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She hadn't prioritized information gathering and leaving the
battlefield.
Allowing Lyu and Aisha to influence her and letting her sense
of justice convince her to provide assistance from the shadows—it
was all a mistake.
She should have escaped, and quickly.
Seeing what lay before her, fighting against her uncooperative
body, Asfi regretted everything.
"This has gotta be some kind of joke…"
"..."
In addition to the black monster, two people still remained up-
right in the forest battlefield.
Aisha and Lyu.
They weren't able to join the battle before the one-sided on-
slaught came to an end. A sense of urgency had overtaken their
faces. The two stood, overwhelmed and unable to budge in its
presence.
All the other monsters were gone. Almost as if they had known
this was going to happen, they had all left the battlefield and dis-
appeared into the east.
...?!
Run away, Asfi silently pleaded.
Get as far away from here as possible! her heart screamed at
the other women.
However, the elf and the Amazonian warrior quietly raised
their weapons, symbolically rejecting Asfi's plea.
The women were surrounded by the bodies of Ganesha Fa-
milia members.
However, they were all still breathing.
Unable to abandon these adventurers on the brink of death to
their fate, Lyu and Aisha pointed their blades at the black mon-
ster.
Asfi gnashed her teeth, feeling powerless.
"...…"
Tension filled the forest air.
Lyu sank low, Aisha's wooden blade whistled, and Asfi reached
for a holster at her waist amid the stinging unease.
Three hearts beat as one.
" Ooo."
Then…
The black monster's first step was the signal.
"!!"
Lyu and Aisha took off at a sprint at the same moment an in-
visible Asfi jumped from her spot in the tree, throwing sharp nee-
dles and Burst Oil at the beast.
The monster easily blocked the three needles that appeared
from thin air with the gauntlet strapped to its arm. The Burst Oil
detonated after an intentional delay a moment later. It wasn't in-
tended to inflict damage. However, the smoke and flames would
interfere with their adversary's vision. Lyu and Aisha circled
around in different directions, charging in from the left and right.
Caught in a speedy pincer attack, the enemy—aimed for Aisha.
"""?!"""
A black shadow broke through the smoke.
The distance between them was reduced to zero with one kick
of its mighty leg and a cloud of dirt. The trio shuddered in fear—
Lyu, the beast gone from her line of sight, Asfi with her aerial
view, and Aisha, the target.
Aisha raised her large wooden sword to defend herself from
the Labrys on a collision course with her face
" ."
Her weapon was utterly destroyed a moment later.
The bones of her fingers cracked on impact. The thick blade
shattered in one blow right in front of her face, and a rain of silver
shards filled Aisha's vision. While the Amazon had successfully
sacrificed the weapon for an opening of her own to attack, she
had no way to block the monster's follow-up.
The enemy wildly swung its right hand, smashing into Aisha
less than a heartbeat later.
" Gahh!"
The enemy's palm connected just above Aisha's left arm, push-
ing her off her feet and launching her backward with a sickening
crack.
The woman collided with a massive tree trunk, slid down to
the ground, and didn't get up.
"Antianeira!"
As if drawn by Lyu's scream, the black shadow wasted no time
turning to face her.
"!"
Lyu needed every ounce of her high-speed reflexes to drop to
the ground in time to avoid an oncoming sweeping blow that de-
fied the laws of inertia.
The Labrys passed just over her head as the elf practically
hugged the forest floor. The wind whipping by in the weapon's
wake was powerful enough to shred her cape, tearing off the hood
along with it. Lyu's delicate facial features were now exposed.
The elvish warrior wasn't about to let this go unpunished,
slashing her wooden sword forward as the enemy passed by—but
it was able to dodge her attack with only a single-legged jump.
"...!!"
Its massive frame hit the ground, sending a tremor through
the battlefield. Lyu rolled away, shaking off her surprise.
The black monster that appeared directly before her was al-
ready locked on to her with the Labrys held high, despite the dis-
tance between them.
—Is it going to throw it?!
It did not.
Going against Lyu's expectation, the enemy drove the double-
bladed ax directly into the ground at its feet.
The crystals, stone, and vegetation exploded into a wave of
projectiles hurtling right for her.
"?!"
Although Lyu managed to get clear of them in time—
"—Geh, agh!"
—she heard several crystals shatter on impact behind her, as
well as a pained scream.
"Wha—?"
Lyu glanced over her shoulder and gawked in surprise.
Asfi was sprawled out on the ground behind her.
Lyu understood in an instant.
The enemy's true target hadn't been her, but Perseus and her
magic item.
Whether it was by smell or a gut feeling, the monster had de-
tected Asfi's general location and sent a spray of projectiles over a
wide area.
Lyu had no way of knowing that she was blocking Asfi's view,
delaying her reaction.
"Andromeda…"
The Hades Head had broken under the hail of crystal shards.
No longer invisible, the beautiful young woman had landed on
her back. The white cape she always wore was now riddled with
holes and stained bloodred. Her silver-rimmed glasses had been
knocked from her face and now lay on the ground some distance
away.
"..."
Lyu stared at Aisha and Asfi in disbelief. Seeing that neither
would be able to rejoin the battle, the elf turned to face forward.
The monster stood before her, a nightmare come to life.
Step, step! The Labrys, splattered with the blood of many ad-
venturers, or perhaps countless monsters, swayed as the beast's
advancing footsteps sent tremors through the floor.
Lyu remained silent, lowering her stance and raising her
weapon.
She faced down the enemy, gripping her wooden sword with
both hands.
The black monster took notice and came to a halt.
Gazing inquisitively into Lyu's stoic, emotionless eyes for a
moment, it quietly raised the Labrys into position.
Lyu confronted the monster alone.
"..."
Having lost her hood in the enemy's attack, her elfish beauty
was exposed to the forest.
Her will to fight was as strong as ever.
Her eyebrows arching high, she stared down the enemy with
the commanding presence and expression of a warrior.
However, the rivers of sweat pouring down her face betrayed
her true state of mind.
It has been quite a while…
The feeling of being at death's door.
Lyu hadn't experienced it since she quit being an adventurer
and washed her hands of the Dungeon.
There was an absolute line between life and death, one that
she had always managed to avoid crossing by the skin of her
teeth.
It was before her again, except it was thicker and more distinct
than she'd ever felt before.
The brief silence stabbed at her ears.
As her racing heart pounded a warning in her ears, she relaxed
her hands around the wooden sword to adjust her grip, then
squeezed it tight.
The next moment…
" OOOOO!!"
"!!"
Lyu and the monster made their moves.
She dropped to all fours to avoid the ax slice that accompanied
the battle cry and thrust the wooden blade forward from below.
That strike missed, but she didn't care. Lyu kept her legs mov-
ing and picked up speed.
Aisha's battle had taught her that trying to block the enemy's
overwhelming strength was not an option. Even the slightest con-
tact had to be avoided at all costs. She ran like the wind, dodging
attacks like a blustery storm. And, with the power of a gale, she
launched her offensive. Lyu poured her entire being into evasion
and counterattacking, utilizing every opportunity to strike the
black monster.
Her opponent's ferocious potential always robbed her of the
first move, forcing Lyu to read and react at all times.
The monster had skill, and it was adapting to and predicting
her attack patterns. It had been the same with a fraction of the
armed monsters as well. For Lyu, that was the most intimidating
factor of all. Dread threatened to overwhelm her with each enemy
strike, but she refused to be afraid. Fear led to defeat and, ulti-
mately, death.
Maintaining low posture in the face of her towering adversary,
she tenaciously bombarded its legs.
"—Uoo."
The monster's eyes widened when it realized Lyu's attacks
were hitting harder, and each blow's precision and speed was
steadily increasing. She could see joy in its expression. This beast
was unlike any other she'd ever encountered.
This monster wasn't interested in massacring people but fight-
ing against them.
That thought crossed her mind. And Lyu was certain she knew
what that meant to their battle. The difference between a mass
murderer and a warrior lay in the latter's insatiable aspiration to
reach new heights and desire to taste victory. Lyu's unhidden, el-
egant features contorted.
And so the battle between an elf, moving fast enough to leave
afterimages in her wake, and a monster's seemingly limitless
strength was about to come to an end in less than a minute.
