyâI wanted to kick back and ask him about our old world, too. Itâd be a nice nostalgia trip. That, and I wanted to prod his memory for manga. He was keenly curious about my collection, and I definitely hoped to stay on good terms with him.
Now I had a new friend.
Our Dungeon was finally slated to open this afternoon, and I decided to perform one last check beforehand, just in case. Heading down to the open area at the bottommost floor, I was greeted by Ramiris, who came flying right up to me.
âWeâre just about to open things up, but howâs it all going?â
âHa! Who do you think I am, huh?â
She certainly sounded confidentâand Veldora, lumbering out from his room, seemed pretty proud of himself, too.
âKwahhh-ha-ha-ha! Fear not, Rimuru. We have overlooked nothing!â
Uh-oh. I was suddenly very worried.
âWhoa, are you sure about that? I donât want you guys doing anything stupid during the unveiling today, okay?â
âHa-ha-ha! No worries! Just leave it all to us! I activated every safety feature.â
âHeh-heh-heh⊠But starting tomorrow, the labyrinth will bare its fangs!â
Ramiris and Veldora looked at each other and sneered. Were they really gonna be okay? Because they werenât assuaging my fears at all.
âUm, Iâm gonna say this just in case you forgot, but weâre closing the labyrinth right after this, okay?â
âWh-what?!â
Why was Veldora saying âWh-what?!â to me? Iâd told him as much several times before, but I suppose he wasnât listening.
After seeing how today turned out, I wanted to fine-tune the labyrinthâs difficulty levels. Thus, my plan was to close things up for two or three days, then reopen after that. We also hadnât worked out admission prices yet, and we needed trained personnel in place to sell the Labyrinth Cards (i.e. the tickets) and other items. We didnât have the free time or people for that so far, but I wanted to talk it over with Mjöllmile after we finished the post-festival cleanup.
Looking back, maybe it was a mistake to leave the final details to this pair. I mean, Ramiris and Veldora looked like they were having fun, and I was busy anyway, butâŠman, they were paying no attention at our meetings. But I didnât want to yell at them, either. Everyone was a little flustered right now.
âCalm down, okay? Iâll do my best to get us officially open as soon as possible, so just sit tight until then.â
âOkay!â
âI will trust in you, Rimuru!â
Great. That ought to get us through today⊠Oh, but I almost forgot. I had something extremely important to ask.
âBy the way, is Milim in here?â
âShe is.â
âYep! She took two unlimited-use Resurrection Bracelets from us and ran off.â
âAhhh. And I gave her control over Floors 96 to 99, right? The dragon chambers with the elemental-effect floors and everything?â
âThatâs right. She has been putting a great deal of work into them.â
âShe sure has! And she even gave me the rights to the dragons she caught for those floors! She said that if we raise them right and they evolve into Dragon Lords, theyâll be intelligent enough to understand my commands!â
Ramiris was all smiles. I guess, in her mind, even Milim had some good facets to her.
The sight of Milim flying through the air, carrying captured dragons in her arms, mustâve given anyone who saw her quite a shock. Apparently, weâd received complaints about it the first two times, but people got used to it from the third time onward. I guess our townâs residents just accepted it as normal.
Milim had found for us four dragons in allâa Fire Dragon, Frost Dragon, Wind Dragon, and Earth Dragon. These were elemental Arch Dragons, just as Milim had promised us, and even now they were about as intelligent as your typical farm animal. Give them care like you would any pet, and itâd be possible to connect with them.
âHuh. Did you put collars on them or anything?â
âFor now, yes. These are my beloved servants, so I want to be darn sure we set up a clear master-and-servant relationship!â
I see. Ramiris was certainly thinking deeply about this, and what I heard sounded good enough to me. But back to the main topic.
âSo is Milim in the dragon chambers right now?â
âYep. She said she found some playmates to help my servants stay in shape!â
âIndeed. I believe I went fishing with one of them once. But how is someone like him going to play with a dragon?â
Youâre better off not knowing, I think. But all I needed was Milimâs current location. If she was toiling away near the bottom of the labyrinth, I doubt sheâd meddle with our opening at all.
âRight. She probably wonât get in the way, then, so Iâm fine with that. Weâre about to open the labyrinth right now, so can you come up top for me?â
âYep! Iâd be happy to,â chirped Ramiris.
âI will pass. It is the role of the labyrinth master to await his challengers!â
âŠLook, I told you, nobodyâs gonna make it to the bottom in one day! In fact, youâd probably have to wait many days before anyone shows up. I refrained from telling him this, however. Thatâs so kind of me.
âGreat. Well, good luck, then!â
Leaving Veldora with some encouragement, I took Ramiris along as we teleported to the chamber up top.
With lunch over, a large number of people had arrived at their seats. Ramiris and I were there to greet them.
âWelcome back, Sir Rimuru,â Diablo said, smiling. He was done with his refereeing work, and I heard he was looking for me. I gave him a quick nod and hello of my own, then switched gears and took a look at our program. I had a lot of expectations for the Dungeon we were opening. It was one of the centerpieces of our nationâs future development, so I wanted as many of our visitors to explore it as possible. Fortunately, it seemed like few to none of our invitees decided to take an early leave after lunch. The hall was nearly full, so I thought this would function as pretty decent advertising.
Turning toward the event space, I could see Soka and Mjöllmile, the latter of whom would take Diabloâs place as guide and announcer during this event. It was time to go, so I gave them both my signal.
âAll right! The time has come! The final event of Day Three of the Founderâs Festival is about to begin!â
âLadies and gentlemen, thank you for your patience. We are about to show you a small portion of our impregnable Dungeon, one of Tempestâs greatest achievements. It is the ultimate challenge for adventurers, presented by our leader, the demon lord Rimuru. Will anybody out there be able to conquer it?!â
Mjöllmile was giving this spiel from center stage, mic in hand. He wasnât quite as much of a natural at this as Soka, but he looked well enough in his element.
What he had to say was this: Running a demonstration of the labyrinth was well and good, but taking all the visitors here inside the Dungeon was too dangerous. There were several hundred members of the ruling class in here; add our more nearby residents, and the number became several thousand. A crowd that size crammed into the labyrinth would be far too unruly to guide around.
Instead, weâd come up with the idea of sending several parties down there and showing their progress on a large screen. That presented a few technological challenges, but we had already succeeded at providing a clear picture on a huge screen at the battle tournament, and we could use the same tech for this.
The projector that Gabil and Vester built was proving useful for a variety of purposes. Itâs what weâd used to display the battles on-screen earlier, via a video-recording crystal ball stored inside the machine. This crystal was inscribed with magical communication spells that let it receive images recorded far away and project them here, allowing the audience to watch the challengers from a safe distance and enjoy the entertainment.
Getting a king or prince injured would be a huge problem; as a result, only a few selected parties would actually be experiencing the labyrinth today.
âAnd so,â a smiling Soka shouted, âweâd now like to open the labyrinth up to adventurers! Are there any members of the audience courageous enough to delve into the Dungeon weâre proud to offer you?â
That was our cue. Ramiris, perched on my shoulder, summoned a temporary doorway to the labyrinth in the center of the stage. We couldâve just brought any challengers down to the basement here, but it was important to put on a show for things like this.
âââOooohhh!âââ
See? The crowd was amazed, just as I hoped theyâd be. A quiet sort of excitement was taking root among them, the adventurers in the audience sizing up one another. We were strictly accepting volunteers today, and if possible, I wanted to see a lot of participantsâand even if nobody raised their hand, we still had Masayukiâs group. That was part of why I wanted to negotiate with him earlier; he had already explained matters to his friends, and they were on standby right now. I had given them a map of the first five floors to ensure against any mistakes. Hopefully theyâd serve as the advertising pitchmen I wanted.
So would we see any volunteers? As it turned out, my concerns were for nothing.
