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CHAPTER 2
DIVERGING STRANDS, INTERSECTING
PLANS
After saying good-bye to Syr, I head back alone toward the spot where I left
the goddess.
Here again, everyone I pass on the street is emanating hostility. Syr may
have cheered me up, but this just isn't the kind of thing you get used to.
I hurry along, my eyes on the ground.
"Bell Cranell."
Someone is calling my name. I've been mocked plenty, but so far no one
has tried to stop me on the street. I halt in my tracks, surprised.
When I turn around, I see…
"—!! Mr.…Finn?"
It's the golden-haired prum.
Wearing armor and carrying a long spear, Loki Familia's captain is
staring at me.
"Only a knife for self-defense, eh…? That's pretty light weaponry you
have there, given your current predicament."
My heart skips a beat at his comment, which he delivers with a smile that
crinkles his blue eyes.
I am wearing no armor whatsoever, because I know the Xenos are not
dangerous. But the other adventurers wouldn't understand that. Given how
careless I must appear to everyone around me, I wonder what Finn is
thinking.
It's not that I didn't have time to properly prepare—I was just being
stupid. I'm wincing at my blunder, but Finn continues as if nothing is wrong.
"You're by yourself, I see. I'm glad, because I wanted to talk to you in
private about something."
I, along with the demi-humans who have been watching our encounter,
start in surprise.
The next moment, they're giving me strange looks. Some even direct
critical gazes at Finn, but the upper-class adventurer just smiles at me.
But…is it wrong that I'm steeling myself against that outwardly friendly
smile?
"What do you say?" he asks.
"…Oh, uh, okay," I answer in a voice that's stiffer than I intended.
The look in those blue eyes makes me feel like "no" isn't an option.
I follow the prum's small figure as he searches for a place free of
passersby. Eventually we arrive at a blind alley that seems to be some kind of
storage area piled with wooden boxes and barrels.
"…"
We've been in a similar situation before. Last time, the prum captain
asked for my advice about his marriage proposal. This time, things are
completely different.
Why would he want to talk to someone like me who treated him like an
enemy?
As if guessing my thoughts, Finn faces me and begins to speak.
"I intend to turn a blind eye to what you did that day. The priority now is
resolving the current situation. I want to have a productive conversation," he
says, looking up into my surprised face.
"A conversation…?"
"Yes. You know something about those armed monsters that we don't
know, right? To take it a bit further, I'd guess you know everything about the
recent incident."
I feel like the point of his spear has skewered me through the heart.
Finn Deimne, Braver. Aside from his fighting ability, he is famous for his
levelheaded leadership abilities even when facing the Irregulars of the
Dungeon's depths—in other words, for his sharp mind.
Just how much of the truth has he discerned already? What does he know,
and what information does he want? Is he an enemy, or might he be an ally?
My wildly beating heart prevents me from thinking clearly. Flustered, I
stare at him.
"I consider what happened the other day to have been a small
misunderstanding. If we'd been sharing information, things probably would
have gone differently."
I rub my right hand over my chest. Finn is right that there might have
been a wiser way to approach that situation. If I had told the members of Loki
Familia everything during our encounter, the outcome might have been
different.
But the instant I decided to rescue Wiene, my body moved of its own
accord. Instinct is the only word for it.
And no matter what anyone says, I'm certain Finn was the one who
butchered her during her rampage.
Mercilessly, deaf to any pleas.
When I saw those blue eyes looking down on us from the roof as he threw
his long spear, I immediately discarded the option of negotiating.
As a captain, Finn is a different breed. Even more of a realist than Lilly,
he is able to objectively assess any situation and arrive at a decision without
letting his personal feelings get in the way. He weighs his options neutrally,
ruthlessly, and cruelly.
If it was in the interest of a greater cause, he'd discard me without a
second thought.
"Plus, things are different now," Finn says.
He's right. Things are different now.
There is no out-of-control Wiene. No imminent threat to ordinary
civilians. We have no reason to oppose each other. Putting aside the rest of
Loki Familia, if only Finn would show me in some way that he understands
the Xenos…
I'm beginning to realize that Finn holds complete control over our current
conversation. Still, I trust him, and I'm wavering over whether or not to open
up about the Xenos.
"Bell Cranell. If you know something, I want you to tell me."
"I, uh…"
If I can ask for his cooperation…wouldn't it be okay to tell him?
My lips that have been sealed shut begin to crack open…when we are
suddenly interrupted.
"Hey, Bell! What a coincidence!"
""!""
The cheerful voice echoes down the blind alley.
"Lord Hermes…?"
"Yes, yes indeed, it is I, Hermes. What are you up to back here? Lost,
perhaps? Or maybe young Bell is out collecting information in Daedalus
Street as well?"
Wearing his winged traveling cap, Hermes approaches us with a sprightly
step.
"Oh ho, Braver. Were you two in the middle of something?" he says, as if
he's just noticed Finn hiding in my shadow.
"…No, no, we're just finishing up, God Hermes," Finn answers, searching
the god's smiling face.
After a moment, he sighs as if he's given up on something and starts to
walk away.
I feel flustered as he passes in front of me. As he leaves, he looks toward
me.
"Bell Cranell. Do you have the key?"
"…?"
At first, I don't understand what Finn means. But an instant later, I shiver
in surprise.
The key…Does he mean the Orb of Knossos?
An image of the magic item floats before my eyes. As I think of the ball
inscribed with the glyph D—which I don't have access to at the moment—
my expression grows tense. Finn smiles at me.
"Never mind if you don't know about it. Forget I said anything," he says,
and walks out of the alley.
I watch his small form disappear into the tangle of streets, then turn to
Hermes.
"Lord Hermes, what are you doing he—?"
"Bell."
Before I can finish my question, he puts a hand on my shoulder and brings
his face close to mine.
"It would be best if you didn't tell Loki Familia about the Xenos."
"!"
I am doubly surprised, first by the word Xenos coming out of his mouth
and second by the nature of his advice. He continues in a low voice.
"Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say it won't make a difference
even if you do tell them. Even if they know the Xenos are intelligent, in the
end Loki Familia will inevitably choose to annihilate them."
"…!"
"And even if they ask for your cooperation, I suspect they'll just end up
using you."
He continues with a firm voice and a serious face.
"On this one point, you will not see eye to eye with the Loki Familia
Braver commands. I'd be willing to bet on it."
I gulp at the god's declaration.
Having said what he needed to say, he steps back and smiles kindly if
ambiguously.
"You know, I've been involved in the Xenos incident myself, at
Ouranos's request," Hermes says.
"…! At Ouranos's request?"
"Yes. I'm trying to track down where the Xenos have gone."
My shock does not subside. Hermes seems to be showing all his cards.
"At the moment, Asfi and the others haven't been able to track them down
—though I've heard they were spotted in the sewers. The downfall of the
Sage, I suppose you could say."
The downfall of the Sage…How can I question Hermes when he even
knows about Fels? I decide that he must share my knowledge of the situation.
"But when…?"
"For quite a while. I think I knew about the Xenos before you did. We've
been acting quietly behind the scenes up until now."
"So, then…What did your familia do when they found out about the
talking monsters?"