Lyu had fought at full strength from the start, with no inten-
tion of drawing out the encounter.
Knowing that she was near her limit, the warrior attempted to
finish the battle once and for all.
"HYAAA!"
" !! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
She thrust from the side. Crouching like a wild beast, Lyu
launched herself forward into one of her tried-and-true tech-
niques as the black monster swung the Labrys high above its
head.
The massive ax came crashing down far faster than its oppo-
nent's mad dash.
"?!"
As the ensuing cyclone carried the wooden blade into the air,
the monster's shoulder twitched.
It didn't feel right.
There should have been some slight resistance at the moment
of triumph, but the Labrys had cut through sheer air on its way to
the ground. There was nothing.
Then, a shadow grew over the monster's body in the momen-
tary lull.
—You're mine.
It was Lyu.
She'd leaped into the air from a sprint just before the double-
bladed ax came down.
The first part of her strategy had been to keep her opponent
focused down. She had manipulated its thought process to set up
her own sneak attack.
Lyu played her trump card, an aerial battle.
The moment her enemy was required to adjust from land-
based combat to an attack from above, it opened a fatal window.
Lyu's tactics exceeded the monster's strength and skill.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
Aiming for her stunned adversary, she drew two shortswords
from her waist.
"Twin short swords." She had received them both from a Far
Eastern familia that no longer existed.
Lyu sought to carve out the monster's life, blades flashing.
"—Wha…!"
However—it blocked her.
What stopped Lyu's twin-bladed strike in its tracks was a sin-
gle horn.
The crimson horn grew from its forehead, like a bull's.
It took the twin-bladed attack head-on, staying strong as if it
would never break.
From there, the monster used its neck muscles to fling Lyu's
vulnerable body through the air with incredible force after ab-
sorbing the impact.
"GhAH!"
Crash! Lyu's lean body slammed into a tree, and a boom rever-
berated through the forest.
Gasping for breath as the air was knocked from her lungs, she
saw a black shadow fall over her in an instant as she struggled to
stand.
" !"
The Labrys rose high in front of her eyes, and it was too late to
evade.
Lyu gazed up at the massive black shadow, knowing that she
would die.
" ..."
But just before the ax came down…
Her enemy stopped to look in a completely different direction.
Wide-eyed, Lyu heard it, too—a monstrous howl from the dis-
tance, far deeper in the forest. It was almost as though it was con-
veying a message.
Falling silent, the black monster lowered its ax and began
walking away from Lyu.
Leaving behind the gawking elf, it disappeared into the forest
with footsteps that shook the ground.
"…I have been…spared."
Lyu whispered weakly to herself as the creature disappeared
from sight.
She stared at her trembling hand, unable to clench a fist, be-
fore giving in to her exhaustion and leaning against the tree be-
hind her.
She looked toward the floor's signature blue sky.
Many adventurers lay strewn across the battlefield illuminated
by the crystal light penetrating the forest canopy, but she was the
only one who moved.
"Do I make you that angry, Little Rookie?"
Dix asked him a question amid the ceaseless frenzy.
"They can talk, that's all. Doesn't change the fact that they're
monsters."
"Gh-ah…!"
Bell had taken considerable damage.
While Bell had managed to avoid the cursed spear itself, the
man still had an advantage in battle and inflicted a great deal of
pain. Since the beginning of the skirmish, Bell had received so
many cuts and bruises that it was safe to say he was injured from
head to toe.
However, the boy's eyes were still clear, shining like the sun
without a cloud in the sky.
"What's wrong with killing them in a pool of their own blood?"
"Ghah?!"
"You've been doing it, too, haven't you? Take out some mon-
sters, get some cash. Ain't that the same thing?"
"GAH…?!"
The boy could barely move, and Dix knocked him back with
the shaft of his spear.
Though he could intercept the weapon with his Hestia Knife,
Bell couldn't completely protect himself from the long, diagonal
slashes. His legs, arms, and face had taken more hits than he
could remember.
Dix was just toying with Bell, smacking him around for fun
with a smile.
He wanted nothing more than to see the light leave the boy's
eyes and watch his spirit break. The words were there to twist the
knife for good measure.
"…Even…if…even if that were true…!"
"?"
"Lido, all of those monsters can smile…and laugh…! They can
shed tears, just like us…!"
Bell glared at Dix with his rubellite eyes.
"They can…shake hands…!!"
Bell clenched his right fist, remembering the warmth that he
once felt in that palm.
"…Boy, you're out of your mind," said Dix, his grin deepening.
With his red eyes sparkling behind his goggles, it was almost
as though the man's sadistic spirit had caught fire.
"Now, what to do…"
"UgHA…!"
A solid hit to the top of Bell's shoulder sent him down to one
knee.
Dix looked at the boy, who was supporting himself with his left
hand as he gasped for breath.
"If I remember right…you had a thing for that vouivre, didn't
you?"
Like a switch…
…time came to a screeching halt for Bell once he heard those
words.
"—All right then, I'll show you what's what."
A cruel grin grew across the man's face.
"What are you…?"
"Time for a nap."
A powerful kick caught him right beneath the chin, and Bell
tumbled across the stone floor.
The chuckling man's presence drifted farther away. Trapped in
a swirling, nauseating fog for a moment, the boy bit his lip and
fought his way back to his feet. Then he kicked off the stone floor.
Stumbling, Bell ran deeper into the chamber, where Dix had
disappeared into the darkness.
What greeted his eyes when he got there were several tunnels
fitted with orichalcum doors, as well as a hole in the floor, with
exposed metal beneath the stone, that appeared to be an unfin-
ished passage. As the crazed Xenos howls faded far behind him,
Bell tore through one of the dim hallways.
A single magic-stone lamp lit the way.
Darkness shifted around him.
Pushing through the blackness that shrouded his path like a
veil and nearly tripping over his feet, he made it to the end of the
short stone path and heard:
"—Bell!!"
The dragon girl was shackled to chains that hung from the
ceiling.
"Wiene!!"
Bell's eyes went wide, and he rested his hand on the stone wall
for balance.
There was nothing in this space other than the dried blood
speckling the floor.
With her hands chained together, the girl looked as though she
was about to be sacrificed to an ancient god. Her legs were fet-
tered, too, and her bruised and battered torso resembled Bell's.
Her silver-blue hair shifting, broken scales flaking off her
light- blue skin, Wiene looked up at Bell with tear-filled amber
eyes.
It was a long-awaited reunion. They had finally met again.
But this was wrong, completely wrong.
This place, this situation, this physical and mental suffering
wasn't what they'd wanted. They would never wish for this.
In that fleeting moment, a flood of countless emotions raged
through Bell's heart.
And the one who caused them, the man in goggles, was stand-
ing right next to Wiene.
"Pop quiz, Little Rookie."
Dix grabbed a fistful of the vouivre's silver-blue hair with a
faint grin on his lips.
"Ahh…!"
Wiene squealed in pain as he jerked her head and chin up-
ward.
Furious, Bell was about to howl at him to let her go…
"What would happen if…I tore the jewel from its head?"
" ."
Bell's felt an icy hand around his heart as Dix brushed the gar-
net jewel on the girl's forehead:
A Vouivre's Tear.
The reddish stone was said to be worth more than a man's
wildest dreams. It was a mystic jewel well worthy of the nickname
"Prosperity Stone."
However, the vouivre would turn incredibly violent and vi-
cious the moment it lost the jewel…
"NO!!"
Bell shouted with every fiber of his being.
"N-no, stop! I…I won't be me anymore…!"
"Ha-ha! So you know, do you?"
The boy launched into a dead sprint.
His legs, driven by uncontainable rage, carried him toward
her.
Toward the chained, frightened, shaking Wiene.
It was far—infinitely far. The distance between them felt end-
lessly, hopelessly vast.
Shouting Wiene's name, Bell reached for her.
Her teary amber gaze lifted, as if she were reaching out to him.
"Nice knowing you, beastie."
The man ripped off the garnet jewel with a forceful flick of the
wrist.
" ."
For Bell, time skidded to a halt. Colors turned to black and
white. The world stopped turning.