âHeh-heh⊠I dunno what a demon lordâs labyrinth is all about, but Iâm ready to rip the facade from it! You might think youâve cowed us all, what with that phony battle tournament and everything, but you wonât get us this time!â
âYeah! Bassonâs right!â
âIf the highway wasnât so jammed, Basson wouldâve won the whole tournament!â
âHeh-heh-heh⊠Youâre not forgetting about me, are you?â
âAh, donât be that way, Gomez. They know all about how strong you are. As long as you and I are together, our âGreat Lightningâ teamâs got nothing to fear!â
Oh? Looks like weâve got all kinds of challengers. This Basson guy mustâve shown up too late to join the tournament. If he was around to see it, he shouldâve known full well how powerful the competitors wereâŠbut with a couple of matches forfeited, the quality of the fighting was admittedly hit-or-miss. I was sure there were a ton of people like Basson who assumed they were invincible and so on. But that was fine. I figured weâd see a few skeptics who refused to believe in any of this. Those would be our future customers, after all.
âAnd Masayuki the Hero wasnât anyone special in the end, either, was he? Heâs strong, Iâll grant you that, but in a fight, you gotta see it through to the end! Letting the demon lord of this country off the hook like that⊠How half-hearted of him! It sickens me!â
Um⊠He admitted that Masayuki was âstrongâ? Okay, whatever.
âYeah, this so-called labyrinth is a big con jobâand Basson and I are gonna expose it for what it is right now!â
Bassonâs group certainly had gusto.
âI refuse to allow them to berate you like this, Sir Rimuru.â
âLet me go over and shut them up a bitââ
âHalt!â
I couldnât let my guard down. Shion was irritated, and Diablo came this close to going out of control. I hurriedly stopped themâbut at least they didnât threaten to kill them this time.
âTheyâre just a little overconfident, okay? Besides, I think itâll be more fun if we get people like them.â
They might be a little dumb, I thought, but they were the right people for this job. Shion and Diablo nodded their agreementâI was used to handling them by now.
Basson was a fighter with a shaved head; Gomez, a sorcerer in a black robe. They had four others in their party, none of them worth writing home about. This sextet would be our first challengers.
Then someone unexpected spoke up.
âWeâll take the challenge!â
Three people jumped out of the audience. I thought Iâd seen them before⊠Wait, is that Elen?!
I was having Elenâs trio help with the founding of Yohmâs new nation. They were going around the Free Guild locations in the former Farmus, and I had asked them to aid Yohm however they could. A B-ranked adventurer was a fearsome presence in itself, and Elenâs party was now rated B-plus. They were allowed to cross national borders unhindered, so I figured this was the perfect job for them. They hadnât joined Yohm on the way here, so I assumed they had gone back home or something, but no. I had no idea they were planning this, in factâthey mustâve been hiding it so Archduke Erald didnât stop them.
âWeâre really going to do it?â
âOh, of course we are! I havenât had any adventures lately, so Iâve been waiting for this!â
âLet me askâas leader, I have the right to say no, right? Right?â
âUm, no? Not at all. Itâs already set in stone!â
Crazy. I felt so bad for Kabal. And I thought Iâd just heard Erald screaming over in the other room, only to fall silent after the sound of something smashing. I could picture what had happened but chose not to. Hopefully, at least, Elen would be done before her father woke up.
Our third party here was led by Masayuki, hero of the day. They all calmly strode onstage, greeting the audience with smiles.
âMa! Sa! Yu! Ki! Masayukiiiii!â
Yes, yes, all right. They hear you. The applause in the room was deafening. What a stud he is.
Counting Masayuki, there were four people in the party, including the formerly topless Jinrai clad in the armor Iâd given himâa suit of Mithril Armor, crafted by Garm and rated as a Rare on the scale. It was heavier than Yohmâs Exo-Armor and not quite as effective but just as durable. It even gave the wearer anti-poison effects.
I had also given Masayuki a rapier as a present. Iâd asked him over lunch why he never drew his sword, and he flatly replied, âWell, like, itâs heavy, soâŠâ Honestly, I was shocked by how much of a bluffer he was. He had some kendo experience but none with actual swordsâand besides, in this world, slicing Japanese katanas werenât as popular as heavy, skull-crushing blades, so they were all gonna have a little heft to them.
As he told me, even striking a pose with a sword for a long time was difficult for him. So I gave him this rapier, advising him to try working out a little more as well. This blade was a discarded version of the one I gave to Hinataâit had the same light weight and strength, but not her swordâs unique trait of always killing your opponent on the seventh landed attack. Just swinging this thing around was enough work for Masayuki; he didnât need that sort of advanced feature anyway. Plus, the rapier also remedied exhaustion for its user to some extent. If all Masayuki would do was strike a pose and keep it steady, this sword was more than enough.
So the party of four was soaking in the cheers from the audience, none of whom questioned their change in equipment.
We planned to set a time limit of three hours, calculated back from my intended goal of keeping anyone from going past Floor 5. Masayukiâs party had a map, giving them an advantage over the others, and I was counting on them to advertise the labyrinth for me.
So three parties, then? That didnât seem like too many, but of course, a lot of people would think twice about challenging a shady, demon lordârun labyrinth. We needed to address, and quell, that hesitation with this demo today.
But just as I was about to move the show along:
âWait. Iâll join in, too.â
A man clad entirely in black appeared onstageâGaiye the Flowing Swordsman.
âYouâve done a fine job trapping me in your bluffs and trickery, havenât you? Heh-heh-heh⊠The demon lordâs Big Four, or whatever theyâre called, certainly play dirty, do they not? I can understand if theyâre afraid of my talents, but they picked a fight with the wrong foe. You can scheme all you want, but Iâm about to crush your ambitions for good!â
Quite an introduction. I was wondering what he was doing here, and now I knew, I guess. Basically, he couldnât understand how Ranga had beaten him and decided it was all a trap. He assumed I was up to something no good with this labyrinth, and now he was standing up to stop me in my tracks, I guess. And yes, I was up to somethingâbut probably not the things Gaiye was picturing.
âRight. This time, Iâm going to chop his littleââ
âYeah! Get âim, Diablo!â
âNo. Donât get âim. And stop imitating my voice, Shion.â
These people⊠I swear, why were they always like this? Whenever someone said something about me, they just give them no mercy. And Shion was getting so sensitive to every affront, too, imagined or not. Maybe it was time I thought of some more serious measures for her.
But whatever.
Gaiye looked like he wanted to go solo on this, but was he gonna be okay? I was honestly concerned. On the other hand, itâd be nice to get a sample of how a lone adventurer would fare in the labyrinth. We might as well make him the fourth âpartyâ today.
Now that we had our challengers, the long-awaited moment was here. It was time to open the Dungeon.
There wasnât much time to work with, so all four parties would be going in at once. Soka would stay here to commentate on the on-screen action. Inside guidance would be best handled by the dryads, whoâd also serve as âcameramenâ as they accompanied each party. We didnât have many of them, but there were a fewâTreyni, Traya, and Doreth included. The others were young and inexperienced in battle but boasted tremendous magical force. Under Ramirisâs management, theyâd make for perfect labyrinth managers.
âThese four people,â Soka said, âare the curators of our labyrinth. Normally they will not accompany parties entering the Dungeon, but for todayâs run, weâll have one shadowing each team.â
The quartet gave their hellos to the crowd. These were named Alpha, Beta, Gamma, and Deltaânot having names would be inconvenient, so Iâd just pulled those out of my head. It didnât cost me any magicules; since dryads are high-level monsters, I could have them consume their own magic force for the job. Ramiris was their boss, so all I did was help come up with their names. As sisters, they all had the same looks, so telling them apart via visuals alone was a challenge. Monsters often rely on things like magical waveforms to identify individuals, but I thought that was asking a lot of humans, so names were more helpful.
âIf you guys run into any trouble, feel free to ask them for advice! And now, let me run down the rules for you all! First, Iâm going to give these to everyone!â
Soka pulled out a couple of items, Alpha and the other dryads giving the same ones to each party.