"As you might guess, some were quite shaken by it. But now, they
consider it part of their work. As long as they profess to be neutral, the word
of the client is absolute. More than anything, though, it's because their leader
—me—is a certain type of guy."
As I stand before the foolishly grinning Hermes, I imagine Asfi letting out
an exhausted sigh. I can't help a tight-lipped smile myself.
"We're working independently, but you can consider us allies," says the
still-smiling god with a wink.
At the word allies, a sense of extreme relief washes over me. I suppose
it's a sign of just how far I've been backed into a corner…
"Oh, Beeeeell!"
The goddess is calling me.
"You're all the way back here, are you? You never came back, so I had to
go looking for you. Was everything all right?"
"Uh…Sorry, Goddess. I'm fine."
"Oh, what a relief. I was worried…but why is Hermes here?"
The relieved goddess, who has walked up to us, looks at Hermes
quizzically.
"Ha-ha-ha! So sorry, Hestia, I was just borrowing young Bell for a
moment to have a conversation." He laughs as if he was just joking around.
"Well, I'll let you take over the role of guard. Hestia, keep him safe!" he says
and walks off.
"…Bell, what were you talking with Hermes about?"
"Well…"
As I explain our conversation, the goddess strokes her chin.
"I'd heard that Hermes and his familia had received a request from
Ouranos, but…"
"Oh really?"
"Yes. So I guess they've been working to help the Xenos…"
The goddess's words trail off, and she looks in the direction that Hermes
disappeared. She appears to be suspicious of the god for not even trying to
have a proper discussion with her. I follow her gaze, myself.
As we stand there, a single bead of water falls onto my shoulder.
An instant later, the blanket of clouds covering the city bursts into the
sound of rain.
The droplets begin descending, each to its own destination, changing
shape as it falls.
"Ugh, rain again…"
The werewolf Bete snorted and shook his head at the patter of raindrops.
"If only it hadn't rained after the commotion, the animal people might
have been able to use their noses to find the monsters by now," said the
Amazon Tione.
"This damn rain has totally washed away the scent…Shit," Bete replied.
"Werewolves are always useless just when you need them most."
"We're better than Amazons, who just stand around doing nothing."
""What did you say?""
At their encampment in the Labyrinth District, members of Loki Familia
paused for a moment as the downpour began. The faction's leaders were
gathered there for a meeting.
The dwarf Gareth sighed at Tione and Bete, who were glaring at each
other with unveiled irritation. Next to them, Tione's sister, Tiona, was
flopped down on the stone pavement with arms and legs outstretched,
soaking in the shower.
"What's with you, Tiona? Are you worn out or something?"
"I'm not worn out, but my hands and arms are killin' me from banging on
that adamantite wall for so long. Then, as soon as we dug through it, we got
ordered to fill it in again! Finn's a real slave driver."
"That's just the kind of situation we're in. Put up with it," Finn said. He
had returned to the encampment just as Tiona was waving around her red
hands and complaining about him.
"How did it go, Finn? Were you able to talk to Bell Cranell?" asked
Riveria, who had been waiting for him.
"Yeah. We met, but we were interrupted before we finished," he
answered, walking into one of the tents that had been set up.
"He wouldn't say anything…but I'm fairly certain he's hiding something.
He knew about Knossos, although he doesn't seem to have the key."
The question-and-answer session may have ended unsuccessfully, but
Finn had been watching Bell carefully, and now he spoke with confidence.
Unlike the still-green captain of Hestia Familia, the prum was able to make
off with quite a bit of information after even a short exchange.
"There's no question he's at the center of this mess," he declared,
addressing the faction leaders gathered in the tent.
"…"
The golden-haired, golden-eyed Sword Princess Aiz responded with stony
silence to the words of her leader.
"So…" Riveria said.
"Yes," Finn answered with a nod as the others looked on intently. "As we
planned, please watch Bell Cranell's movements."
"The Xenos, and then Knossos…"
Outside the windows, rain veiled the street. The Amazon Aisha glanced at
the unceasing downpour before returning her gaze to inside the room.
"So you're saying the mess with those two things forms the crux of the
events that took place four days ago?" the elf Lyu asked.
"Yes, exactly," answered the human Asfi, her aqua-blue hair shimmering
as she nodded.
The three women were alone in an outbuilding of The Benevolent
Mistress that served as Lyu's room. Asfi had arrived with Aisha in tow,
saying she had something to talk to Lyu about. Since Lyu didn't have any
customers needing her attention at the moment, she had asked permission of
Mia, then led them to the room where they currently sat. Asfi had begun by
telling the other two about the events on the eighteenth floor that instigated
the disturbance.
"But what about those circles under your eyes…Are you okay?" Aisha
asked her, noting the impressively large, dark puffs.
"…I'm fine. It's just that our selfish deity is always driving me so hard.
He's even doing it right now! Don't worry, Aisha, you'll get used to it," Asfi
replied, a nihilistic smile momentarily spoiling her beautiful face. Uneasy at
her exhausted appearance, Aisha backed away slightly.
Lyu had been observing their exchange.
"So why are you telling us this now?" she asked in order to move the
conversation along, looking grave.
"Hermes is making unreasonable demands again…Ahem, in any case, he
wants to calm down the current situation, but he doesn't have enough people
to do it. He wants your help."
"Why didn't he tell us everything during the mission?" Aisha said with a
mixture of disgust and dissatisfaction. Asfi's reply was straightforward.
"With regards to the Xenos, he just decided that was extraneous
information. At the time, the monsters were wild with rage, and even the
clients were unable to control them or figure out what was going on. Even if
a confrontation was inevitable, the clients didn't want anyone to be killed
because knowledge of the creatures had distracted them. As for the latter…
We only found out about it after the incident."
After all, the second entrance to the Dungeon was the product of
Daedalus's obsessive determination.
As Asfi discussed Knossos, Aisha and Lyu listened silently. They both
seemed at the very least shocked by this news of talking, intelligent monsters.
Aisha, however, frankly expressed her feelings—which were in line with the
aversion to monsters latent in all humans.
"…Those Xenos—is that what you called them? They may be able to talk
and they may be intelligent, but I still can't understand why someone would
save a monster. They're not the kind of creature a person wants to empathize
with…especially ones like that black minotaur," she spat out provocatively.
Aisha rubbed her left arm and her ribs. Although she was fully recovered
now, the bones in her arm had been pulverized in the incident, and her ribs
had also been broken. She narrowed her eyes sharply. They revealed no terror
of the glossy black creature that had dealt her a crushing defeat, only anger
and humiliation.
"…It is the desire of the clients, who are also our source of information,
that we aid the Xenos. As long as you are a member of Lord Hermes's
familia, please comply without a fuss."
"I'm not a very quick study, you know, and if I don't like something, I
just may throw a fit. And by the way, who are these 'clients' you keep
mentioning?"
"Let's just say they are part of the Guild," Asfi replied to the rebellious
Aisha. She squeezed one eye shut as she spoke, her head aching.
"By the way, these monsters that we're talking about…Bell Cranell has
also taken pity on them," she added.
"…Ah, I see," Aisha said, tugging at her long black hair as if Bell's name
had led her to a realization. The reason for his ejection from the mission team
and his actions on Daedalus Street all suddenly made sense.