A trail of light followed the garnet jewel after its violent re-
moval, tracing an arc from the girl's head.
"Aa ."
As the girl's lips formed a fractured cry, she bent backward
and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Her amber irises shrank; her delicate limbs trembled.
" Ah, agh."
Shudder.
One last convulsion surged through her body like a giant wave
before she became eerily still.
The chains binding her rattled as if in fear of what was to
come. Then…
A powerful roar burst free from her throat.
" a, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA?!"
Bell froze in place, in awe of the incredible sound coming from
the girl right in front of him.
The chains rattled and screamed as her body started changing.
A large lump appeared in the girl's light-blue-skinned back before
a massive wing burst free, following its twin into existence.
But that wasn't all. The girl's arms and legs quivered, swelling
with each pulse.
It wasn't stopping. Her transformation was not stopping.
Amid the eerie squelches of flesh, the girl——became a mon-
ster.
"...Wie…ne."
Her chains shattered under the strain, pieces of metal falling
to the floor.
A cloud of dust filled the shaking chamber like smoke around
Bell's broken voice.
"Keh-ha-ha! So that's what happens."
Dix chuckled, clutching the severed garnet jewel as he made a
quick exit.
" aAA."
Bell looked up from his spot, still frozen in place, at the mon-
strous face looking down at him.
The moment those emotionless amber eyes met the boy's gaze
—it howled.
" !!"
And charged.
Two arms took hold of Bell and flung him like a rag doll back
against the stone flooring.
As the walls zipped past him in a furious blur, he heard that
massive body break through the tunnel as he landed on the main
chamber's stone floor.
"Wh-what the hell is that…?" mumbled Gran with his weapon
held high, staring in awe at the thing that appeared at the back of
the chamber.
"It…couldn't be…Is that Wiene…?!" a voice whispered in dis-
belief.
Cornered by the attackers and now wearing black tatters, Fels
leaned against the wall.
Caring little for their surroundings in their frenzy, the rampag-
ing Xenos kept howling as the new shadow slowly rose to its full
height.
"…ah."
Bell, in considerable pain from the hard landing on his back,
gazed up at the massive body standing over him and froze once
again.
It had to be more than seven meders from head to tail.
Her two legs had fused together to form a giant, snakelike
lower body. A pair of ominous ash-colored wings spread outward
from a small upper body in an unsettling asymmetry.
Her long, sickle-like dragon claws were sharp once again, and
wickedly warped scales covered patches of the creature's body. All
that remained of the girl was her silver-blue hair flowing down to
the base of the wings and soft light-blue skin.
As for the head on top of its neck, it looked as though a
dragon's face had been painted over the girl's; its expression was
frozen and its cheeks split. Those hollow eyes were devoid of
pupils, white and bloodshot as if to symbolize her savage trans-
formation.
Only a blackened depression remained in the space that the
garnet jewel, the third eye, had once occupied.
Finally back on his feet, Bell was lost for words, staring up at
Wiene towering three meders over him.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! Why do you look so surprised, Little
Rookie? Everything's exactly how it should be!!"
The man came back into the chamber a moment later, his
laughter ringing in Bell's ears.
He was right.
This was a vouivre.
It matched the lamia-esque type of dragon Bell knew from his
studies.
A dragon—a monster.
"…A, A, A, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The dragon monster's long hair fluttered as it unleashed a
shrill, earsplitting cry.
The sound made his skin crawl, and Bell could only absent-
mindedly stare at the creature and try to keep his balance as its
dragon tail slammed into the stone floor again and again.
The Wiene he knew was gone.
Her innocent smile, her warmth, her tears were all buried be-
neath this monstrous visage.
There was no denying it.
This was a monster, through and through.
"Can you look at this and repeat those pretty words, Little
Rookie? No, no, Bell Cranell!!"
Bell's face twisted as though it were about to split open.
Dix's words echoed in the boy's mind as though evil itself were
speaking to him.
The creature's intimidating frame was nothing like a human's;
its ferocious teeth inspired visions of blood; its wild and savage
howl rang in his ears.
It was inhuman.
It was abominable.
Revulsion and disgust, the emotions that drove people to fight,
were indeed flooding his body.
Dix was not incorrect.
There was nothing wrong with these emotions.
Faced with the dragon monster's true form, Bell was sickened
—nauseous.
"…RUUuuuu…uUuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
"Gah!"
The dragon's tail whipped around, striking Bell as he cowered
in fear before it.
It was like being nailed with a scaly tree trunk, and the boy
skidded across the floor in a trail of dust. The monster's ap-
pendage had caught him in the small of his back, shattering the
glass vials of his potions on impact. Precious healing liquid
leaked from the pouch at his waist.
When he finally came to a stop, Bell was facedown on the
floor, coughing up blood and writhing in pain.
"Now do you get it, Bell Cranell?!" Dix hollered at the boy once
again.
Bell peeled his bleeding body off the floor as the droplets
stained the stone surface red. However, the man's verbal jab was
followed by another.
"Look around! What's in front of you?! What's behind you?!"
In front of Bell…
A ferocious dragon with monstrous instincts.
Behind him…
A swarm of crazed monsters, howling like wild dogs.
He was trapped between violent monsters that would never
see eye to eye with people.
"The things have nearly killed you! Just now and before!"
The vouivre and the lizardman.
As their bloodcurdling howls sounded in his ears and their
bloodthirsty glares stared him down, he had been mere seconds
away from death.
He had been on the receiving end of their strength and mur-
derous intent.
"That's what these monsters are! That's what monsters are!"
Dix mocked.
The truth in his words was irrefutable.
"Open your eyes, Bell Cranell!! Get your ass on the right side!"
The man's joyous laughter echoed from every corner of the
chamber.
Bell's trembling eyes opened wide as the floor darkened with
red blood.
"Ha-ha-ha! Really likes it rough, that Dix."
Watching the scene from a distance like Dix, Gran smiled with
glee. He chose to watch the drama unfold rather than finish off
Fels once and for all.
"Bell Cranell…!" Fels called with agony, desperately trying to
stand.
"…RUUUUuuuuu…UUUUUuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
uuu…!!"
The crazed monster howls, the vouivre's shrill screeches.
Everything sounded distant to Bell's ears.
His eyes shook. Nothing was in focus. He was drowning in
nausea, and his mouth tasted like iron.
Repulsion mixed with the burning pain.
He was surrounded by true monsters.
And Bell—heard a resounding heartbeat.
"Face it, you're only here because you came along for the ride!
Own up to it!"
The man's voice battered Bell as his head drooped.
He was right; one thing had just led to another.
He'd found a strange girl, involved his familia, and gotten
drawn in.
Everything, every single event had just led to the next.
Were all his choices meaningless?
He had gotten swept up in the course of events, unable to
make his own decisions.
So, this was his punishment.
It was time to pay up.
It was time—to give his answer—.
Bell ground his molars, clenched his fists, and willed his body
to stand.
"…UuuU…!"
Bell fixed his gaze—
—directly at the massive, rampaging, flailing vouivre.
"…Ruuu…!"
Normally, a charging vouivre had a one-track mind.
They became extremely aggressive in an attempt to recover the
stolen Vouivre's Tear.
However, this monster showed no interest in the man holding
the garnet jewel, Dix.
"…Bluuuuu…"
It was looking for something more important.
"BELuuuuuuuuuuu…!"
She was searching.
Despite her horrific form, she was searching for Bell.
Even as a monster, she longed for the boy.
Bell clenched his fists even tighter and strode forward.
"…i…ene."
Wiping the blood from his mouth, he forced his injured body
to advance.
"Wiene…!"
He called her name in an unsteady voice.
" Aaa!"
The vouivre swung its massive tail at the boy as he ap-
proached.
As if she were crying out in fear of evil people, in a nightmare
where all her friends were killed.
The tail slammed into the boy.
"Hey, hey! You're gonna die if you don't do something!"
Dix's ridiculing laughter filled the air.
Bell climbed back to his feet and approached the vouivre.
"…Wie…ne."
He was hurled backward.
"Wie…ne."
Slammed to the floor.
"Wie…ne…!"
Even still, Bell approached the rampaging vouivre for a third
time.