âThese items here, you see, weâre planning to offer for sale when people enter the labyrinth. Does everybody have them now?â
As she spoke, each item was shown in a close-up on the screen. This pseudo-television technology was really helpful for stuff like this. Currently, it was showing a set of ten High Potions, one Full Potion, and a bunch of Resurrection Bracelets and return whistles. These had been provided for free during todayâs beta testâif they were kind enough to volunteer, I didnât mind giving them some compensation. The dryad chaperones would have some backup items, too, just in case, so they could get whisked to safety if things went south.
Given the size of this thing, it was entirely possible that a party wouldnât get out of Floor 1 in the time allotted. Even if they took the shortest path to the stairway down, weâre talking a literal mile or so of walkingâand given that this was a maze, they were gonna be covering much more distance than that. For the next three hours, itâd be best if the parties tried just hard enough to keep the audience entertainedâand once time expired, theyâd use their items to get back up top.
I had other rewards for them, too, of course. For advertising purposes, I had some treasure chests set up containing souvenirs in the form of decent armor and so on. During actual operation, these chests wouldnât show up until Floor 2 onward, but we were being generous today.
Finally, Soka explained the most important item in the lot.
âNow, take a look at this item. This is known as a Resurrection Bracelet, and we highly recommend you purchase this when you enter our labyrinth. What does it do? Believe it or not, it resurrects you from the dead!!â
The crowd immediately began chattering about this. ââImpossible!ââ I could hear a few of them shout.
âLadies and gentlemen, quiet, please! This is important, so I want to be sure everybodyâs paying attention, all right? The key thing here is that this item only works if you are inside Tempestâs Dungeon! It doesnât do anything at all outside the labyrinth, and given the stakes involved, we want to be absolutely sure everyoneâs aware of that. Always remember that at all timesâthis doesnât work outside!â
That was important. If someone assumed otherwise, itâd make for some sad scenes if they tried using it and failed. I didnât want people to claim I was liable. Itâs up to you to keep yourself safe, okay, guys? But I knew that some people just loved to cause a scene and complain about anything and everything, so we needed to be 100 percent sure we drilled this point into everyoneâs minds. Nobody could be allowed to think this worked outside the labyrinth; we couldnât have some idiot think, Hey, maybe itâll work somehow. If you mess that up, hey, itâs not our fault. The promoterâi.e., meâbore no responsibility.
You know, in my old world, I always felt like people foisted way too much responsibility on retailers and companies. If some fool breaks the rules, goes crazy, and gets themselves killed, all I can say is that they had it comingâbut if weâre negligent about providing guidance and cautions, then it does become our fault. Thatâs why we needed to be thorough about our warnings here.
ââŠSo once again, never, ever attempt to use this bracelet outside!â
Soka was being exactly as clear and thorough as I hoped. Good. The only unresolved item on my wish list was to have someone actually die in thereâsomething people would admittedly be reluctant about. But Ramiris had upgraded the Resurrection Bracelets to the point that they even canceled out pain upon determining you were dead. They also gave you a delay of around ten seconds between when you died and when you got teleported back up, so if you or a fellow party member could take suitable measures in time, you could still get fixed up on the spot. Resurrection, being a divine skill and everything, was too high-level for most people to cast, but still.
By the way, Full Potions normally cannot regenerate the soul, but since your soul was stuck firmly inside your own body inside the labyrinth, you actually could âresurrectâ people with a Full Potion to restore the body. I feared encouraging this, however, since (again) it may give people the idea they could pull that trick outside as well. Thatâs why, unless you resurrected a downed adventurer the standard way, their body and soul would get teleported topside after ten seconds. Just like Masayuki, one should just think of it like a dungeon-exploration video game.
Anyway, that wrapped up the initial briefing. Now I just needed someone to try out the Resurrection Bracelet for me.
âSo who would like to experience this for themselves?â
I doubted anyone would, actually, but Soka brightly belted out the question anyway. Talk about thick-skinned.
Basson, the giant skinhead of a man, grunted at this. âHmph! Youâll never die in the labyrinth? Thatâs a funny joke. If you think Iâm gonna believe that and get myself killed in there, you got another thing coming!â
The people around him nodded their assent. This was just common sense. Not even Elenâs team was taking the bait.
âHeh⊠Well, who do you think should do it? You go first.â
Gaiye the Flowing Swordsman pointed a finger at Mjöllmile. He wanted someone else to go first, not him, and I guess that was to be expected. I wished he were more polite about it, though.
âMe? An understandable suggestion, I suppose. Iâd be happy to.â
Mjöllmile, perhaps expecting this, wasnât agitated at all. In fact, heâd already experienced it once. The members of Team Reborn under Shion had experimented with it many times, so he fully believed it was safeâand going through it one time removed any fear from the process. So, with as much stately majesty as he could muster, he put on the bracelet and set foot inside the labyrinth. The challengers followed behind him.
âNow, if you actually attack Mjöllmile in hereââ
Soka took up the sword on her hip, preparing to slash at Mjöllmile. But before she could continue, Gaiye cut him off.
âYou canât trick me. Krahhh!â
There was an arcing flash in the air, and then he sliced Mjöllmileâs arm clean off.
ââŠHey!!â
Soka tried to stop him, but nowhere near in time.
âGaaahhh!â
Mjöllmile started shouting as well, bringing a hand to the gaping wound. The reduced-pain effect kept him from dying of shock, but Iâm sure getting forcibly amputated wasnât a very pleasant feeling.
âHa-ha-ha-ha-ha! And now itâs almost time for the final blow!!â
Was he just playing with him? What a bastard. I almost lost my temper, but then I saw a smile on Mjöllmileâs face. That restored my coolâand just as it did, Gaiyeâs sword hewed Mjöllmileâs head clean off. At once, his body turned into a collection of light particles, flowing up and gathering by the door at center stage. Mjöllmile, along with what he was wearing, formed anew from these particles, fully restored.
The crystal balls carried by Alpha and the other dryads recorded all of this, transmitting it to the large screen in the hall.
âAnd there you have it! Iâm back in perfect shape!â
Mjöllmile stood there, as if he hadnât just been brutally murdered. His severed arm was attached to him as well. It couldnât have been a better performance.
âWhoooaaa!!â
The audience cheered for him. Some of them screamed that it was a miracle. Iâd say the demonstration was a success. I didnât want people to think this was an elaborate trick, but thanks to Gaiyeâs penchant for sudden violence, I think everyone was more convinced than they would have been otherwise. If anyone still didnât believe it, weâd just have to let them experience it for themselves. Of course, it wasnât risk-free, so the best thing to do in the labyrinth was to simply not die. Take care of yourself down there, and youâll never have to go through it.
I figured we could let adventurers who challenged the labyrinth spread the stories for us, and things would work themselves out. I thought some curious daredevils would want to get killed just to see what the experience was like, and that was no problem to me, either. The important thing was that adventurers had nothing to fear if they took on the Dungeonâand I thought Mjöllmile had just ensured that for me. I gotta say, heâs got courage. He put up with Gaiyeâs morbid antics because this is exactly how he wanted this to turn out. Definitely need to thank him later for taking that role, I thought as I looked at the screen.
âThe Dungeon is now open for exploration! A brand-new world is waiting for you inside. What could be awaiting those intrepid enough to battle their way through to the bottom?â
Soka was onstage, kicking off her commentary, as the screen showed the viewpoints of all four parties. The live connections worked without a hitch, bringing the audience inside the labyrinth. She was taking a documentary-style approach to her announcing, and I really appreciated her attention to detail as I watched the parties set off.
The first one that caught my eye was Bassonâs, as they plunged past the orderly, well-built stone-type walls that defined Floor 1.
I figured at least one party member would be drawing a map on the way, but nobody was. They werenât even leaving marks on the walls to keep their bearings, instead just pleasantly chatting as they strode down the corridors. Were they gonna be okay? I knew people like them explored caves and went on hunting missions in lush forests and so onâhow did this party find its way to their destination otherwise? They didnât hire a guide every time, did they?