"Understood. I'll do as you say," she said with a sigh. The Amazon still
felt she had not repaid her debt to the boy.
Asfi stepped closer to Lyu, who had been absorbed in silent thought.
"Leon, I have a bargain to make with you."
"…"
"If you cooperate with us, we will give you information on the remnants
of the Evils."
"!"
"It seems the last dregs have been hiding out in Knossos. As soon as the
current situation is resolved, we'll search the Dungeon and collect the
information you want."
"…Can you really do that?"
"Sooner or later, Lord Hermes will order a survey. I assure you we will do
it," Asfi answered, pushing her silver glasses up with one finger.
Lyu considered her offer, then nodded quietly. She believed Perseus.
Asfi looked hard at Lyu and Aisha.
"I will provide detailed instructions very soon. For the time being, please
wait."
"—Yes indeed, I am Ganesha!"
The god in the elephant mask struck a bizarre heroic pose as he made this
announcement.
"I know that, Ganesha," replied Shakti Varma, sounding fully accustomed
to her god's eccentric behavior. The beautiful indigo-haired woman was
sitting up in bed in a room in Ganesha Familia's home, known as Iam
Ganesha. She took the basket of fruit her god was holding out to her in his
chosen pose and placed it on the sideboard.
"How are you feeling, Shakti?! I've come to check on you!"
"I'm already fully recovered. I believe you know that, Ganesha."
Shakti had been spending her time in this room ever since the recent string
of incidents. She had been seriously injured during the mission to the
eighteenth floor and was still recuperating.
Or at least, that was what she had told the others.
"I can move just fine. Why don't you tell me why you're keeping me in
this place for days on end?" she continued.
"Because all you've been doing lately is working! I don't want people to
think my familia is some kind of labor camp. So this time, I thought you'd
better do some extreme recuperating—"
"Ganesha," Shakti said, interrupting her leader's peculiar words.
At the captain's quiet voice, Ganesha dropped his joking attitude.
"…I felt like you needed some time to sort things out. Especially after I
told you about the Xenos," he said.
Shakti was one of the few familia members he had told about the Xenos.
When the Guild ordered her to tame the monsters during the mission, too, she
had obeyed only after taking into consideration the divine will of her god.
Ganesha sat down on a chair and looked Shakti in the eye.
"I'm sorry."
He placed his hands on his knees and bowed deeply.
"I made an unreasonable request, and it's been a burden on you."
Shakti shook her head.
"Ganesha, don't apologize. We were the ones who fell short. We were
unable to stop the monsters when they were out of control."
Ganesha raised his head and looked at her from the depths of the elephant
mask.
"What did you feel when you faced the Xenos?"
"…Fierce anger, and also sympathy," Shakti explained frankly, returning
Ganesha's gaze. "After I heard Ikelos Familia was capturing monsters and
selling them off, I understood it very clearly—the nature of that unfamiliar
sympathy I had felt in the midst of trying to tame them, I mean."
"…"
"Those monsters are capable of rage over what's done to their brethren…
just like us, like people."
Perhaps it was her long experience as a tamer that allowed her to
understand the monsters' feelings and sympathize with them.
Shakti looked out the window into the rain.
"Ganesha, you were right that I needed time to sort things out. I'm upset
right now. About the very existence of such monsters. And then the fact that
when Ilta and her group learned about it, too, they faltered over what to do…
That moment of hesitation cost our friends their lives…It scares me."
She accepted Ganesha's attitude of friendship toward the Xenos, but still,
she was frightened. She was right to be at a loss.
Should they abandon the Xenos or save them?
If she were forced to choose, she would of course pick the former. She
was not a fool.
Ganesha had been quietly watching the faint reflection of his familia
member in the mirror as she lowered her eyes. Now he spoke.
"The road to Neo Ganesha, mastery of man and monster, is a difficult
one."
"…What are you talking about?"
Her serious reflections were abruptly interrupted by an absurd phrase
she'd never heard before, Shakti turned toward Ganesha as if she had just
woken from a dream.
His mind elsewhere, he continued in a solemn voice.
"I am still Ganesha, man of the people."
Shakti widened her eyes.
"I regret doing this to Ouranos, but at the moment, the safety of the
children is the absolute priority."
"Ganesha…"
"We will no longer participate in the search for the Xenos. Instead, if
violence erupts between them and the adventurers, we will protect the
civilians. We will protect the smiles of the children."
Ganesha rose from his chair, walked over to Shakti, and looked down at
her as if to ask whether she was ready to go. She nodded energetically and
stood up from the bed.
"We'll increase the number of people working security to cover the whole
city. I will join them as well! I will dispel their worries with my happy-go-
lucky appearance!" Ganesha exclaimed.
"No, Ganesha, we'll be fine without you. Ilta and her group are still at
home, right?"
"Yes. When I left them to their own devices, they very proudly announced
they were going out to chase the Xenos again! I told them, 'Since Shakti is
resting, you guys rest, too!' I said if they broke their promise, I'd magically
remodel our home again!"
"So that's why they've been so quiet…"
Shakti and Ganesha left the room and walked around the home shaped
like a giant, peculiar elephant. As they checked to make sure the familia's
core force were all present, including the first-tier adventurer Ilta, they
discussed their next moves.
Suddenly, Ganesha lifted his head and gazed out the window of the
hallway they were walking down.
"What concerns me is how the other gods and goddesses are taking the
current situation," he said.
"Do you think the other deities are aware of the Xenos?"
Miach turned his back to the rain outside the window as he addressed
Hephaistos and Takemikazuchi.
The three were in Hephaistos Familia's weaponry store on Northwest
Main Street. Leaving the information-collecting to their familia members,
Miach and Takemikazuchi had come to see Hephaistos in her third-floor
office.
"Perhaps not clearly…I don't think they've realized yet that these are
monsters with intellect. But they do sense that they are out of the ordinary…"
"Or rather, they're expecting to find something different about them…"
The three gods had learned about Wiene, along with the main events of
the past week, from their friend Hestia. Now all three were frowning and
speaking in concerned voices to differing degrees.
"What if they do learn about the Xenos?"
"If you think about it in terms of who's currently in Orario…"
"Not many of the deities are as inflexible as Ares, but then again not many
are moderates like Hestia, either. I'm thinking twenty percent will call for
expelling them, ten percent for protecting them, and the other seventy will stir
up trouble," Miach said.
Takemikazuchi and Hephaistos continued to frown.
"Who knows what they'll do in pursuit of their personal entertainment.
There's a high likelihood that things will spiral out of control. It may be best
to conceal as much information about the Xenos as we can…"
"I see…You're saying it would only invite unnecessary chaos."
The implication was that very few deities in Orario actually acted the part
—although these three didn't go so far as to claim they were model gods,
either.
"Damn," Hephaistos grumbled as she rubbed her eye patch. Next to her,
Takemikazuchi slumped wearily, and Miach sighed.
"Bell is a source for worry these days, too. To have gone and acted that
flagrantly…I'm sure the other gods know he knows something, and they're
watching him," Miach fretted. The other two deities shared his concerned
expression.
"Probably so…"
"It's a bad situation…"
The red-haired, red-eyed Hephaistos pushed aside her bangs.