"AAAaaa!"
The monster swiped at the battered and bloodied human be-
fore it.
Long, sharp dragon claws flashed. Its left arm came down in a
diagonal slash, colliding with Bell's right shoulder.
" a."
Bell's body sank under the blow, the heavy weight forcing him
down.
But his legs held strong. The stone flooring cracked beneath
his boots.
The dragon claws that struck his shoulder, however, stopped.
Even though they dug into his shoulder muscles, they didn't
penetrate any farther.
Crick, crick, crick! The claws shook; metallic echoes
abounded.
Welf's armor had absorbed the blow, kept the dragon's claws
at bay.
"…I'm…fine."
Bell looked up.
At the dragon monster looking down at him from directly
above.
"…I'm…fine, see?"
Then, Bell smiled.
Bearing with the pain, his eyes tearing up, he smiled with all
his heart.
Like he did when they met.
Just like he did on that day.
" ."
The dragon monster roared.
"I'm…right here…"
Ignoring the fresh wave of blood from his mouth, the boy
reached up with his right hand and embraced the hand digging
into his shoulder.
He wrapped his fingers around her claw, stained with his
blood.
"It's okay, Wiene..."
He pulled her rigid, strange body close.
He embraced the cold body and pressed the inhuman face
against his chest.
" ."
Dix stood, stunned, watching the scene unfold. Gran swal-
lowed, and Fels was lost for words.
Even the monsters that happened to catch a glimpse of him
froze, trembling for a brief moment.
"It's all right…"
He had acknowledged and accepted his own repulsion and dis-
gust, but then he restrained them with a more powerful emotion.
His warm, resounding heartbeat reached the girl who had al-
ways wanted to hear it.
Bell had buried his lips in her silver-blue hair, eyes glistening
with tears, and whispered to her.
"Ah..."
A clear liquid welled in her pupil-less amber eyes, too.
One drop, two drops, and more. Both eyes were overflowing.
Monsters shouldn't know how to cry, and yet this one knew.
"aa…aaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
AAAA!"
The vouivre cried out in fear once again, throwing Bell off.
Her large body thrashed around like a raging storm, and the
girl's spirit and the monster's instincts fought for control amid
flowing tears and lamentation.
"Wiene…!" Bell yelled from his seat on the floor, his face twist-
ing in pain.
Just as he was about to rush to her side and comfort her once
again…
"—Buzzkill."
A red spear attacked from behind.
"?!"
Bell practically threw his body out of its path, whirled around,
and stood up to face the spear-wielding man.
Dix glared at Bell with annoyance, eyes narrowing beneath his
goggles.
"The hell are you doing, boy? Talk about a letdown. You
should've carved that thing up with that knife of yours."
Spraying spit with every word, Dix thrust his spear forward
with one hand.
Bell gasped, drawing the Hestia Knife and deflecting the
spearhead.
"Told you, didn't I? Monsters are monsters!"
"…!"
"What's the point in getting sappy over them?!"
An enraged Dix yelled from between spear strikes, his weapon
a blur.
"What do you owe them? Where's the value in helping these
things?!!"
That instant…
"!!"
Bell's eyes ignited from within.
His wide, rubellite irises locked onto the spear's wicked
curves. What little strength remained surged through him—and
he severed the spearhead.
"Wha—?"
"Anyone is worth saving! Person, monster—it doesn't mat-
ter!!"
The cursed spearhead hit the stone floor with considerable
backspin and rolled away in a cacophony of high-pitched metallic
clangs that faded into the darkness.
His eyes burning with conviction, Bell shouted back at the sur-
prised Dix.
"They want help!!"
That reason was sufficient. The boy readied his divine blade
and howled.
"That's more than enough!!"
Those words, and that will, were no one else's but his own.
The boy's answer and sentiments echoed throughout the
chamber.
"Bell Cranell, you are…" Fels quietly whispered once the boy's
cry reached him.
Something changed among the crazed Xenos at that instant.
For some of them, their shoulders shook; for others, their
chests expanded and contracted.
A certain gargoyle's stone eyes opened wide.
Drops fell from a certain lizardman's reptilian eyes.
"—Boy, you're a hypocrite!!" Dix responded to Bell's declara-
tion. His mouth open wide in a savage smile, Dix began his as-
sault anew. "You're saying you'd save anyone, man or beast?
You'd save everyone and everything?"
"…!!"
"That's impossible! Even punk-ass kids know that! Makes me
wanna puke," the man added with scornful laughter.
Armed with his now curse-less spear and combat knife, he as-
sailed the injured boy with merciless abandon.
"Bell Cranell, you're no rabbit. You're like a bat!! You just flap
around and never land anywhere!"
"?!"
Striking Bell across the cheek with those words, the man flung
a long leg out in a wide arc. He nailed the boy in the chest, kicking
him backward.
"Ugh…!"
"Ahh, so boring…You're just a kid with shit for brains, after
all."
Dix stepped forward, smacking his own shoulder with the
spear shaft as he approached where Bell lay on the floor.
Voicing his complete and utter disappointment, he twirled the
spear.
"Enough of this. Go to hell."
He aimed the beheaded yet still sharp spear point at Bell and
brought it straight down.
But just as the spear was about to run him through…
"Thanks—"
A red-scaled tail flashed into view from behind Dix.
"—Bellucchi."
Lido, holding a longsword high above his head, his red eyes
filled with bloodlust, brought his weapon down with incredible
strength.
"Wh—GAH!"
Dix noticed at the last moment and managed to avoid a direct
hit, but blood still splattered from his back.
The goggled man retreated like an injured beast, snarling in
disbelief at what he saw.
"Y-you bastard!!"
He had been rescued by the lizardman—Bell looked up at Lido
in shock.
Lido's eyes were tinted crimson, proof that he was still under
the curse's influence.
However.
"Well, damn, I'm happy. Really happy…I feel strong and have
no idea why!"
"…?!"
"Who knew people's words…could make you feel so…hot…!"
The burning determination in his heart had provided a solid
foundation to brush aside the curse and reclaim his mind.
Lido clenched his teeth together, nearly cracking them, and
grasped the weapon's hilt with all his might. A monstrous smile
appeared through his tears.
A dam had broken, sending rivers down his reptilian cheeks.
"Sorry, Bellucchi…and thanks."
After apologizing for everything that had happened and offer-
ing words of gratitude, Lido turned to face forward, glaring.
He then unleashed a curse-driven, bloodthirsty monster's roar
directly at Dix.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!"
"!!"
Seeing Lido inspired a second wind for Bell. Drawing every bit
of strength from his muscles, he followed the lizardman into bat-
tle.
Human and monster viciously slashed at the evil hunter, side
by side.
"The hell is this…?! How can you think straight, beast?!" Dix
snapped in annoyance. But he also wavered in fear.
In truth, he was at a great disadvantage.
Bell was badly injured from head to toe, and Lido was still
feeling the effects of the curse. Although neither could fight at full
strength, it was still two against one. Even without his refined
sword techniques, the lizardman still possessed the strength of a
first-tier adventurer—the potential to match Dix blow for blow
was still intact. His Status was considerably weaker while Phobe-
tor Daedalus was active, so Dix couldn't contend with Lido in this
state.
On the other hand, if he reclaimed his full power by dismissing
the curse, all the crazed Xenos would come back to themselves
and immediately turn on Dix and the other hunters.
The man's escape was barred by a foolish hypocrite and one
single Irregular.
"Dix?!"
Gran called out in a panic upon seeing his chief losing ground.
His curse was the only advantage that Ikelos Familia had at
this point. The large man immediately took off toward the back of
the chamber, leading a group of hunters to assist their leader.
" GHAA!"
Just then, a powerful colorless shock wave slammed into the
Amazon's defenseless back.
"I won't let you…!"
"Y-you?!"
Gran and the others whipped around when their Amazonian
ally slammed face-first into the floor. A mage stood before them,
left arm extended and black robe in shambles.
Fuming, the hunters charged Fels all at once. Whoom, whoom,
whoom! Fels's right arm extended as both hands unleashed shock
wave after shock wave.
"Damn it all! You guys, slaughter that mage! The rest of you
lot, come with me to help Dix!"