âTch! Itâs the same damn kind of corridor over and over! And all these crossroads!â
âWerenât we at this intersection before, boss?â
Just as I feared, they were lost. Iâd told them earlier how big this place was, but had they tuned that out?
âWhoa, this is bad news, Basson! This maze is bigger than I thoughtâŠâ
Ah. Yeah, the first floor alone was over eight hundred feet long per side. They had been told this was a pretty big place, but I suppose they were picturing something cozier. I guess that, if you heard it described as a man-made structure beneath the coliseum, youâd likely think it wasnât that big, either. But oh well. It wasnât my problemâand again, it made for good advertising.
However, I really didnât want these parties to face instant death at the start of Floor 1. If we went that insanely hard on them from the get-go, nobody would want to take the challenge. They needed to get at least a little far in. They could always die to be transported back, and there was an SOS feature in their bracelets as well, which treated the wearer as dead and let them escape at any time. The dryads could also come to their rescue, and there was one accompanying each party, ready to promptly bring them back to the surface.
So I really wanted them to be serious about plumbing this labyrinthâŠbut Basson was too busy getting irritated at his panicky party members.
âWhat are you people? Idiots? Iâve never heard of such an enormous maze before. That demon lordâs just feeding us a tall tale. Heâs using magic or something to disorient us.â
âOh⊠Oh, he is!â
âYouâve convinced me, Basson!â
âYeah, the magicule concentration around here is pretty high. Youâre probably right. This must be illusory magic or the like.â
âYou said it, Gomez. Weâve been following the right-hand rule religiously so far. Worst-case scenario, weâll just wind up back where we came.â
Oh dear. Labyrinth difficulty was the least of their concerns. They mightâve thought they were thinking things through, but they sure werenât. I wouldnât be so harsh on them if they were taking notes on paper, but no way could they memorize a path through all these similar-looking corridors, packed with forks, four-way intersections, and dead ends. Between the uniform decor and the twistiness of the paths, simply going right at every opportunity wasnât going to get you anyplace.
These challengers were just way too idiotic. Couldnât count on them for too much, I guessâŠ
âŠBut then Bassonâs party disappeared. Or, to be more exact, they fell down to the next level.
âWh-whoaaa! Was that a trapdoor?â
I was as quizzical as Soka. Did we set up any trapdoors on the first level?
âRamirisâŠâ
âUm⊠Yes? How can I help you?â
ââŠWhen I set up this floor, I really donât think I installed anything like that. You havenât been messing around with my design, have you?â
I tried to keep a smile on my face, so as not to scare Ramiris. That being said, I still found it prudent to grab her to keep her from flying away.
âWell, actually,â she replied with a forced smile, âwe wanted to make the labyrinth a more complete creation, soâŠâ
Upon further interrogation, Ramiris admitted to placing a fairly decent number of trapdoors around. I had to chew her out for this. A floor this large doesnât need trapdoors, all right? The idea was to tire adventurers out and sap their endurance, but these kinds of traps had the opposite effect, essentially serving as time-saving shortcuts. Traps are only traps, after all, if their effect matches your intended purpose.
âBut, um, but, I mean, you had a lot more fiendish trapdoors in the lower levels, didnât you? So I thought, you know, perhaps you forgot to install some higher up. I just did it out of kindness, you see?â
I didnât need that type of kindness.
Sure, if they wanted to make this into a punishing gauntlet, I could get that. If I left everything in the hands of Ramiris, Veldora, and Milim, theyâd litter the whole labyrinth with insane traps like that. But I didnât want that at the very start. That was the whole reason I worked on the topmost floors myself!
Quickly, I turned my attention to the other parties.
Elenâs group was theoretically led by Kabal, but Elen herself had fully taken over the leader role. On the whole, they had no sense of direction at all, so I thought beating the first floor could prove difficult for themâŠand I was half-right.
The group didnât run into any traps, at least, as they carefully advanced. Amazingly, they were even writing down notes as they went, following the textbook method of dungeon conquering.
âOh? Elenâs party is sure taking this seriously. They didnât hit any trapdoors, and theyâre dodging the traps I set up as well. And they already looted three treasure chests? Theyâre having a pretty smooth time so far.â
ââŠEh-heh-heh!â
Um? Whatâs so funny? Why are they having such a smooth time of it? And something about Ramiris hiding her reaction with a laugh rubbed me the wrong way.
ââŠUh, Ramiris?â
âY-yes? What is it?â
âI trust in you, okay? I know you wouldnât hide anything from me.â
âOfâof course not, Rimuru!â
âSo let me ask: Did you do something to Elenâs group?â
Nothing looked amiss on-screen, but they were performing a little too well. As one would expect in a dungeon, many of the treasure chests throughout contained nothing of valueâbut Elenâs party picked three chests in a row with killer loot. It stank of cheating.
âWell, actuallyâŠâ
Not that again.
âWhat did you do?â
âOh, um, well, Elen and her group gave me a nice little gift, so we really hit it off, you could say! So thenââ
âŠâŠâŠ
The more I heard, the worse my headache got.
In the midst of labyrinth construction, Elen had given Ramiris a large number of cakes. These were baked by Mr. Yoshida, so Iâm sure they were all delicious. Elen had made similar overtures to the dryads as well, and bit by bit, she had gleaned information from them about the first floor. Ramiris realized this after a while, but as she put it, the magic of those pastries was simply irresistible.
âI mean, what could I do?! I didnât see it as a problem! And Master Veldora and Milim didnât, either!â
Now she was firing back at me, trying to portray her actions as totally justifiable. But it was straight-up bribery. I was exasperated at how quickly corruption had become an issue down there.
Still, no need to catastrophize about it. I had adjusted the labyrinth today to skew easier difficulty-wise. Plus, only the first floor had been exposed to her. The treasure chests with the real top-shelf prizes werenât on that level.
âKabalâs party is doing a good job landing treasure, isnât it?â
âThat it is,â Mjöllmile told Soka, joining her in the announcerâs role. âSir Rimuru mentioned that chests can sometimes be found in small side rooms and the like, but they need to watch for traps as well.â
âGood point! Do you think there are neat items in them?â
âThereâs some really good stuff in the lower levels, I would imagine⊠And speaking of which, I understand there are three types of treasure chests in allâgold, silver, and bronze. It seems only the bronze chests run the chance of being booby-trapped.â
These three chest types contained different sets of items. Floor 1 contained nothing but bronze chests. Silver chests could contain items up to the Special level of rarity, but most of them were seeded with potions, silver coins, and other useful stuff. This included some of the lesser-quality swords forged by Kurobe, only ranking a Normal in quality. Overall, nothing that would really cost us much if someone was gunning for them.
âBut itâs the gold chests you really want, I suppose,â Soka said.
âQuite so,â agreed Mjöllmile, reading from some notes Iâd given him earlier. âAnd apparently, those only show up on floor numbers that are a multiple of tenâthe boss chambers, in other words.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âWell, as all of you know, Sir Bovix has been appointed the guardian of Floor 50. In much the same way, we have other guardians, or âboss monsters,â positioned in chambers in front of the exit stairway in Floors 40, 30, 20, and 10. The gold chests are only for those adventurers who can defeat such formidable foes, and they could even contain Rare-level weapons and armor!â
This was meant to be an advertising event, so I didnât want opportunities like this one to go to waste. The script here was admittedly kind of trite, like a late-night infomercial, appealing to peopleâs greed with such refreshing alacrity that I was almost ashamed to be one of the writers. But it worked like a charm. The mention of Rare weapons sent a clamor across the audience.
âI imagine most people here got to see Bovixâs strength for themselves. He is the kind of powerhouse challengers have waiting for them in here, so if anyone thinks theyâve got the muscle for it, Iâd love to see them challenge this labyrinth!â
âThatâs right! And one more thing: As you can see on this screen, each floor is very large in size. I imagine youâd need to clear out several days if you wanted to fully conquer the Dungeon, huh?â
That was our basic setupâSoka asking leading questions, Mjöllmile answering them. The classic âplay-by-playâ and âcolor commentaryâ setup, and they were doing pretty well as partners.