"I'll be honest with you. I'm reluctant to come down on the side of saving
the Xenos," she said, abruptly changing the mood in the room.
"Hey now, what are you saying?"
"Admit it, I'm right. Knowing Hestia's personality as I do, I can
understand how she couldn't leave that orphaned vouivre to die. But as long
as they're on the surface, the Xenos are a poison, plain and simple. At this
very moment, they're doing nothing but causing chaos, right?"
"That's—"
"Come on, Takemikazuchi, you haven't talked to your followers about the
Xenos, have you?"
Takemikazuchi had interrupted Hephaistos in a surprised voice, but now
he pressed his lips together.
Any movement to integrate the Xenos would ignite strife—even more so
among the children. Takemikazuchi knew that, and that was why he hadn't
shared the truth with Ouka or Chigusa.
On the other hand, Hestia's children—who had accepted the presence of
the Xenos—were mavericks, and that was precisely why they were on this
precipice.
"Honestly, I don't even know if the Xenos are worth saving!" Hephaistos
said, not concealing her feelings about the irregular Dungeon monsters whose
existence not even the gods had foreseen.
Miach, who had been listening with eyes closed, spread his hands and
looked at the other two.
"…Hmmm. Well, let us come to some conclusion."
He shook his waist-length sea-blue hair, his voice melting into the sound
of the rain.
"Our decision is—"
"So you've assigned it to Loki Familia, have you?"
The elderly god's stern voice echoed through the altar.
At the sound, the plump figure kneeling before him curled up like a piglet.
"Y-yes, sir, that is what I did! I took the liberty of determining that they
were the best suited to protecting Daedalus Street at the moment!"
The sound of the rain did not penetrate the underground temple built
beneath Guild Headquarters. In the Chamber of Prayers, illuminated by four
torches, Ouranos sat still as a statue while looking down on Royman, head of
the Guild, who was dripping sweat onto the stone floor.
"With regards to Knossos, I made him promise to not only prevent any
leaks about its existence but also provide us with information! Braver will
keep his word! It is practically as if he is under our control!"
"…What are you hiding from me, Royman?"
The elf gave a start at the words of the Guild's true master, who had so
easily seen through his deception.
"Is it the key?"
"…I—I forgot to mention it. I have ordered them to hand the key to
Knossos over to the Guild if they find it…"
Royman was drenched in a cold sweat, but Ouranos's voice did not
change.
"Make sure they give you all the information about Knossos. Once we
have the key, we will find the right time and then organize a survey. It is the
Guild, not individuals or familias, that oversees the heritage of Daedalus."
"Yes, sir!"
"I will overlook the matter of Loki Familia. Now exit!"
The quivering Royman complied.
As he walked unsteadily out of the room, a god with hair the color of
flames descended the stairs leading from the surface. He patted Royman on
the shoulder as they passed each other.
"Royman is a shrewd one, eh?" Hermes said once he had entered the
Chamber of Prayers.
"He possesses twice the greed of anyone else. But he's capable, and his
desire to see to the city's development is sincere," Ouranos replied matter-of-
factly with a slight smile.
"So it seems Loki Familia will be remaining in Daedalus Street, eh? Well,
as long as Lady Freya is encamped in Babel, the obvious choice for Braver
and his people is to stay and wait for the Xenos on their only alternative path
of retreat."
"Yes…And as long as things remain in this state, Ganesha will probably
act to protect the lives of the residents before all else," Ouranos said.
Although he did not say it out loud, he had accepted that it would be
impossible at this point to rearrange the various groups.
Because he was in a position of leadership, issuing too forceful an order
for Loki Familia to withdraw would undermine trust in him. His continued
reign was a symbol of peace in the city, so he needed to avoid such a
situation.
Furthermore, if the monsters that had emerged onto the surface needed to
be brought down, no one was more suited for the job than Loki Familia.
"Well, for now I'd like you to report on the current situation, since you
have taken on the task of suppressing the disturbance."
Hermes proceeded to the center of the altar, where the deity of the Guild
sat on a chair, and removed his traveling hat.
"The Xenos are currently moving around in the sewers beneath the city.
Reports of sightings are increasing, but…thanks to the bounties, the
adventurers are not cooperating with one another. That may be our only bit of
luck."
"What about the Xenos who were separated from Fels?"
"I haven't found out anything about them—not even how many were
separated. Some of them may have been captured already by adventurers or
less scrupulous gods."
As long as no one came forward saying they had done so, it would be
impossible to know for sure.
"Well, a number of adventurers found the black minotaur and intended to
kill it, only to be attacked themselves…But even now that they've recovered,
they're still trembling as if they've had a terrible nightmare, and it seems they
won't tell their full story."
Sighing, Hermes held up two fingers.
"Options are limited for the Xenos."
Under the current circumstances, the runaways had two goals. First: meet
up with their brethren who had been separated from them. Second: get to the
Dungeon entrance. The latter was the most important. If the Xenos were to
survive, they somehow had to return to the Dungeon.
There were two possible routes to get there.
The first was through the center of the city to Babel, where they would
use the large pit leading to the Dungeon. The second was through Daedalus
Street in the southwestern part of the city, where Knossos was located.
"If they head for Central Park, there will inevitably be a battle with the
adventurers…and no one knows how Freya Familia will act. Fels probably
won't let them choose that option."
"I tried to negotiate with Freya myself in various ways, but as you'd
suspect, she didn't seem inclined to listen to what I had to say."
Hermes sighed and smiled bitterly at Ouranos's mention of the silver-
haired queen reigning over Babel.
"In that case, the Xenos will likely head for Daedalus Street, where they
can use the terrain to their advantage…"
"But Loki Familia will block their way to Knossos."
In other words, if they made use of the Labyrinth District—which was
fully as convoluted as the Dungeon—they perhaps would be able to avoid the
watchful eyes of the adventurers. But once they had passed through, the
greatest difficulty would be waiting.
"I knew it before, but this is a really tough situation," said Hermes with a
detached laugh.
"And what can you tell me about Knossos?" Ouranos said, directing
Hermes back to his report.
"According to adventurers in Rivira, the monsters who attacked on the
eighteenth floor joined up with the monsters who appeared on the surface.
Many of the familias have realized there is a second entrance to the
Dungeon."
"And adventurers are gathering in Daedalus Street?"
"Yes. Some of them seem to be taking initiative to search for the entrance
on their own, but…Well, that area is Daedalus's creation, and so far only
Loki Familia has found it."
"Hermes, what about your familia…?"
"We have already thoroughly investigated the matter."
"!"
As if to offer proof, he pulled out a book.
"It's called Daedalus's Notebook."
For the first time, the normally self-possessed Ouranos widened his eyes.
"Before I got Ikelos to let Loki Familia catch him, I had him give this to
me. It has a drawing of the layout of Knossos—including, of course, the
location of the entrances."
"…"
"I had my children investigate to make sure the information in the
drawing wasn't incorrect. They had to use both the Hades Head and the stink
bag…Asfi complained to me that she was afraid for her life dodging Loki
Familia to do the survey. She even hit me."
It was Hermes who had sniffed out Ikelos from his hiding place.
According to him, he had cornered the other deity and compelled him to give
in to a number of demands, one of which included handing over Daedalus's
Notebook. Over the four days since the incident, his children had been
surveying the area around Knossos on his orders, keeping quiet and staying in
the shadows so that Loki Familia wouldn't notice them.
