The next day, after a good nap, I set out for the ruins at night.
The place was further away in the western part of the Capital, but I marked it with [Warp] yesterday, so I could immediately jump there.
ā€œā€¦ā€
As expected, she wouldn’t be selling her pretzels every consecutive day. Somehow, I felt that my encounter with her became a personal trauma.
I greeted the guard and entered the ruins, but there were few other adventurers as expected at night. There were no demons either, but this was not a game, so it was impossible to be surrounded by demons right from the entrance.
Still, the compound was not entirely empty. As I passed by an adventurer who was finishing off a goblin-like creature, a warrior carrying a kitchen ax stepped toward me as if he wanted to say something.
ā€œ[Fire Lance].ā€
A [Flame Lance] was fired in a quick chant, passing by the warrior and instantly scorching the goblin thief who had been sneaking upon him.
ā€œā€¦ā€
With that shot, the warrior was stunned, as if rooted in a cold sweat, but quickly regained his composure and readied his ax.
ā€œDamn you, you Witch, you messed with a comrade’s preyā€¦ā€
ā€œWait! I didn’t see it either. She just saved us!ā€
A man who looked like a Ranger hurriedly stopped the warrior from behind him.
The warrior, still unconvinced, turned to a man who looked like a magician at a distance, but the magician looked blue and shook his head at the power of the [Flame Lance].
[Flame Lance] was a 3rd class attack magic, but even adventurers in the Royal Capital didn’t seem to have high levels with them fighting this close to the entrance.
I continue on, passing by the adventurers who silently cleared the way.
I bought a general map from the Commerce Guild, so there was no need for mapping, but it was my first proper adventure in a long time. And it was the first dungeon I had ever seen. My gamer’s blood was boiling.
[Bumooooo]
*DonDonDon!!!!
The orc-like demon that appeared at the beginning of the encounter was submerged in a sea of blood after a three-round headshot from the Break Revolver.
ā€œā€¦urgh.ā€
This was a failure. In the underground ruins, there was no wind, so the smell of blood was harsh.
I could go deeper since I would be able to return using [Space Transition] anyway. As I went on without taking any materials from the orcs to escape from the unpleasant smell of blood, I heard something like a scream from far away when the smell disappeared.
ā€œā€¦ā€
Another flag of some sort?
[Ggoooooooooooooooooo!!!]
Ah, it was surprisingly close.
It couldn’t be helped. It looks like someone was being attacked, and I still don’t feel good about abandoning them to their poor fate.
ā€œHiiii!ā€
ā€œ[Ridil] ā€œ
The big humanoid that was attacking the adventurer had its arm cut off as I drew my zanbatou and attacked it.
[Ggooooooooooooooooo!!!]
ā€œAh, You.ā€
ā€œStand back.ā€
As I made the adventurer back down, I quietly held my Ridil at the ready as the enemy swung a battleaxe with only one arm remaining, without losing its will to fight… was that a Mino-tan?
[Ggooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!]
ā€œā€¦Disruption.ā€
I spun the Ridil around my waist, dodged the huge battleaxe, and thrust the Ridil into the Minotaur’s back until it pierced through.
[gugoo…]
Zuzun…and the Minotaur crumbles to the ground. Goodbye, Mino-tan…
ā€œā€¦Mi, a single blow to a Minotaur?ā€
ā€œMore importantly, why are you alone?ā€
The adventurer was not like those eccentrics but an ordinary young adventurer in dingy armor.
ā€œI’m sorry, sorry. They…Marie and Helga…used me as bait when they were about to loseā€¦ā€
ā€œAh~ā€¦ā€
I could easily imagine the situation happening without being told the end of the story.
ā€œFor now, can you go back on your own?ā€
ā€œOh, yeah. I can manage. I’m sorry. I’ll be sure to thank you later.ā€
ā€œNo, I don’tā€¦ā€
ā€œOh, did that girl beat that, by any chance? That’s quite a feat.ā€
Suddenly, a rather austere uncle with a large sword slung over his shoulder and dressed in a knight’s outfit called out to me. Who was it this time?