Like I said before, Floor 1 had only bronze chests.
ââŠYou didnât mess around with the contents of the chests, did you?â I asked Ramiris.
âAll good there!â
Ah, all right. I didnât appreciate Elen gaming the system like this, but her party was advancing the ârightâ way, and it made for perfect advertising. I suppose she earned whatever she picked up down there today. Giving her a map and list of trap locations was a blatant rule violation, but Iâd overlook it this time.
So I knew Elenâs party was safe. What about Masayuki, whom Iâd given my own set of hints?
âAnd look at this! Theyâve already made their way to Floor 4! What speed! Weâre definitely seeing âLightspeedâ at their quickest today, folks!â
Pfffthhh!!
Why, man?! It hasnât even been thirty minutes since we began! Why was he already down to the fourth level?!
Masayukiâs party had hit virtually every trapdoor so far, as if aiming for them, which gave them a head start to the lower levels. And the crowdâŠ
âMa! Sa! Yu! Ki! Masayukiiiiii!!â
âŠI didnât even need to look at them, really. Even audience members who laughed at Basson blundering into a trapdoor sang Masayukiâs praises whenever he found one. It was incredibly unfair, but that was just Masayukiâs power doing its thing. He was probably resenting me right now, given that the info Iâd leaked to him was less than fully reliable. Sorry, man. It wasnât my fault, not that that was an excuse.
By Floor 4, theyâd start to see monsters patrolling the corridors. I was sure my map wasnât looking too reliable at this point, what with those fearsome trapdoors at random locations, but I still prayed theyâd do their best with the situation.
That just left Gaiye, and he was using his physical gifts to rush through the labyrinth, Delta flying at full speed to keep up.
Being a demi-spiritual being, Delta could âteleportâ herself using whatever nearby plant life there wasâbut doing that would cut off the video she was telecasting, so she was frantically chasing after Gaiye instead, I suppose. It was an impressive effort, and I was glad to see her so devoted to her post.
Gaiye, of course, paid her no mind, proceeding along at his own pace. Judging by how he wasnât getting lost at all on his way to the stairways, I was guessing he had some kind of magical positioning system activated.
Understood. This is the elemental magic spell Automap.
Aha. You wouldnât need a map at all, then, huh?
This magic flashed pinpoint positional data into your brain, sort of like what the Great Sage used to provide me. If Gaiye was keeping it constantly activated, he mustâve been well versed in magic, too, not just swords. Pretty gifted in both as well, Iâd say.
Upon reaching out to Fuze, I learned that Gaiye was indeed an A-ranked adventurer, a very rare breed. Based on his performance, Iâd call that more than fair. He was on Floor 2 right now but would be reaching the next stairway down shortly. If he kept up this pace, he should make it to Floor 5 in the two hours or so remaining. This was much faster than I envisioned; I didnât see this speed coming at all.
But something caught my attention. There was something sparkling within Gaiyeâs eyesâsomething unusual. His lips were twisted downward, his eyes bloodshotâand even when he hit Floor 3, he kept up his blazing speed. Unlike the first two floors, however, he started ducking into side rooms, checking them for treasure chestsâŠor, really, just raiding the chests without hesitation, like he knew where they were all along. Strictly silver chests, too.
âUh⊠Howâs he doing that?â I grumbled. Raphael had no response, so not even he knew.
âI feel like that adventurer Gaiyeâs got this intense greed pushing him forward, yâknow? Like his nose can smell out where the gold is.â
Ramirisâs appraisal was a tad vague, but I think I might understand what she was getting at. It was clear there was nothing normal about Gaiye, between this and the gruesome treatment he gave Mjöllmile. Hopefully, I reasoned as I watched him sprint forward, I wonât have to get involved with him much.
We were now two hours in, and Bassonâs party had just found another hidden room.
âBasson! Thereâs another chamber in here!â
A fellow party member happened upon the latch for the door.
âNot another trap, is it?â a doubtful Basson asked.
The adventurers had been stymied by a paralysis-poison trap Iâd laid for them, as well as a treasure chest loaded with sleeping gas. They even got accosted by one of the weaker mimics in the labyrinth, so now they were eyeing every chest with caution.
âHey, Ramiris, which chest was in that chamber? Iâd really like them to find something good soon. It makes for bad advertising otherwise, and Iâm kinda starting to feel sorry for themâŠâ
Seeing them bumble around reminded me of my days of buying ten loot crates in a mobile game and getting nothing but crap from them. After all this failure, they just seemed pitiful to me. Theyâd never come back if they completely lost their drive to continue, so I wanted them to land something pretty soon.
âUm, n-no worries there. Itâs just, yâknow, that challengerâs party is really awful. Not that Iâm one to talk, but I didnât expect anyone to be this reckless. But that chamberâs got one monster and one silver chest. I donât remember whatâs inside, but itâll definitely be worth the trouble this time!â
Great. Today, at least, I wanted something good to come their wayâ
âWhoa, boss, itâs a trap! Thereâs a monster!â
âGeh. Wanna fall back?â
âWe canât, Basson. Heâs already locked on to us!â
âA giant bear?! Yeah, no running from thatâŠâ
Both sides began to size each other up, gauging their first move. IâŠwas concerned. Why would the simple presence of a monster spook them so much? No, you didnât see creatures like this on Floor 1, and Floor 2 had nothing too powerful on it. But this hidden chamber had a silver chest with a fairly decent item inside, so weâd just placed a monster in there to protect it. Ramiris was rightâthis hidden room housed the best prize of the entire floor, and the giant bear guarding it was a C-ranked monster. Bassonâs team was rated B; this would be easy pickings for themâŠand yet, the sight of that beast scared the pants off Basson and Gomez.
âBasson, I see a treasure chest on the other side!â
âAnd itâs silverâŠâ
âIt might be a trap, but we gotta do it. Brace yourselves, people!â
âLetâs go!â
Now the party of six was finally ready to fight, gripping their weapons tightly as they stared the bear down.
âIâll distract it. You guys catch it off guard!â
Basson, as leader, intended to play the advance-guard role. The moment he jumped into the room, he let out a roar, drawing the bearâs attention. The two of them faced off.
âWhoa, Bassonâs party has started fighting a monster! Is that a giant bear theyâre up against? Those enormous claws could easily take your life with one swipe, itâs said!â
Sokaâs commentary made me realize how wrong I was. Ah yesâthis wasnât a game. Bassonâs party wasnât proving it too well today, but they were professional adventurers, and they didnât like getting hurt. The stakes dictated that one wrong move could end your life, so naturally, they wanted to avoid any combat that didnât suitably reward them. I told everyone that dying in here was perfectly safe, but it looked like thatâd take a while to sink in.
Maybe I needed to reconsider the pitch I was making with this labyrinthâŠ
And then battle began. Basson was up in front, fending off the giant bearâs attack. His face was taut. He had gone with a set of hard leather armor today, which left his arms and sides undefendedâno wonder even a lower-level foe was making him sweat. The swipes from his ax were heavy and punishing, no doubt, but they didnât offer good defense against a clawed foe. Instead, he was deftly using his circular shield to push the giant bearâs arms away.
Meanwhile, his companions were offering him support, focused on staying safe as they aimed for the enemyâs eyes and footing with their barrage of attacks. It was Gomez the sorcerer who struck the final blow, however, with a Windcutter attack that hit home.
âAnd the curtain has closed on their battle with the giant bear! That was quite a battle, wasnât it?â
âThat it was. Truly a textbook approachânot going in too far at any time. These are true veterans of the craft at work.â
I listened to Soka and Mjöllmileâs banter as I thought over the fight. The party had worked well together. Theyâd wrapped up that battle successfully in around five minutes, with nobody hurt on their side. To me, though, this was a serious problem. My head started to hurt again.