Gran didn't wait for a response, leaving an animal person and
a dwarf in front of him like a wall and sprinting off in the other
direction. Along the way, he woke up the hunters knocked out
thanks to Fels's avalanche of shock waves with kicks and led the
group around the crazed monsters still trying to tear one another
apart on the battlefield.
However, a heartbeat later…
Shak! Half of Gran's vision went dark as a fleshy sound filled
his ears.
"Ga…aah…?"
It took the large man a moment to realize the left half of his
face had been gouged out by an attack from the side.
Craning his neck and whispering in confusion, he turned his
remaining eye and found a gargoyle, its shoulders rising and
falling with every breath.
"A-GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
"Wh-why—GYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Xenos that should have been under the curse's power were
coming after the hunters in a frenzy.
Gros and the other Xenos who had found a way to resist the
curse's effects, as Lido had, were now descending with murderous
purpose on Gran and the two hunters desperately trying to finish
off Fels.
"SHAAAA!!"
"FHH!!"
" !"
While the tide of battle turned in the chamber, Bell's and
Lido's coordinated attacks were overwhelming Dix.
The lizardman's twin swords swung from the right, and the
boy's knife stabbed from the left.
Seamlessly switching sides, the two alternated strikes and at-
tacked in unison as the man blocked with his spear shaft and in-
tercepted with his knife. The screaming of Gran and the other
hunters in the background made Dix especially uneasy.
The first beads of sweat appeared on the man's ever-arrogant
visage.
Then—he noticed.
" ."
Between Bell's left-handed strikes with the Hestia Knife and
the lizardman's sweeping longsword and scimitar—
—defending against three blades simultaneously, there was
another sound.
Ring, ring.
"—Boy."
The swirling blades had masked a small chime-like melody.
The sound from Bell's fist was growing louder, loud enough to
hear over the vicious battle.
"—Hey!"
White specks of light passed by him, gathering together.
Dix watched the gleam reflected in his goggles—and screamed
as loud as he could.
"—What're you doing, BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?!"
Argonaut.
And a Concurrent Charge during the heat of battle.
After first acquiring the skill in battle with Lido, Bell was now
bringing it to bear while fighting alongside him.
"GURAA!"
"?!"
The brief moment of confusion left Dix open to attack. Lido
took advantage of it, thrusting his scimitar forward.
Although the man dodged the blade by the slimmest of mar-
gins, he lost his balance as Bell closed the distance in the blink of
an eye.
SHWIP! Dix heard Bell's left leg move into point-blank range.
The man's face froze.
After a twenty-second charge…
Bell drove his fist forward, roaring.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-
HHH!!"
BOOM!
" GAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A plasma blast like lightning exploded into Dix's armored
chest.
The devastating blow sent the man careening into black cages
in a far corner of the chamber.
"Hah, gah…!"
Bell grabbed hold of his hand as intense, searing pain rushed
through it the moment Dix was knocked away.
Argonaut's charge had shattered weapons in the past, and with
much less time. The long charge had ruined Bell's fist.
Blood seeped from the torn skin, and with nearly every bone
broken, Bell clenched his teeth as he tried to flex his fingers.
"Ah ."
Meanwhile, the red tint faded from the eyes of Lido and the
other Xenos.
"…Wh-what was I…"
"Gros…! Has the curse lifted?"
Fels looked upon the Xenos with relief as they were released
from Phobetor Daedalus's control.
Standing above the hunters they had wiped out in their invol-
untary frenzy, Gros and the other monsters shook their heads
back and forth, finally calming down.
"You did it, Bellucchi!"
"..."
No, I didn't.
Lido rejoiced as he came back to himself, but Bell was the only
one who knew.
The curse hadn't broken because the caster was defeated.
Dix had dismissed it himself just before impact.
He had no choice but to lift the curse and restore his Status—
return to Level 5 to prevent the unavoidable blow from ending
the battle, which gave him just enough strength to weather Arg-
onaut's power.
"GaHHH! Agh…That HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURTS…!"
Dix cried out in pain from beneath a pile of broken black cage
bars. Bell was still on high alert, and Lido realized it wasn't over.
The two turned to face him.
Bell had put everything he had into the charged punch and in-
flicted a great deal of damage, as Dix was in obvious pain. Curled
up in a trembling ball, the man was coughing up blood periodi-
cally as though the impact had broken every bone in his chest.
Colliding into the mountain of cages hadn't helped matters, and
he was covered in cuts. Blood poured from the open wounds.
"DAMN...! I'LL TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF…!"
Holding the spear shaft like a cane, Dix pried himself out from
the tangle of metal bars, his bloody eyes exposed beneath his
cracked goggles, and roared with hatred as he climbed to his feet.
"That's my line."
"?!"
Lido, who had already closed the gap between them, glared at
Dix with a ferocious aura and brought his weapon down with a
mighty swing.
The man in goggles spun away before it could connect, but
Lido mercilessly pursued him.
"You will pay for everything you've done to my kind!!"
"G-get away from me! Back off!"
Dix had no choice but to jump backward, rolling this way and
that to evade Lido's vicious strikes. Bell spurred his body forward,
fighting through pain and fatigue to save the vouivre who was still
suffering in his periphery.
"St-stop! I'll actually die if you keep this up!"
Dix fought tooth and nail, desperately blocking and evading
Bell's and Lido's attacks.
His arrogant sneer dissipating, the man retreated, and his
stature shrank with each step back.
Slowly, he withdrew into a corner near a row of doors where
Wiene was still howling in pain and said:
"Back off now or—"
Dix suddenly looked up and stood tall, a grin growing on his
lips.
"—I'll break it!"
The two were about to charge once again when the man held
out a single garnet jewel.
""!""
Bell and Lido halted mid-swing.
Wiene's Vouivre's Tear. The one and only key that could put
an end to her pain.
Dix sneered, taking advantage of their momentary lack of bal-
ance by knocking them back with his spear shaft. As he watched
them hit the floor, he hoisted the jewel high above his head.
"Is this that important to you? Fine, then. You can have it!"
Then he flung it straight into the hole in the floor, the tunnel
still under construction.
"!!"
"KEH!"
Bell's and Lido's eyes shot open an instant before they moved.
Lido caught up to the jewel in the blink of an eye, his physical
prowess on display as he flung himself into the hole without any
hesitation.
As the lizardman grabbed hold of the jewel from behind, the
slower Bell managed to dig in his heels and grab hold of Lido's
long tail at the last possible second.
"That worked even better than I hoped!"
Rather than watch the boy desperately try to pull the lizard-
man up from the edge of the hole, Dix instead pointed his finger
at the vouivre.
"Become lost in an endless nightmare."
An ominous wave of red light engulfed Wiene as soon as the
short trigger spell was complete.
"—AAAAAAA!"
"What?!"
The vouivre reeled backward, roaring. Fels, Gros, and the
other Xenos had been rushing to Bell's aid and saw everything
that happened, eyes wide with shock.
"That ought to do it."
Lastly, Dix discarded his broken goggles and exposed the D
marking the side of his left eye.
As it resonated with the door at his side, the entrance jerked
open.
"Go up to the sky."
" ?!"
The rioting vouivre charged through the door and bounded up
the seemingly endless stairwell behind it.
"You! What did you do?!"
"My curse can make people see things as long as it doesn't hit
too many targets. Bell Cranell, that vouivre is chasing 'you' right
now! And that passage connects directly to the surface!"
Dix directed the first half of his statement to Gros before turn-
ing his attention to Bell, who had just pulled Lido safely out of the
hole.
His lips curled into a grin as he imparted the last piece of in-
formation.
"If that monster makes it outside, it won't last long!"
"…?!"
Satisfied with the boy's gasp, Dix used his eye to open another
door.
"Dix Perdix!!"
"Oh! Don't mind me, you've got a beast to catch! Hah! Ha-ha-
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!"
Deftly evading Fels's shock wave, Dix disappeared behind the
portal as his laughter echoed through the passage.
"KUH…!"
Gros took to the air, stone wings extended to their full length
as he charged forward at breakneck speed. But the door slammed
shut just before he could cross the threshold.