Having explained matters up to this point, Hermes drew closer to the
wizened god. Then he held out the book.
"I'll leave this with you. You need it, don't you?"
"…"
Ouranos squeezed his eyes shut as Hermes narrowed his own yellow-
orange ones.
The flames in the pine torches crackled fiercely. Surrounded by a swirl of
sparks, the wizened god reached out to accept the ancient volume, along with
all the consequences it entailed, and slipped it into his pocket.
Hermes flashed a smile and backed down from the altar.
"Hermes…What do you plan to do now?"
"Well. As I said before, my concern is with Bell."
Hermes had brought up the matter with Ouranos two days earlier in this
very room. At that time, he'd stated very clearly his divine will as a deity. He
felt it would be wrong for Bell to lose his name and honor and then withdraw
from the action, and therefore Hermes was betting everything on the boy.
People's disappointment in Bell and their labeling him an "enemy of the
people" would only get in the way of his progress down the noble path.
That was why Hermes was acting now behind the scenes.
"I've ordered Asfi and the others to do a number of things. Beyond that, it
depends on how the boy reacts…"
Hermes was certain Bell would be unable to sit by and do nothing. He
laughed lightly, as if he were watching the situation from afar.
"Let me ask you a question, Ouranos. The Xenos, and the ruined Sage
who is leading them…What do you think they will do next?"
"…"
Ouranos at first said nothing in response to the question about the
assistant with whom he had spent countless centuries. Finally, after a long
pause, he answered.
"As for what Fels will most likely do next…"
"Lido, can I have some of your blood?" Fels asked.
Even in the subterranean dimness, the black-clad mage could hear the
sound of the rain.
"Blood?"
"Yes. If I were physically whole, I wouldn't need to ask you, but…"
"Well, you are a skeleton, after all."
"Don't say that," the mage responded with a sidelong glance. Lido
scratched his arm with his sharp claws.
Fels withdrew a feather pen from his pocket and dipped it in the red blood
from the ragged wound.
As the blood soaked in, the feather turned red, and a similarly colored
liquid oozed from the tip.
"Is that a magic item?" Lido asked, watching Fels's movements with
interest.
"Yes, although I didn't invent it myself."
Fels began to write on a sheet of parchment with the item, which enabled
blood to be used in place of ink.
"Who was separated from us?"
"Aruru, Helga, Lett, Fia, and then Asterios…Fia was with us, but when things
got too intense, she fell from the sky…and Lett went after her," the siren Rei said,
listing the names of the al-miraj, hellhound, red-cap goblin, harpy, and
minotaur.
She was sitting on the floor at a slight distance from Lido and Fels, talking
to Wiene. They were in a sewer tunnel. Beyond its crumbling walls, the
tunnel connected to what seemed to be a long-forgotten well, with broken
barrels, buckets, and frayed ropes scattered in a corner. A gentle rain fell
through the hole that connected to the surface. Other Xenos who had been
wandering the city were resting nearby.
"So…you don't know where Fia and the others are?" the vouivre asked,
concerned for her brethren.
"No. We've walked this sewer from end to end, but there's no scent of them…
They may be hiding somewhere on the surface," the gargoyle Gros replied.
Wiene's stomach made a cute rumbling sound.
"I'm hungry…"
"It's only natural. We've hardly eaten anything for the past few days…"
Naturally, monsters became hungry, too. For the Xenos, who would never
eat a human, their current situation meant they hadn't been able to eat
properly at all. Wrapped in a robe that one of the fleeing adventurers had
dropped, Wiene rubbed her slender bluish-white stomach.
Gros turned toward the black-clad mage, worried over their fading
strength and missing brethren especially with no sign that they would be able
to reunite.
"Fels. We're not getting anywhere running from place to place like this. We
need to…Hey, what are you doing?!" he exclaimed.
"I'm writing a letter," Fels replied without stopping the crimson pen.
The mage finished his work without further explanation. The moment it
was complete, a shadow rushed down the old well hole, just as if Fels had
planned the timing.
Lido and the others instantly took up defensive positions, but Fels reached
out an arm and restrained them.
"So you've finally managed to find us."
An owl with one false eye had landed on the mage's outstretched arm. It
was a familiar spirit.
"If only my oculus hadn't been destroyed in that battle, I would have
summoned you sooner…"
Expressing his regrets over the fierce combat with Ikelos Familia in
Knossos, Fels tied the completed letter around the owl's foot.
"Fels, is that letter perhaps…?"
Fels nodded in response to Lido's question and let go of the familiar. The
owl stretched its wings and took off into the rainy sky, scattering white down
from its wings.
"Our last hope."
Like a late monsoon season, rain falls in unceasing sheets on Orario. But I
doubt even this rain can wash away the tangled and hopeless mood gripping
the city.
I gaze out the window of my room at the streets stretched beneath an
ashen sky.
"…"
Though I've returned home with the goddess, I still can't escape a certain
feeling.
Like I'm being watched.
The moment I left home, I sensed many eyes on me. At first I thought it
was the townsfolk…but as I grew more sensitive to the gazes, another
possibility began to whisper into my ear.
Something far less organic than either anger or mockery…Could it be
surveillance?
Am I being watched? If so, is it me they're interested in? Or Hestia
Familia as a whole?
I've been standing by the side of the window in order to conceal myself,
but now I lean halfway out and scan the area around the building. Outside the
iron fence enclosing our home, I glimpse a figure darting around the street
corner and out of sight.
"Agh."
I step away from the window and leave the room. I hope I'm mistaken.
My heart pounding unsteadily in my chest, I head for the place where the
goddess and the others are gathered to tell them what I've been feeling.
"…?"
After hurrying down the hallway, I'm greeted by an unexpected sight.
Outside a window facing onto the courtyard, drenched in rain but
nevertheless apparently waiting for someone, an owl is perched in the middle
of the garden.
The owl looks up as I stop in the hallway, and I see its eye. I start at the
glitter of the quartz orb.
I turn on my heels and run down the stairs. As I step into the courtyard
and walk up to the owl, it flutters onto my arm.
"What in the world…?"
A letter is tied to the owl's leg.
"A secret message from the Xenos…"
The clock on the living-room wall shows an evening hour. The entire of
Hestia Familia has gathered here to look at the letter I received from Fels's
familiar.
"The code is incredibly difficult to decipher, but…there's no mistaking it;
this letter is a call for help from Fels and the Xenos."
Lilly is holding a dictionary pulled from the library in one hand. As she
says, the letter is peppered with demi-human words, and at first glance, the
sentences seem to be incoherent. They can be deciphered only by rearranging
and recombining words from two different languages: the language of the
prums, which includes the word irregular, and the language of the renarts,
which includes the word fool. Only someone who knew the nature of the
Xenos and Fels would be able to read the code.
With serious, tense expressions on their faces, the goddess, Lilly, Welf,
Mikoto, and Haruhime gather around the table and look down at the letter.
"'We will try to reach Daedalus Street tomorrow night.' It seems they've
been driven to take extremes…" says Welf, who has just emerged from the
workshop, where he's been holed up since the incident.