âGuys, this was a fight they wouldâve dominated from the start. Why were they being so damn careful with itâŠ?â
ââŠYes, Iâm a tad surprised as well. But thatâs the normal approach, isnât it?â
âI guess so. I was worried when I saw they werenât drawing a map, but I guess their approach to this is just too far removed from what we pictured.â
âRight, right. It might take some people three days or so just to wrap up Floor 1âŠâ
âHmm⊠In which case, maybe we better start thinking about supplying food or somethingâŠâ
Man. I sure wasnât expecting our plans to go awry like this. Bassonâs party had adventurers of assorted ranks, but as a team, they were equivalent to a B. With the right equipment, I figured Basson and Gomez could both merit a B by themselves. The sight of a party of six experiencing so much trouble on Floor 2 was beyond unexpected. They were the clear victors of that battle, but five minutes? That was too long. Yeah, their emphasis on safety was probably the mark of professionalsâŠbut maybe they should focus more on healing injuries with potions and learning how to fight a little more efficiently.
As I fretted about this, the party approached the treasure chest.
âLooks like thereâs a treasure chest in the room. And that colorâs silver, isnât it? What could we find insideâŠ?â
Sokaâs buildup filled the audience chamber with tension. Other parties had opened many chests by now, but it seemed like the crowd couldnât get enough of that moment when the chest swung open.
One of Bassonâs party members popped open the top. Eesh, at least try to be on the lookout for traps, guys! There werenât any on silver chests, but they wouldnât know that⊠They already had a dose of paralysis-poison earlier, along with sleeping gas before that. Now the party was taking turns picking someone to open chests, like it was a kind of punishment. It was so low-level, it scared me to look at them. For someone like me, used to the unwritten rules of video games, it was complete amateur hour. People here might not be used to uncovering chests in the middle of huge mazesâŠbut was that why they were being so thoughtless about opening them?
Along those lines, Elenâs party was looking far more sensible. They had Gido with them, so up to now, they had managed to raid the chests without getting caught in any traps. Not having a thief-type specialist in his party might be a problem for Basson. Hunter-type adventurers who made most of their coin from bodyguard work might not be used to situations like this. Itâd be best for them to bring on a dedicated explorer or just expand the size of their party.
But⊠Hang on. Maybe the labyrinth really was more difficult than we pictured. I thought Bassonâs crew was just kind of low-level, but with nobody here well versed in this kind of dungeon hacking, perhaps things were just going to go slow at first. Weâd need to reconsider that later.
âOh! Ohhhhh! Basson, itâs a sword!!â
Nice! Theyâd finally drawn a winnerâa big winner.
Top prizes for these chests included high-grade potions, ancient gold coins, quality armor, and so on. Starting on Floor 2, you also had a tiny chance at uncovering a Rare-level item, and that was exactly the kind of sword Bassonâs team had just found.
âOh, actually, Master Veldora said that he adjusted the chests from Floor 2 down to give out more jackpots like that.â
âDid he? Ah. But this party didnât find anything good until nowâŠâ
Veldora saw the problem and addressed it, but with a party this unlucky, it still didnât help. If he hadnât fudged the stats a little, Basson wouldâve been finding nothing all day. Drawing a Rare item was certainly quite a comeback. It meant good PR for us, and I bet itâd drive Bassonâs party to try their luck some more. Thinking about it that way, I had to admitâVeldora did a good job.
âThat was a smart decision on Veldoraâs part, though. People need to have some positive experiences in here, or else itâll affect our future strategy.â
Iâd have to thank him later.
Bassonâs party, meanwhile, was passing the sword around to one another, staring at it and whistling their astonishment. Seemed they liked it.
âOkay, guys,â Basson said as he put his ax away and switched to the sword, âletâs keep this up!â
The next chamber had three lesser bats flitting around, but Basson managed to swipe them all down with one hit. The blade must have helped, because they were starting to move faster. One of Kurobeâs apprentices had crafted that sword, which just barely qualified for Rare status, but to Basson, it mustâve been a legendary piece. The same was true for Gaiye; I heard that even A-ranked pros had difficulty acquiring a full set of Rare equipment. If so, no wonder Basson was so excited.
The party was now proceeding more quickly, making up for lost time and accumulating a large number of magic crystals from the monsters they slew.
âThis is nice. Weâre definitely cominâ out ahead. I think weâll earn a lot more than I thought before the dayâs through!â
âYeah, I definitely want to pay another visit here once itâs fully open!â
Now the party was all smiles as they ventured farther into the Dungeon.
I turned my attention to Elenâs group.
Since they were on Floor 1, theyâd have trouble finding any Rare items. They were being very cautious as they proceededâtoo much so, reallyâbut the approach paid off with all the chests they got to raid.
Now, though, they were suddenly switching tactics.
âAre we about ready?â
âYouâre really going to do this?â
âUm⊠Do I get a voice in thisâŠ?â
âHere we go! Time to hook some big fish!â
Completely ignoring Kabal, Elen began to head for the lower levels. They had just under an hour to go, and I guess they chose this moment to go for broke. It looked like theyâd focused on Floor 1 so much up to now because they were trying to gather as many potions as they could. Now it was time to make use of Ramirisâs info and attempt to get all the way down to Floor 10.
âIt looks like Kabalâs party is on the move. Theyâve been thorough in their work so far, proceeding bit by bit, but now theyâre making a beeline for deeper floors.â
âHmm⊠Are they looking for treasure chests with larger payoffs? But itâll be hard to discover chests out of sheer luckâŠâ
âBut it looks like you can find Rare items from silver chests, like Bassonâs party did earlier, right?â
âRight, but itâs not something you can aim for, really. Sir Gaiye has opened something like twenty silver chests so far, but he still hasnât scored any Rares.â
âSo theyâll need to look for gold chests to be guaranteed Rare items?â
âThatâs correct. But theyâll only find gold chests in the designated boss-monster chambers, mostly.â
âMostly? Are they anywhere else?â
âWell⊠Actually, there are other powerful creatures in the labyrinth that you may run into at random. These are called âarea bosses,â and the rooms they guard could contain golden chests.â
Sokaâs and Mjöllmileâs guidance convinced me of what Elen was after.
âHey, Ramiris?â
âYeah?â
âDid you leak out the locations of the area bosses as well?â
âWell, umâŠâ
âWell?â
ââŠ?! IâI think such a thing might have been included, yes!â
Oh lord.
Butâhey, letâs stay optimistic. These area bosses, something I included mainly for fun, could also be good PR for usâand I knew I laid one out in Floor 4. Its position changes whenever itâs defeated, but those guys should still be where I left themâŠ
Essentially, this floor housed a small monster lair inhabited by several giant bats, each ranked C-plus. If you werenât aware of them, youâd have to face a torrent of monsters all at once, but if Elenâs party saw them coming, I suppose they could prepare for it well enough. I just didnât want it to look like they knew in advance there was something in that lairâthatâd seem a little too contrived.
But I had nothing to worry about. Elenâs party deliberately used trapdoors to go down to Floor 5, pretended to be injured so they could advertise the effects of potions for me, and claimed loudly to be searching for somewhere to rest all the way to the monster lair. The perfect act from start to finish. They had futures in the theater, I tell you.
âGuys, thereâs a small chamber around the corner. Letâs rest in there.â
âAll righty! Are you okay, Kabal?â
âY-yeah. Boy! That potion worked like a charm. I feel absolutely fine, but letâs rest a little bit before we start farming some more.â
Kabalâs delivery was a touch wooden, but nobody noticed. The eyes of everyone in the audience were on the big screen as Gido opened the door.
âWhoa-ho-ho! Giant bats!!â
âStay calm! Kabal, youâre on!â
ââŠI donât want them sucking my blood, butâŠâ
Despite Kabalâs reluctance, he hefted up his Scale Shield, hiding behind it as he faced the full brunt of the batsâ attack. It looked like a tricky situation at first glance, but Kabal was cool as a cucumber. The giant bats had no way of cutting through a shield that durable, so he shrugged off their strikes without breaking a sweat.
As he distracted them, Elen completed her magic spell.