With the orichalcum door sealed, pursuing Dix was now physi-
cally impossible.
"—Lido, the jewel!"
"Bellucchi?!"
Bell snatched the garnet jewel from Lido's outstretched hand
and raced up the steep stairwell after Wiene.
His body burning with scorching heat, he chased after the
rampaging vouivre.
"This is bad…Lido, Gros, I leave the rest to you!"
Fearing the exposure of the Xenos, of what would happen if
this monster appeared in a city already in disarray, Fels took off
in pursuit.
The mage raced after Bell and left the Xenos in charge.
"Lido, Gros!"
Rei, accompanied by the second group of Xenos, arrived at the
chamber a moment later.
The red-cap goblin Lett, the harpy Fia, and the others with Rei
couldn't hide their surprise upon seeing their freed comrades and
the silent, motionless bodies of the hunters.
"—! Rei, do you have a key?!"
"What?"
"The enemy leader has escaped deep into the labyrinth! That
one is too dangerous to leave alive!!"
Gros called out from the opposite end of the chamber. Unsure,
Rei turned to face the others.
The harpy and red-cap goblin who had led the siren here
showed her the magic item.
"Rei, there is only one key. We cannot split up and comb the
labyrinth however we wish."
"…Then leave the key for the one yet to arrive."
After a quick exchange with Lett, Gros left the item in the
small monster's possession.
After watching him disappear back down the path they came,
Rei led the remaining monsters to rendezvous with Lido and
Gros.
"Rei, what of the adventurers?"
"We managed to outlast them. As for casualties…I believe
there were none. What about this side?"
"As you can see, our comrades have been freed…However,
Wiene lost her jewel and has gone berserk. Fels and…that boy are
in pursuit."
The new arrivals fell silent upon hearing that Wiene was en
route to the surface. The three leaders quickly shared their
thoughts.
"Our comrades who were captured are at their limit. They
can't move and must rest in a safe place."
"Then we must protect our kin and—"
"We'll chase after Wiene, too."
Gros, Rei, and Lido looked out over their exhausted comrades,
the last of their strength spent while under the effects of the
curse, before eyeing the door to the stairwell that Wiene and Bell
had left through.
The golden siren and ash-stone gargoyle turned toward Lido
after his declaration.
"Should we really leave everything to Bellucchi and Fels? Are
you fine with just being helped? Going to the surface might cause
a huge commotion, but…it's our turn to help Bellucchi and Wiene
if they're in trouble. We need to."
Even with the worst possible outcome in sight, it was time for
them to put their lives on the line to help the boy and what he
held dear.
Gros and Rei stayed silent in the face of Lido's determined
gaze.
"…Plus, we'll get to see the surface we've longed for, won't
we?"
"You fool. At a desperate time like this…"
"Nevertheless, you are going, yes?"
Gros scolded Lido for his attempt at humor, but Rei grinned
beside him, aware of the gargoyle's true feelings.
"I had little hope when I spotted Bell in the forest…Then, once
I heard he rescued one of our own…I'm now filled with joy."
Cheeks flushing pink and smiling, the golden siren Rei stum-
bled her way through the language of the surface dwellers to ex-
press what she felt in her heart.
Other Xenos shared their feelings after hearing what their
leaders had to say.
Roaring and hollering at the top of their lungs, they voiced
their intent to follow.
Keeping his mouth shut, Gros spread his wings after a long
pause.
"…Fels is one thing, but I cannot rely on that boy."
He quickly divided the Xenos into a group that would stay and
a group that would go based on their injuries. Then, a mighty flap
of his wings carried Gros into the air and toward the staircase.
Lido and Rei exchanged smiles before taking off after him.
"So, Gros? Seems there are trustworthy humans after all!"
"…Still no. Worse may yet come to worst…"
"There's just no pleasing you, is there?"
"Gargoyles like Gros are always stubborn as stone."
"Enough!"
Side by side, the three leaders guided the Xenos up the stair-
well.
Elsewhere at that moment…
One man had managed to disappear during the massacre of
Ikelos Familia.
After sliding across the stone floor to avoid the Xenos's atten-
tion, he had tumbled down stone steps.
"Diiiix…Where'd you go? Save meee…Damn those monsters…
They'll pay…"
He clutched a manufactured ingot in his right hand and a sev-
ered crimson spearhead in his left.
The large human had lost the left half of his face, including his
eye. Deliriously mumbling to himself, the man crawled deeper
into the labyrinth.
Red droplets hit the floor, echoing in the air.
One man made his way through Knossos's dark hallways, his
path marked by splotches of blood.
"Agh, burn in hell, ow…!"
His face contorting into a monstrous expression, Dix sup-
ported his bleeding body and vented his anger and frustration by
kicking at a painstakingly carved statue standing at the end of the
hallway.
Dix, able to travel anywhere in Knossos at will thanks to his
"Daedalus Eye," had been on the move ever since he escaped the
main chamber. Having been forced to read the blueprints drawn
in the Daedalus Notebook until it made him sick, he knew these
complex hallways like the back of his hand.
Now he was making his way toward the familia's home, the
underground base where all sorts of healing items were waiting
for him and he could rest.
"All those monsters and that punk-ass boy…! I'll kill them if
it's the last thing I do…!"
Apart from him, Ikelos Familia had been wiped out. Every
Xenos they captured had been taken from them.
Vowing in angry whispers to pay them back tenfold for what
they had done after he found a way out of this mess, Dix glared
with bloodshot eyes into the darkness.
"...?"
Dix came to a sudden halt.
Something seemed different about the labyrinth he had always
called home.
It was as if the air was vibrating, as if the silent tranquility was
trying to warn him, as if he'd wandered into the real Dungeon.
The magic-stone lamps were few and far between, flickering like
candles.
Having passed through several orichalcum doors, Dix had felt
safe in the knowledge that he could never be found. But now as
he continued his escape, a cold chill ran down his spine.
Impossible, it couldn't be, the doors are shut, there's no way—
A piercing gaze was boring right into his back. As his anxious
heartbeat intensified, Dix was running before he knew it.
The pain shooting through his limbs didn't matter. Gasping
for breath, he tried to escape the chill threatening to envelop him.
However, he couldn't gain ground. That was when he noticed the
trail of blood behind him, but hiding it would make no difference.
Whatever was sending the chill through the labyrinth stayed close
as though it was following his scent.
As soon as Dix closed the next door behind him, he heard a
different door open somewhere in the distance. His invisible pur-
suer's shadow was drawing ever closer, driving him into a corner.
"...?!"
Even though he was following the route etched into his mem-
ory, every corner and every wall started looking the same. Fear
and panic seeped in as reality and illusion blended together, dis-
torting his senses.
Daedalus's obsession, this chaotic world of an acclaimed archi-
tect, showed its true face. This man-made labyrinth, capable of
disorienting absolutely anyone, dragged the man into a never-
ending nightmare. Was the pursuer coming from behind or ap-
proaching from the front? Dix couldn't tell anymore.
His confidence was gone.
The comfort of knowing that, no matter what stood in his way,
his curse would allow him to escape had been shattered. That was
how much his situation—this ever-approaching something—had
rattled him. Blaring warning bells dyed his thoughts red.
Dix threw pride and dignity by the wayside and ran.
Then…
" ."
Dix came to a sudden stop.
What he saw directly in front of him, in the middle of a seem-
ingly normal hallway, wouldn't let him continue.
It was a frigid stone passage, so shrouded in darkness that it
was impossible to see the other side.
That darkness rippled.
What emerged made Dix's red eyes glaze over.
It was like a dungeon master who had been residing in the
deepest halls of the labyrinth, waiting for a sacrifice.
A pitch-black monster—a black bull—parted the darkness and
appeared before Dix's eyes.
"…C'mon…You've got to be shitting me."
Dix had made the mistake of getting so caught up in thoughts
of hatred and revenge that he had lost the ability to make calm,
rational decisions.
Like forgetting that the enemy had a key of their own.
But even more than that, his gravest miscalculation was not
learning of this thing's existence.
Huff, huff. Rough breaths bashed against Dix's eardrums.
One step, then another. Stone cracked underfoot as the mon-
ster approached, but his feet wouldn't budge.