"And, well, I am quite certain that right now, Daedalus Street…" says
Haruhime, pressing her hand to her chest. Mikoto confirms her fears.
"Yes, Miss Haruhime. It's full of adventurers, not to mention it's Loki
Familia's encampment."
The letter, whose red handwriting has not bled despite the rain, begins
with an apology, then goes on to explain the situation that Fels and the Xenos
are currently in and their plan for returning to the Dungeon. It ends with a
call for help. The final sentence entreats us to somehow find a way to assist
them again.
At first, Haruhime, Mikoto, and I are relieved to read that Wiene safely
regained consciousness…but now we are all silent.
We stare at the letter on the table.
"…It's like an invitation to destruction from some evil god," Lilly
mumbles dramatically. But it's no exaggeration.
Given the situation in Orario right now, saving the Xenos is synonymous
with turning every familia in the city against us.
I feel as if the momentary hush falling over the room is going to crush my
heart.
The goddess breaks the silence.
"Let's come up with a clear response right now. Are we going to save the
Xenos or not?"
"…!"
She looks not at me but at Welf and the others. Before anyone else can
open their mouth, I fire my words at the goddess's averted face.
"Goddess!!…This is something for me alone to—"
"Bell, this isn't just your problem anymore. The moment you, our captain,
took action, it became the familia's problem as well. So that's enough
double-talk from you."
I feel like my heart seizes up at her apparent criticism of my behavior as
leader.
She shifts her gaze from my frozen form and poses her question to Lilly
and the others once again.
"Everyone, please make your choice. Will we be allies of the Xenos and
live as outcasts? Or will we abandon them and return to our ordinary lives?"
This is the same choice I was faced with as well. I was caught between
Wiene and Loki Familia, forced into a binary choice. Now the goddess is
putting that choice to the others.
I don't want them to choose either path. That is the true feeling in my
deplorable heart.
I stand there like a criminal waiting for his verdict to be handed down, and
my memories of the Labyrinth District mix with guilt over acting immorally.
"Lady Hestia," Welf says, raising his hand. "Can I add one more option?"
"What would that be?"
"We move sneakily to bring those guys back to the Dungeon. That way
we don't get scolded or mocked."
At first, I'm so stunned by his words I don't comprehend them.
Welf is grinning, and the goddess, too, is smiling as if she's just grasped
everything fully.
"Look here."
Welf draws a dagger from the sheath at his waist, his flame-red hair
bouncing.
"This is a magic blade. I have three more in the workshop."
"I thought that's what you were up to when you were holed up in there all
that time…" Lilly says, heaving a sigh. She looks at the deep-aqua blade as if
she already knows all about it.
"I knew what we'd have to do, and I knew we didn't have much time. In
order to save the Xenos…Yes, I had to put aside my foolish pride. If we don't
have something like this, we won't be able to get around the other
adventurers."
I am still frozen in place—although now it's because of sheer surprise.
I can't believe that Welf has announced so clearly he intends to save the
Xenos.
"What's with the strange face, Bell?" Welf says with a questioning look.
"Wh-what do you mean, what…?!" I can't help shouting. "I abandoned
you and did all that stuff without asking any of you!! And I caused our
familia all kinds of trouble and pain as a result!! I…was so sure that all of
you detested me…"
All the feelings and doubts I've kept locked up inside until now spew out
uncontrollably.
I'm sorry. It's not that I expect to be forgiven, but I'm sorry.
As I desperately try to get out those words, Welf beats me to it.
"Bell, I told you before. Don't apologize."
A memory springs to mind.
This is what familias do, right? Support one another.
Stir up all the trouble you want. I've got no room to complain.
That was what Welf said to me in this very room during the mission to
escort Wiene to the twentieth floor. As I recall them, I can't help but feel
moved.
"But if you'll let me scold you a bit…Next time, don't leave us behind,
okay?"
Welf grins. Next to him, Mikoto crinkles her blue-violet eyes.
"Sir Bell, there's nothing wrong with you. Because no matter how much
we thought it over, we definitely would have come to the same decision as
you…All you did was get a head start on the rest of us."
I have no response to that. Next, Haruhime sneaks up quietly beside me.
"You were suffering this whole time, weren't you? My deepest apologies.
I should have spoken with you sooner."
"Haruhime…"
"Thank you very much for rescuing Lady Wiene. I am truly happy," she
says with wet eyes, her smile and words unfolding like cherry blossoms.
Their expressions are a mirror image of the tearful smiles Lido and the
others showed me as they held the sleeping Wiene in their arms and thanked
me.
Lilly has been watching as I talked with Welf and Mikoto and exchanged
heartfelt looks with Haruhime.
"—Geez, you are all so softhearted!! I'm not ashamed to say it—I feel
differently than you! I am still completely against rescuing the monsters!!"
she screeches, as if she has reached the limit of her tolerance.
Her face was turned away, but now she slowly widens her eyes and looks
up at us.
"But…there's nothing to be done if the majority has decided otherwise."
"Lilly…"
A smile spreads over the prum girl's face like a sunflower.
"The idea of deserting Mr. Bell or of Mr. Bell deserting any of us…Well,
I just don't like it. Anyway, I'm used to being an outcast. I'm not afraid of a
bunch of disappointed stares," she says.
"…"
I haven't been able to look at them straight since the day I went behind
their backs, and I now slowly turn to each one. Lilly, Welf, Mikoto,
Haruhime.
Syr was right.
I have lost some things, but other things remain.
A single tear slides from my eye.
How many times have they saved me? How many times have I felt this
way?
I'm so happy I met them…and that we became a familia.
"I'm sorry…Thank you," I say in a hoarse voice, pressing my arm against
the flushed tip of my nose.
"…So it's decided. We will save the Xenos, all of us together!"
Our goddess, who has been watching us with kind eyes, brushes away the
sentimental atmosphere with her bright announcement. We all nod in unison
and smile as she gives voice to her divine will.
"I'll just say, though, that the situation isn't any better than it was before.
Getting around the other adventurers, not to mention Loki Familia…Well,
it's going to be even tougher than clearing a deep level in the Dungeon."
"So you're saying if we can do this, conquering the deep levels will be a
piece of cake, right?" says Welf with a grin.
"Don't get carried away now," Lilly responds, glaring at him.
And with that typical exchange, the old Hestia Familia is back.
"We've got ourselves some fine opponents, that much is certain…In fact,
they may be a bit too powerful," says Mikoto.
"Anything for the sake of Lady Wiene and the Xenos," replies Haruhime.
Both of them look resolute.
Everyone is already aligned toward the same goal.
"Okay, Bell, get us in the mood! Give us a few words, and speak up when
you do!" Welf says, turning to flash me a fearless smile.
Piggybacking on his mood, the goddess is suddenly excited.
"Yeah, Welf, good idea! Let's all get in a circle!"
"Uh, that kind of thing is embarrassing…" says Lilly.
"Ha-ha, Supporter. This is an order from your leader. You must obey!"
"Of course, now of all times…!"
Mikoto and Haruhime giggle at the sight of the smug goddess and the
grumbling Lilly.
As for me, I'm well past my bout of crying. I wipe my face and rush over
to join the circle.
The goddess extends her arms into the middle, and everyone else does the
same, overlapping their hands in the center. I follow their lead.