âHere we go! Icicle Shot!!â
A flurry of small, sharpened shards of ice flew at the bats. In a room this small, they had nowhere to flee. With her magic amplified by her Dryadâs Staff, Elenâs blast of ice tore the entire flock of bats to shreds.
âHmm⊠Too easy, by the looks of things.â
âYou may be right. If this were Bassonâs party, I bet itâd be a life-and-death struggleâŠâ
âI feel like giving out a gold chest for this is costing us.â
âMaybe, but letâs not use Elenâs party as our yardstick for this, hmm?â
Ramiris had a good point. Plus, if you think about it, this went easy for Elen only because she cheated; she wouldnât get this advantage normally. If she had run herself ragged all around the labyrinth before finally discovering a gold box, Iâd be happy to toast her good fortune then.
âThat was a fine battle, wasnât it?â Soka asked Mjöllmile on mic.
âYes, this is definitely a well-seasoned team of adventurers. They certainly made it look easy. Ah, and hereâs Sir Gido opening a treasure chestâŠâ
âOoooh! A gold chest! Are we really going to see a Rare item come out?!â
I focused in on Gidoâs hands. He was guaranteed a Rare, but exactly what, I couldnât guess.
âLooks like a swordâŠâ
âAwww, I wanted some sorcererâs armor!â
âA sword?! Sweet! Someone up high must be watching how hard Iâm working!â
Three people, three reactions. Gido couldnât care less, Elen was pouting, and Kabal showed his first real enthusiasm of the day. The sheer across-the-board variety made me laugh.
ââŠAnd it looks like a weapon, Mjöllmile!â
âAhhh, Iâm sure it is. The demon lord Rimuru has given me word that every gold chest is guaranteed to house an excellent item inside.â
I didnât remember saying that, but I was glad Mjöllmile was kind enough to hype it up for me.
This chest contained a Tempest Swordâeveryone thought it was a Rare, but it was actually a Unique. Like the Tempest Dagger Iâd given Gido, it was a masterpiece of a weapon, forged by Kurobe from Charybdis scales. Veldora had made âjackpotâ finds like this more common for today, and maybe thatâs why Elenâs party scored a killer item that usually showed up just 1 percent of the time.
Then, their mission done for the day, the party promptly prepared to head back. Talk about a cold, calculated approach, huh? I dunno.
âWe kind of lavished too much on them,â I said as I laughed at their indomitable drive for riches, âbut ah well.â
How were Masayukiâs team and Gaiye doing?
Both were drilling deeper and deeper down, as if in a footrace, but it was clear who had the advantage. Masayukiâs party was overwhelmingly ahead, already at the ninth floor by the time two hours passed by.
âTheyâre just way too fastâŠâ
âIâm sorry! I didnât think challengers would use trapdoors that way.â
âAhhh, I doubt Masayuki is deliberately aiming for them, butâŠâ
Even as Ramiris and I spoke, the party tore their way across Floor 9. With over fifty minutes left to go, they reached Floor 10âand thanks to yet another conveniently placed trapdoor, they managed to get deep inside, right nearby the boss chamber. Masayukiâs good luck again, no doubt.
âI never wouldâve guessed theyâd go this far in under three hoursâŠâ
Their speed just totally floored me.
By this point in the labyrinth, youâd start to encounter monsters in the middle of corridors as well, not just in rooms. Sometimes theyâd appear in small groups, tooâbut Masayukiâs friends did an impressive job against them. Nearly all their foes fell with one hit; at no time were they ever endangered. And since my map was accurate except for the trapdoors, they were still checking it to figure out the way ahead.
Finally, the party reached the last chamber in the floor. The stairs to Floor 11 would appear only once they defeated the boss lurking insideâa black spider, ranked a B in difficulty.
The party cowered against this fearsome sightâŠ
âYahhh!â
âŠand Jinrai then slashed it to death in one swipe.
Damn. That was frustrating. Against Team Masayuki, a black spider didnât even begin to pose a challenge. If it werenât for all those damn trapdoors, at least they wouldâve had to spend more time getting hereâŠ
Thus the party picked up their gold treasure chest, grabbing a Rare-level dagger from it. That, and they even added their names to the floorâs save point. I decided, right then and there, to just do away with all the trapdoors.
Once the boss was slain, Masayukiâs group used their return whistle to head back to the surface, making them the second group to emerge after Elenâs.
Just when the party exited the boss chamber, the door leading to it opened again.
âMasayukiâs party is back with us, but now Sir Gaiye is going to challenge the boss!â
âGaiye has traversed this far into the labyrinth all by himself. No traps or pitfalls have caught him yet, and heâs been going at a breathtaking clip the whole time.â
âYes, at the speed heâs going, heâs racing past trapdoors before they can even open. Thatâs an unexpected approach to take! I donât think most people could copy it.â
The adventurer types in the audience nodded in agreement with Mjöllmile. Going solo was one thing, but a multimember team could never pull a trick like that. Gaiye didnât have the greatest of personalities, but he was every bit worthy of the A rank he was rewarded. He had run into no problems in these early floors, taking every measure available to score as many silver chests as possible. He was about the worst beta tester I couldâve picked, but I couldnât do much about that now.
âPffft. That piece-of-garbage swordsman beat me here, eh? Oh well. Bring back that boss for me!â
Gaiye wasted no time copping an attitude. It was grating, but I was mature enough to put up with it.
âSo what happens at a time like this, Mjöllmile?â
âWell, Iâm told that the boss is resurrected in approximately thirty minutes.â
âAnd the gold treasure chest with it?â
âThatâs what I understand, yes. Otherwise, Sir Rimuru was concerned people would start fighting each other for the right to tackle a boss.â
âI see, I see. In that case, Iâm afraid Gaiye may not have enough timeâŠâ
âNo, thereâs not much time left. I imagine thatâll be the end of this run for him.â
Fifteen minutes remained out of the three hours allotted. Gaiye, once the situation was explained to him, did not take it well.
âAre you kidding me?! You think you can boss me around in here? I know how talentless all you people are, but I donât see why I need to stoop down to your level! Get this boss back here now!â
The greed was visible in his eyes as the self-centered vitriol continued. Delta took it all in stride, but the next thing Gaiye said changed matters for her.
âHmph! The master of a talentless fool is a talentless fool. Thereâs no need at all for me to abide by the rules of you buffoons!â
Oops. Shouldnât have said that. Thatâs all but declaring to the master of the labyrinth that you arenât gonna play by her laws. Gaiyeâs shouting wasnât going to change anything, but was the master going to ignore that insult?
Doubtful.
âYour statement clearly violates the regulations set by us,â Delta calmly stated. âI will let this go if you apologize, but I will not allow any more abusive language.â
Gaiye snorted at her. âWhat? Whyâs a guide like you think youâre so far above me? Donât make me laugh!â
âHuh? Punishment? What could you ever do toâ?â
At the next moment, Gaiyeâs body was bound and lifted into the air by vines that sprang up from the floor around him.
ââŠWhaâ?!â
âI have removed the pain suppressor feature on your Resurrection Bracelet. Do you feel like apologizing yet?â
Small thorns shot out from the vines, piercing into the slits between his armorâs plating. The results were painful for him. This was the spirit magic Thornbind, and Delta was able to launch it with zero spell-casting delay.
âD-damn you! You think thatâs all it takes to beat me?â
âThis is your final warning. Do you have any interest in apologizing?â
âThe hell I do! This level of magic could neverââ
His shouting was cut off mid-sentence, as Delta used her slender hands to slice Gaiyeâs head off.
He had chosen the wrong person to pick a fight with today. Yes, he was an A-ranked adventurer, but Delta was a dryad. Even without battle experience, her species had instincts that made her a threat beyond Hazard level. Once she was a bit more well versed, sheâd be at the Calamity tier with Treyni and the others. Someone like Gaiye had no chance.
The sight of Gaiye, who had wowed in the battle tournament, getting destroyed by the gentle-looking Delta made the crowd audibly gasp. The Flowing Swordsman mayâve thought he was strong, but he was killed in an instant, unable to defend himself. Seeing that projected on such a large screen would scare the crap out of anyone.