Foreboding light reflected off the blood-splattered Labrys,
clutched in the beast's rocklike left hand.
"Where the hell'd you come from, MONSTEEEERRRRRR
?!"
A dark shadow fell over Dix as the man waved his arms and
shrieked in terror.
A heartbeat later—thud!!
That was the end.
Unable to activate his curse, the oncoming guillotine claimed
his life instantly.
The death of the wretched, violent man couldn't have come
soon enough.
The monster walked past the splattered blood and lumps of
crushed flesh, continuing on its way.
It was hastening to join its kind.
As if it was starving for a good fight.
"Bell Cranell!"
A long, large staircase stretched upward as far as the eye could
see. Just stone steps climbing up and up, seemingly into infinity.
Fels had caught up with Bell, black robe flowing, as the boy raced
up the equivalent of seventeen floors of Dungeon stairs.
"Your body is in no condition for this. You're beyond ex-
hausted."
"F-Fels…"
Fels warned Bell, reminding him of the considerable damage
he had suffered during the battle in the large chamber below.
It was true. Since Bell was unable to move how he wanted, Fels
had pulled even with him despite his head start.
"You can keep running, but just wait for a minute."
Fels placed a gloved hand on Bell while the boy gasped for
breath.
"Rod of Asclepius, Asclepius's motherly light. By the power
regeneration, all shall be healed."
The glove's intricate patterns shone like a magic user's staff as
a white magic circle appeared at their feet. It was a perfectly exe-
cuted Concurrent Casting.
Bell watched in surprise as Fels intoned the spell.
"Dia Panacea."
Different-colored spheres of shining light enveloped Bell. He
marveled as the wounds that covered his body disappeared, his
broken fist healed, and even his fatigue vanished into thin air.
"What's this…?"
"Healing magic that alleviates all types of injuries and ail-
ments, similar to an elixir."
The high-level magic had completely restored Bell's body.
"Thank you so much, Fels!"
Bell, filled with vitality once again, spoke a few words of grati-
tude to Fels and picked up speed.
Fels was suddenly trailing behind as the boy hurtled up the
stairwell eight steps at a time like a rabbit.
"Seriously…?!"
At the boy's remarkable agility, the words of the gods and god-
desses escaped Fels. "I can't keep up…!" The mage moaned as
Bell pumped his arms with reckless abandon.
"Wiene…!"
The crack of rock breaking sounded in the distance.
Light shone through from far above, signaling that the mon-
ster had reached the surface.
The setting sun drew near the city wall in the west, telling the citi-
zens of Orario that night would be upon them in a few short
hours.
Hestia Familia had reached the city's southeast block beneath
the still-blue sky and entered Daedalus Street.
"It's no use. There aren't any clues anywhere…"
"It may be aboveground, but this place is more dungeon-like
than the real thing."
"M-Master Welf, I haven't the slightest idea what you're talk-
ing about…"
While the group made their way through the blackened brick
streets, Mikoto scanned their surroundings, Welf scratched his
head, and Haruhime began sweating beneath her kimono as each
spoke in turn.
"Supporter, looks like asking around is a lost cause. Even ru-
mors that sound promising end up contradicting each other."
"Lilly never thought this would go smoothly, but…"
Hestia and Lilly, who had done their best to gather informa-
tion from the locals, exchanged looks.
After parting from Soma Familia, they had come to Daedalus
Street as Zanis had suggested. The group had tried their best to
follow even the faintest of monster shadows, but instead they got
lost in the slum's complicated, intertwining layout.
Stairwells led up and down, connecting to a jumble of houses
and small buildings. Built mostly from bricks, there was no
rhyme or reason to the size or height of any of the clustered struc-
tures. It was as though the familia were trapped in an optical illu-
sion, an infinite maze of roads and stairs within a bounded city.
"I'm sure Bell feels the same way…but I don't have many good
memories of Daedalus Street."
Looking up at the bricks as memories came flooding back,
Hestia narrowed her blue eyes.
Turning the corner onto a different road, the group referred to
an ariadne sign in a red brick wall to check their location before
wandering on.
"—!"
"Hey…What was that?"
Mikoto and Welf were the first to notice something strange.
They turned sharply enough to startle Hestia, and Haruhime's
renart ears stood on end a moment later. Lilly gasped a second
after that.
The goddess's mind raced, trying to figure out why her follow-
ers were suddenly on edge—when a chorus of screams sounded
again in the distance.
"!!"
"Let's move!"
"Yes!"
Just as Hestia figured out what was going on, Welf and Mikoto
led the rest of Hestia Familia in an all-out sprint. The group
fought against the flow to reach the epicenter, bumping shoulders
with panicked, screaming residents as they went by.
Then, once they rounded another corner—
"Whoa…!"
"A monster?!"
A creature resembling a lamia was running amok.
Even in the Labyrinth City, this was unheard of. One of the
buildings adjacent to the wide street was missing a corner, and
rubble was strewn on the ground. The monster's scaly light-blue
skin was littered with stone fragments, proof that it had already
destroyed several walls.
Many citizens had yet to escape from within the thick cloud
blanketing the area.
Of course, the only familia or adventurers on the scene was
Hestia Familia.
"So a monster escaped from the enemy base…? That'd make
sense, wouldn't it?"
"…W-wait, please wait. That's…"
The monster on the ground was shuddering as Welf un-
sheathed his greatsword, while Mikoto raised her long katana,
Kotetsu, and spoke in a trembling voice.
She activated her skill, Yatano Black Crow, the instant she
heard the uproar. So even though she didn't get a good look at it,
she told the group that they had encountered the monster before.
Lilly froze once the monster's face finally appeared from deep
within the smoke cloud, whispering its name with her eyes glued
on its body.
"…A vouivre."
" ?!"
Welf, Mikoto, Haruhime, and Hestia gasped in unison.
Then they saw it.
An unnatural hole—where the garnet jewel should be—in the
forehead.
"It couldn't be…!"
The instant the group understood what had happened to the
vouivre in their sight, the monster made a move.
" !"
Unleashing a shrill howl, it charged right at them.
Welf's and Mikoto's reactions were instantaneous, crossing
greatsword and katana to make a wall and stop its advance. How-
ever…
"Ghwhoooo!"
"Uwah!"
They were knocked aside.
The rampaging vouivre's charge was so powerful that the Level
2 adventurers couldn't hold it back with their blades. Although
they did slow the monster down, Welf and Mikoto crashed
through the walls of nearby buildings, provoking louder screams
from the townspeople.
"Lady Hestia…!"
"Kh…?! Haruhime!"
Hestia, pushed to the side of the street by Lilly, cried out when
she saw the renart collapse right in front of the vouivre.
Though she'd been knocked off her feet by tremors in the
ground and covered in scrapes and scratches, the trembling
Haruhime sat up, eyes open wide as she gazed up at the monster.
"Lady…Wiene…?"
Although they were glowing red, its eyes were amber.
Having spent more time than anyone with the dragon girl, the
renart whispered the name.
Tears built up in her green eyes, seeing what had become of
her friend.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The transformed dragon girl whipped its long body forward as
if pursuing an apparition.
Haruhime couldn't move as the dragon whipped its tail, thick
as a dwarf's chest, directly at her. "Lady Haruhime!" Mikoto
screamed. The rest of the familia called out to her, their voices
echoing through the street, when suddenly…
"—Wiene!!"
Bell burst onto the scene like a gust of wind, his legs a blur.
"Bell!!"
Emerging from the hole Wiene had left behind, the boy threw
himself onto the dragon's tail and slammed his armored forearm
into its side to alter the trajectory. The tail swiped over
Haruhime's head, hitting empty air.
The boy heard his familia's cries of surprise and delight as he
stood with the renart at his back.
"Master Bell…!"
"Miss Haruhime, please get back!"
Bell winced as though Haruhime's teary-eyed, sorrowful voice
had physically cut him, and he yelled back at her.
Mikoto came in to support the girl who couldn't move on her
own and dragged her back to the rest of the group.
I prevented the worst from happening, but…!
Bell had followed Wiene's path of destruction through the
Labyrinth City after emerging from one of Knossos's hidden en-
trances and caught up with her in the dungeon town.