"Okay, then…Go ahead."
I hesitate for just a second before deciding what I'll say, then nod at the
smiling faces turned my way. Under the eye of the owl perched on the back
of a chair, my voice swells along with my thoughts.
"Let's save Wiene and the Xenos!"
"Yeah!!"
The endless rain has lifted.
"We head for Knossos, where we'll move in accord with Bell Cranell and his
familia."
Fels was addressing the Xenos, who were gathered in the crumbling sewer
tunnel leading to the well.
"The adventurers…and Loki Familia may well discover us, but the only
possible route is to infiltrate Daedalus's legacy. We could probably also take
the underground route that leads out of the city, but that is most likely a
single road with no forks. Loki Familia will unquestionably have
strengthened their defenses, and if they are lying in wait for us, we will be
helpless."
"You say we'll move in accord with Bell, but will that really be possible? I don't
think we'll be able to just wing it…"
"If they agree with what I wrote in the letter, then sooner or later Bell
Cranell and his familia will link up with us. For now, I want you to trust in
my decision and theirs."
"And what about those who were separated?"
"All we can do is send them a signal. The adventurers may have already
guessed our plans, but we will send out a message and all push toward
Daedalus Street at once."
As the siren Rei, the gargoyle Gros, and the other Xenos questioned Fels
about the plan that would determine their collective fate, the mage responded
to each without hesitation.
During this exchange, Lido alone stood staring glumly at his feet.
"Lido…? What's wrong?" Wiene asked, noticing his dejected mood.
"It's nothing; I just feel bad because we're depending so heavily on
Bellucchi and his familia…We're causing them so much trouble," he said,
then adding in a murmur between his fangs, "I feel so ashamed."
"Lido. I understand how you're feeling, but so long as Ouranos is unable
to act openly, there are very few people we can go to for help. All we can do
is cling to Hestia Familia…" Fels said.
"I know, I know…but still."
"Lido."
Wiene stretched out a hand and stroked the lizardman's arm, her fingers
gently catching hold of the scarlet scales.
"You know what Haruhime told me? On the surface, there's a story called
'The Grateful Snow Spirit.'"
"Grateful…?"
"Yes. To thank the people who saved her, the spirit brought them all sorts
of things. So one day, we, too…"
The garnet-like red stone in her forehead flashing, Wiene beamed with
joy.
"…we, too, can give lots of help to Bell and the others who help us,
right?"
Lido looked in surprise at the innocent eyes that smiled up at him. The girl
who had cried incessantly after being separated from Bell was nowhere to be
seen.
"Wiene…you've changed."
"?"
Turning to ash and falling into the abyss of death seemed to have
awakened her—albeit unconsciously—to the cruelty of mankind and also to
the equally powerful beauty of their potential for kindness. She had been held
and fulfilled by the humble dream in the heart of the boy. She had been saved
by the kindness—perhaps the foolish kindness—of a single person. The
vouivre had been pulled from the dream she had held through many lives and
found a new desire—a wish to take the kindness that had enveloped her and
give it back to someone other than herself.
Yes, she had changed since meeting the boy.
Standing before the puzzled Wiene, Lido squinted his brilliant yellow
eyes as if blinded by light.
"Yes, you're right…If we get through this, we'll have a lot of favors to
return to Bellucchi and his familia!"
"Yes!"
Rei, Gros, and the other Xenos watched gently as Lido and Wiene smiled
at each other. Even Fels's black robe shook, as if the skeleton within were
laughing.
"…Let's get back to talking about how to get to Knossos," the mage said,
withdrawing a magic item engraved with a D from the dark robe's depths.
"Our only advantage is that we possess this key."
Fels held up the Orb of Knossos, embedded within the ingot and passed
down through the Daedalus lineage.
This orb would allow them to open and shut the orichalcum door.
"Is that the one I stole from the man I killed…?" Gros asked.
"If Asterios is alive, he should have the other one…" says Rei.
The key that Fels held was the one that had belonged to Glenn of Ikelos
Familia. After Glenn threw the cursed spear at Wiene during her rampage,
Gros killed him and Fels took the key from his hand. The other key—the one
Bell had taken from Lyu's pouch—had made its way back to the black
minotaur.
"The hunting adventurers and Loki Familia have probably not been able
to get their hands on one of these."
"In other words…"
"Yes. As long as we know the location of the entrances, we can enter
Knossos from any of them. And once we close the door behind us, even Loki
Familia will not be able to follow us."
In other words, if Fels and the Xenos made it to Knossos, it would be their
victory.
Illuminated by a dim ray of light that pierced the darkness, a lamia and a
troll clapped excitedly.
"All that remains is to do as I said at the beginning. Rely on Bell Cranell
and his familia to help us reach Knossos."
"When you say help us, do you mean they'll meet up with us?"
"No—Bell will act as our decoy."
The instant Fels said so, the Xenos—among whom Bell's popularity was
currently sky-high—raised their eyes toward the mage one after another.
Lido, Rei, and even Gros frowned, and tears came to Wiene's eyes.
"Fels. Do you plan to use Bell and his familia again…?"
"What scum."
"You dirty old bag of bones."
"I hate you, Fels!"
"Wait a minute, stop slandering me! My bones have nothing to do with
it!! And, Wiene, your tears are killing me, so will you please listen to
everything I have to say first?!" the living skeleton shrieked. The scorn of the
siren, the harsh words of the gargoyle and lizardman, and more than
anything, the tearful glare of the vouivre were too much to bear.
A more detailed explanation of decoy soon followed.
"Due to the recent string of events, Bell Cranell stands out too much.
Even now he is the target of criticism and envy throughout the city, and
probably suspicion as well. But we will use that to our advantage."
"…By creating a diversion?" Gros murmured.
"Yes. By acting independently of us, he'll draw away the attention of the
adventurers."
The gods and some of the other forces in the city most likely had sensed
that Bell Cranell was at the center of the current affair, Fels explained. While
their attention was turned toward the young adventurer, Fels and the Xenos
would move stealthily toward Knossos.
Lido and the others seemed satisfied with this explanation, but Wiene
looked sad.
"So does that mean we won't get to see Bell?"
"It does. Please find some way to accept that, Wiene," Fels urged her.
The mage in black then explained the core of the plan.
"We will shift the attention of Loki Familia to Bell Cranell."
"…And that's probably what our opponent is thinking."
Leaders and lower-level members of Loki Familia alike had gathered in
their encampment in a corner of the Labyrinth District, where Finn was
conducting a meeting.
"The armed monsters will probably use Bell Cranell as a diversion and
attempt to enter Knossos, so we'll pretend that we've fallen for their trick and
lay a trap in a different location. But the important thing will be to pay
attention to what's happening in the opposite direction of Bell Cranell."
Now that the rain had lifted, the curtain of night had fallen over Daedalus
Street. The faces of the adventurers were illuminated by phosphorescence
from the magic-stone lamps they had hung around the campsite. As Finn
explained their next moves, a buzz passed through their ranks.
"Hey, Finn, is that mangy rabbit really working with the monsters?" the
werewolf Bete asked with a sour look.
"In a bad mood, eh, Bete?" Riveria said.
"Shut your mouth!"