âAh yes,â Mjöllmile said in hushed tones. âIn the labyrinth, the words of the maze master essentially serve as the law. Ignore her rules, and the managers will deliver a swift punishment like the one you saw just now.â
As he put it, if you followed the rules, you were perfectly safe.
âThat, um, thatâs pretty scary. So what happens to Gaiye, then?â
âNothing at all, actually. He will be stripped of the items heâd acquired in this trip into the labyrinth, but otherwise, he is alive and well⊠Although without the pain suppression feature on his Resurrection Bracelet, I imagine itâs a rather grueling experience for him at the moment.â
There was no real punishment, you could say. All it meant was a reset back to what you were before venturing inside, and nothing else. Serious rule infractions might require us to ban you from the Dungeon entirelyâŠbut we planned to discuss that once we saw how things went.
âAh! Gaiyeâs now out from the labyrinthâbut unlike you, Mjöllmile, it appears heâs unconscious.â
Immediately after the decapitation, Gaiye dissolved into particles of light and was resurrected at the surfaceâstill knocked out. Thatâs because Delta exercised her right to restrict the functionality of his Resurrection Bracelet, a sort of nuanced way to mete out extra punishment. He was safe and unhurt, but his body would need some time to recover from the shock of âdying.â
Between his mistreatment of Mjöllmile and outright contempt for Delta, Gaiye was proving to be one of the most distasteful people Iâd ever met. Seeing him like this was, to say the least, gratifying. Hopefully, he learned his lesson a little.
âYes,â Mjöllmile continued, âas long as participants follow the rules, the Resurrection Bracelet always works perfectly. But as all of you saw, Sir Gaiye was deliberately flaunting regulations, so⊠The labyrinth has a number of rules for visitors to followâfor example, no conflicts among adventurers, and always follow the advice of the mazeâs managers. We plan to distribute a book of rules once normal operation begins, and our guides will also provide rule rundowns to those adventurers who canât read. Weâll want all of you to follow the rules and behave well inside, lest you meet the same fate Sir Gaiye just did.â
âOh, I could imagine Gaiye might be a little disappointed about this result, but during normal operation, all you have to do is wait a short period of time, and the boss will reappear! Itâs against the rules to fight other adventurers, so itâs important to wait your turn and conquer this Dungeon the right way!â
Soka used a melodious tone of voice to run all of this down. Whatâs âthe right wayâ mean here? She didnât specify. I thought the crowd felt kind of awkward about this, but Sokaâs follow-up largely steamrolled over all of that.
As she went on, Gaiye woke up againâŠthen reeled back in shock, remembering what had happened to him. Seeing him recovered (if intensely frustrated) helped calm the crowd down a great deal.
Well, good.
It seemed like the crowd had accepted Mjöllmileâs explanations for everything. He may have been a total prick, but the things we learned observing Gaiye were quite useful. If we could work out how to deal with high-level adventurers sprinting down just to raid treasure chests, hopefully we could avoid losing a mint on this. That, and everybody certainly knew how the rules worked now.
All in all, Iâd say Gaiyeâs journey proved pretty satisfactory for all of us.
Thus, each team wrapped up their runs, leaving only Bassonâs party inside. They had about ten minutes left, so Iâd want them to wrap up shortly.
As I thought about that, one of Bassonâs companions screamed loudly and fell to the ground in the corridor. Someone in the adjacent room mustâve gotten him; he was alive, but there was an arrow straight through his right eye.
See? I told you going in all careless like that was dangerous.
There was a single skeleton inside this chamber, wielding a bow and taking potshots at anyone through the door. The second party member through the archway was rewarded with a bolt between the eyes; he fell as well, but unlike Gaiye, he disappeared into light particles after ten seconds. Nice. Weâd have at least one challenger experience death before time expired, then.
The remaining four party members made quick work of the skeleton.
âAhhh, look at this!â Soka said, talking quickly. âWe havenât had anyone drop out yet, but that skeleton has just claimed two victims! But donât worry, because the deceased will be revived shortly back at the surface!â
The audience was riveted by the you-are-there viewpoint they had of the battle. Having it shown on such a huge screen like that really did make it feel like you were exploring the labyrinth with them. I heard screams here and there whenever a monster appeared, which I thought was a pretty cool reaction. Maybe it was like watching a horror film; people started shouting their heads off when that party member died, too.
Maybe staging viewing events of the action inside the labyrinth would be a fun idea. Weâd work this out with the participating adventurers in advance, of course; we couldnât get away with showcasing their exploits without permission. Really, today was helping me come up with all kinds of little ideas.
For now, though, time was almost up. This offered a nice taste of the show to everyone, I thought.
Bassonâs party helped keep things tense throughout; in the end, they were pretty good challengers, actually. They mayâve dissed Masayuki and crowed about âripping the facadeâ off the labyrinth and accused me of running a con job, but once they were in, they forgot about all of that and focused on their task. Now they were shedding tears and wailing the names of their fallen comrades. Not only did they have the wrong impression, they clearly werenât the kind of people who listened to anything they were told. As beta testers, they were tremendously helpful.
âAll right, everyone, itâs just about time to return to the surface.â
Alpha, the guide for Bassonâs party, interrupted their mourning in her matter-of-fact voice. Basson looked livid at her for a moment, but Alpha ignored him and forced their return whistles to activate.
âGoddamn you!â Basson protestedâbut he swallowed his words back on the surface.
âOh, hey, Basson. I guess I actually got resurrected.â
Being greeted by his alive (and very confused) companion made Bassonâs anger vanish.
âWhoa! Awesome!! You really came back to life?!â
âYeah, I thought I was done for, but it didnât hurt near as much as I thought, and now Iâm back to normal.â
âMan, are you serious? âCause if so, this is just amazing. Thereâs so few people out there who can cast resurrection magic, and this bracelet does it all for us?!â
The group chattered on some more as they celebrated their revived companion.
âUgh, dammit, my eyeâŠâ
âHow about we use this?â
The man with his eye shot out had it all fixed up with a dose of potion.
âThis is crazy. For people like us, you know, our bodies are our main asset. So having this sort of setup is like a dream.â
âWow, so itâs true?! Man, we can really go all-out next time!â
You were going all-out, man. I donât think I saw you check for traps once all day. Once they get nastier on later floors, youâre goners.
I could criticize their style all day, but I stayed mum for now. The key thing was how the crowd reacted, and after seeing how Bassonâs party fared start to finish, I think they understood how safe the Dungeon was.
As an advertising stunt, Iâd call today a success.
The challengers were all lined up onstage now. I headed up as well, standing in front of them, to offer some closing remarks.
âSo what did you all think?â I asked, mic in hand. âDid you have fun today? Our Dungeon will be officially opening to the public in just a few more days. I guarantee to all of you that itâs perfectly safe, so if youâre interested, go ahead and give it a try for yourself. And if any of you can conquer the hundredth floor on the bottom, I will grant you the right to challenge me to battle!!â
With that, the event was overâand my instincts told me we kicked ass. The tournament final was exciting enough, but viewing these test runs into the labyrinth really did make it seem like you were there. It was a great way to round out the show.
Of course, it wouldâve been perfect if the show actually ended then. But:
(Rimuru, what is the matter? I have yet to see any challengers. How long do I have to wait?)
Veldora, lord of the labyrinth, sent me a Thought Communication that clearly indicated he hadnât listened to a word I said. Way to ruin the moment, man.
(Shut up! How many times do I have to tell you?! Listen to me: Youâre not gonna see anyone good enough to make it to the bottom for a while!)
(Wh-what?! That was not how I understood it!)
(Then you understood it wrong, dumbass! Why donât you try actually listening to me?!)
We argued about this for a little while afterward. You know how you sometimes see kids get yelled at during a fair or festival, because they get too worked up and all that? Itâs so regrettably commonâso this time, I lectured Veldora until I was damn sure he was sorry.