However, a great deal of people had already laid eyes on
Wiene. His palms broke out in a sweat at the sight of so many on-
lookers.
Now what? What should I do?
No—the garnet jewel had to be returned to her first. Stopping
the rampage took priority.
Wiene was regaining her stance, recovering from the sudden
attack as Bell stood tall in front of her.
—That was when it happened.
A gleam of light flashed down from the sky.
" ."
From behind, over Bell's head…
It appeared from the corner of his eye—a long spear tipped
with a golden blade—piercing Wiene's left hand like a lightning
bolt.
"a AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
The spear's incredible momentum sent her careening hand-
first through a nearby building.
Wiene cried out as the spear drove deep into the ground, effec-
tively pinning her to the spot.
The sudden change of events caught Bell off guard, and his
mind went blank for an instant.
He forgot to breathe as his brain processed what just hap-
pened.
More than likely, someone with incredible Strength had
thrown that spear from behind him.
"—So that's what's been causing all the noise, I take it?"
Bell heard it, a voice from far away.
Then cheers erupted.
" !!"
"YES, WE'RE SAVED!"
"ADVENTURERS!!"
Those voices, that elation, the excitement.
They all spoke of the ones who had appeared behind Bell.
Hestia and the rest of the familia's silence further implied
what had arrived.
Bell heard his heart pounding.
Warning bells blared so hard in his ears that he couldn't see
straight.
Dong! Dong!! DONG!! Bell slowly turned around as the in-
creasingly insistent ringing drowned out the world around him.
"..."
The first thing he saw was a blond-haired, golden-eyed knight
with a saber in hand.
"It looks as though the residents have not sustained any casu-
alties as of yet."
"What's this? Looks like somebody got here before us?"
"Wait a sec, isn't that…?"
"It's Argonaut!"
"That rabbit-kid again…"
The next people to enter his line of sight were a high elf carry-
ing a long staff; a dwarf with a large battle-ax over his shoulder;
twin Amazons wielding Kukri knives and a long, double-bladed
sword; and a werewolf equipped with metal boots.
"A vouivre…Think there's any connection with the earlier
sighting of that 'winged monster'?"
The last was the one who had thrown the spear, a prum.
Standing atop a cluster of buildings and looking down over
Bell and Wiene were Orario's strongest adventurers.
"Braver" Finn Deimne.
"Nine Hell" Riveria Ljos Alf.
"Elgarm" Gareth Landrock.
"Amazon" Tiona Hyrute.
"Jormungand" Tione Hyrute.
"Vanargand" Bete Loga.
And "Sword Princess" Aiz Wallenstein.
After their latest expedition, every single one of the leaders
had reached Level 6.
They had pulled even with their rival familia as heroes at the
forefront of the Labyrinth City who would be talked about for
generations to come.
Orario's strongest familia, Loki Familia.
"Is that monster connected with what happened on the eigh-
teenth floor? Those look like shackles, but is there any armor?"
"I cannot be certain about that…but the Guild may have
planned for this possibility when ordering all familias to stand
by."
"Tsk, a heads-up would've been nice."
For Bell, time froze as the conversation among one of the
Amazons, the high elf, and the werewolf passed through his ears.
It didn't make sense. They were too early.
This was Labyrinth City's Daedalus Street. Even if they raced
here once the commotion started, they would have needed more
time. The fact that other adventurers had yet to arrive proved it.
Could it be—they saw it coming?
They had watched the events unfold and analyzed the possibil-
ities when they were ordered to wait on the surface?
Bell locked his trembling gaze on the prum, who was calmly
surveying the battlefield from above.
"Captain, what about the monster…?"
"The stone in its forehead is missing. Dispose of it immedi-
ately."
There was only one reason why they'd be here.
To exterminate any monster that appeared in the city.
The streets were inundated with cheers as though their tri-
umph had rescued the city from the chaos befalling it.
Bell nearly staggered under the sound. The members of Hestia
Familia turned pale as the noise washed over them.
Those adventurers stood as beacons of hope for the townspeo-
ple, having always admired their strength.
But for Bell, they looked like the apocalypse.
"Oh, come on. Why'd Loki's brats have to show up?"
On top of a brick tower, one of the highest points in Daedalus
Street…
Ikelos and Hermes were quick to notice the disturbance from
their vantage point overlooking the dungeon town, and they
watched the events unfold.
"Just when things were getting interesting…Well, that about
wraps it up."
"…Sure does."
The two deities watched Loki Familia's second-tier and below
adventurers file in behind Aiz down on street level. Ikelos
slumped, bored now that Orario's strongest familia would put an
end to this.
"Practically all my brats bit the dust…So much for loose ends."
Ikelos turned to Hermes, sarcastically congratulating him with
a weak smile. However, Hermes was silent, his cool gaze focused
on the boy's face in profile.
—Miss…Aiz.
Amid the burning unease…
Bell looked up, meeting Aiz's gaze as she looked down on him.
The boy's idol was focused solely on him.
Her golden eyes were inquisitive, as if asking, Why are you
there?
Uh, ahh…
A certain man's words came to life in the back of his mind.
Hypocrite.
Dix scornfully laughing at Bell's foolish decision.
That hollow laughter ringing in his ears asked another ques-
tion:
"So, what are you going to do now, boy?"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAaa…?!"
The vouivre screamed in pain.
The spear had penetrated deep into the ground, literally pin-
ning the dragon girl down.
Bell's thoughts clouded, and his vision pulsed.
He stood in no-man's-land, directly between the two sides.
Forward or backward? Advance or retreat?
Idol and monster, allies and scales, hero and villain, grandfa-
ther and girl, apology and repentance, promise and betrayal, gen-
uine and fake, the fork in the road and the choice. Decide, decide,
decide.
The image burned in his heart: the girl's smile and tears.
Her outstretched hand, her warmth, that promise he made,
swearing to protect her…
All his thoughts blended together harmoniously, stirring Bell's
heart.
Eternity condensed into a single moment.
Bell.
Bell.
Bell—.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooo...?"
The townspeople's cheers began to die down.
Instead, a swirling vortex of confused anger took their place.
Lower-ranking adventurers craned their necks to see what was
happening, and suspicion similarly darkened their expressions.
An eerie silence had overwhelmed the ruckus in the dungeon
town.
"Hah?"
The werewolf frowned at what he saw.
"Hey…What's with that?"
"Little Argonaut…?"
The Amazonian twins were stunned.
"Am I seeing that right?"
"Finn…"
"…What's he got in mind?"
The dwarf, high elf, and prum coldly narrowed their eyes.
" ."
As for the girl the boy idolized, her golden eyes shook with dis-
belief.
"...!!"
Bell was facing them.
His back was to the monster writhing in pain as he blocked the
people trying to dispose of it.
As if he was protecting the monster and defending it from the
adventurers.
Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, his breathing was
ragged, and his face was pale as a ghost.
He raised his black knife in a reverse grip, prepared to stand in
their way.
Don't be stupid…!
Lilly, Welf, Mikoto, and Haruhime were lost for words.
Hestia's eyes opened as wide as they would go.
"…!!"
The same was true for the gargoyle Gros, who was watching
from a distance.
"What you think you're doing, Bellucchi…?"
Lido and the other Xenos had stayed out of sight by approach-
ing through the backstreets, and now they stood overlooking the
standoff. Even Fels, who had reunited with them, was in shock.
"—Hee, HEE-HEE! EEHEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE-
HEE…!"
It was Ikelos.
Watching everything below, his shoulders convulsed with joy-
ous glee.
"Would you look at that, Hermes?! This is hilarious!"
The deity roared with laughter, and his sparkling navy-blue
hair swished back and forth.
"I thought they were all cheeky brats nowadays…but it looks
like there's still some crazy ones left!"
Standing next to Ikelos, whose body was hunched over with
nonstop laughter…
…Hermes's lips silently curved into a distant, almost lonely
smile.
"You really are a foolish one…"
The townspeople, adventurers, monster, and deities all fo-
cused on one point.
The lone boy who had hurled himself into ruin.
Bell, who had challenged Loki Familia to save a monster girl.