Finn watched Bete as he snapped back at the high elf. Though he was
staring at him, however, he worded his response with the silent Aiz in mind.
"At the very least, Bell Cranell is in a position to be used, whether of his
own free will or because they're fooling him. In any case, Bell Cranell cannot
be our ally this time…Please be aware of that."
Aiz and Tiona—both of whom had accompanied Bell during his special
training for the war games—appeared to believe that would be difficult.
Sitting beside the mute golden-eyed, golden-haired Sword Princess, the
artless Amazonian girl locked her hands behind her head.
"Uh, I didn't really get that, but basically you're saying that if we let the
Argonaut distract us, everything goes down the drain?"
"Yes. Of course, we can't just let him do whatever he wants, so right now
Cruz and a couple of the others are watching him."
"Better yet, Captain, why not capture him before he has a chance to do
anything?" Tione suggested with her typical Amazonian penchant for wild
ideas.
Finn responded with a wry smile.
"Well, despite how everyone is treating Bell Cranell like a villain right
now, there's no definite proof against him. If we did something like that, I
think we'd end up getting criticized ourselves. The Guild already has its eye
on us. It would be scary if we got on the wrong side of the goddess
Hephaistos, as she's friends with Hestia Familia."
Tione frowned before continuing undeterred.
"Seems like a complicated mess. But, Captain, one more question. I know
the armed monsters are highly intelligent, but are they really smart enough to
come up with a strategy like that…?"
"They've got a leader of some sort…Isn't that right, Gareth?"
"They do indeed. When the battle took place here, I watched from the top
of a building. I saw someone wearing a black robe. I'm not sure if it was a
monster or a person…but it seemed to be some kind of tamer," Gareth
responded to Finn's question. This answer satisfied Tione.
Suddenly, Tiona spoke up as if she had just remembered something.
"Speaking of which, are you sure we don't need to search the sewers? The
other adventurers have caught sight of the monsters down there a few times,
you know."
"That would divide our forces. If our defenses here in Orario are too thin
and the monsters break through, it will all be over. They've probably been
letting people see them intentionally over the past few days with precisely
that goal in mind."
The wise prum leading Loki Familia had correctly analyzed Fels's plans.
For the monsters, his power of intuition was a nightmare.
"More than anything, we must be wary of the black minotaur…Even if he
has been wounded, we cannot let our guard down," he continued. This was
his deepest concern.
At the mention of the beast, the mood in the room grew tense. Bete and
Tione raised their eyebrows, and even Aiz stiffened.
"Well, if you hadn't lost your temper, Tione, we could have brought it
down real quick," Tiona grumbled to her sister, who had gone into a frenzy
during the battle, completely undermining any attempt to work together.
"What?!" Tione barked.
"Its techniques are nothing to write home about. If we can just get close
enough, we'll have no problem fighting it. But…it is far and away more
powerful than any monster we've crushed in the past."
Bete ignored the bickering sisters and spoke with irritation.
He judged the minotaur's strategies and techniques as underdeveloped but
admitted that its wild latent power far exceeded theirs.
The monster hadn't cared one bit about their counterattacks; indeed, the
more desperately they fought, the more overwhelming its response had been.
"You're right. Its ability to withstand our offensive was incredible. No
matter how hard Tione and the others struck it, it showed no sign of being
hurt. Only that direct hit from Aiz's wind finally did something," Riveria said
calmly.
"If we assume it's one of those black-rhino subspecies, then its skin will
be tough, to start with. And if it's been enhanced, well then, it's
extraordinarily dangerous. I think we should consider it a floor boss, not just
an ordinary monster. But if we handle it right, as Tione says, we can take it
down," Gareth added in an equally calm and objective tone.
Finn nodded his agreement.
"But…"
Aiz had finally spoken up.
"That monster…It's going to get even stronger."
Every member of Loki Familia's leadership clamped their mouth shut.
Her words expressed what all the first-tier adventurers had intuitively sensed:
The black monster was still in the midst of its development.
The other adventurers gulped audibly.
"We'll kill that black minotaur if it's the only thing we do. If it's still
developing, then it's quite dangerous. Sooner or later it will become a
menace," Finn announced to the group before licking the pad of his right
thumb.
"Considering the route the enemy took, from the eighteenth floor to the
surface, there's no question that they have a key. We will defend to the death
all entrances to Knossos that we have discovered," he commanded, looking
up.
"Familia members will be stationed throughout Daedalus Street. This is
how we lay our trap."
"…That's probably what Braver and his familia are thinking right about
now."
In the torch-lit Chamber of Prayers beneath Guild Headquarters, Hermes
was addressing Ouranos, who sat on the dais in the underground altar.
"So if they make the standard moves, they won't be able to outfox Braver.
He's just a little too smart. If it were a question of experience, then the
original Sage would win…But unfortunately, they've fought different types
of battles," he said.
"Fels is a civilian official, in a manner of speaking. The truth is, on the
battlefield, the Sage is a poor match for a military leader like Braver,"
Ouranos replied.
Hermes pulled the chair next to him over to the altar, sat down, and began
whittling a chunk of wood. In a manner of minutes, the skillful god had
carved two chess pieces: a prum with a spear in his hand and a robed mage.
He placed them on a chessboard that sat on a pedestal. He had taken the
liberty of bringing the board with him from his room at home.
As he talked with Ouranos, he carved one chess piece after the next.
"The Guild has collected the remains of the golems, but Braver probably
realized they weren't monsters," Ouranos said.
"When Braver develops his strategy, he will take into consideration the
fact that the mage is assisting the Xenos. Braver's intuition is so good it even
gives us deities the chills."
Next to the prum, Hermes set a fencer holding a sword, a fairy
brandishing a long wand, and berserkers raising scimitars and huge knives.
Around the mage, he placed a lizardman and a gargoyle.
Finally, the human and monster encampments on the chessboard were
complete. As if looking down on their children from the heavens, Hermes
and Ouranos gazed at the opposing forces and unerringly assessed the
situation.
"The sage has a number of magic items that go beyond what Braver will
be expecting…If there's a way out for the Xenos, that's it."
"And if there's one unpredictable element…it's probably Freya, wouldn't
you say?"
After thinking for a moment, Hermes ceremoniously carved a long-haired
woman and set her off to the side of the board.
"However…"
As the elderly god gazed at him, Hermes suddenly narrowed his yellow-
orange eyes.
"In the end, the one who really matters is him," he said, beginning to
carve a final piece.
"We've discussed many things, but in the end, it all rests on the boy."
In a corner of the sewer tunnel where even the darkness of night did not
penetrate, the jet-black robes of a fallen sage rustled.
"If anything is going to provoke Irregulars, it's him. Do not let down your
guard, and do not overlook him. That adventurer will leap far beyond our
expectations. He's done it in the past, and he'll do it again."
In the momentarily hushed Labyrinth District, the brave prum narrowed
his blue eyes.
"Everyone is looking at you. So dance—cheerfully, humorously, just like
they're all expecting. I'll be there for you."
As sparks flew from the pine torches on the ancient altar, the god set
down the carved rabbit in the center of the chessboard.
—Yes, he held the key.
In different places but at the same moment, the fool, the hero, and the god
raised their voices in unison.
"""Bell Cranell."""