Crackle.
I pick up the sword I had put down for a moment and return to where my companions are. And I put the sword in the bag I had left on the ground.
It doesn't seem like an ordinary Akro longsword, but I'll look into it later.
"I'm sorry. I failed again..."
I just pat the dwarf on the shoulder as he apologizes, looking ashamed.
What can I say to him?
It's not like we survived because of me.
"Bjorn."
Misha approaches me with a mournful gait and places her hand on my chest.
"I'm glad... you're alive. Truly..."
Something wells up inside me.
Because I know.
Who we owe our lives to, that we can feel relieved and grateful for surviving. He would have wanted to share this joyful moment with us.
"Rotmiller."
I gently push Misha's small hand away and walk towards Rotmiller, who has regained consciousness. And I tell him Dwarkey's last words, just a few sentences.
"I see. He..."
Rotmiller, after hearing everything, kneels in front of Dwarkey's body and makes the sign of the cross. And he whispers his farewell, which he couldn't convey alone.
"I remember when you first entered the labyrinth. You said you were starting to understand what it meant when the chieftain said the world is vast."
It was something that happened on the 3rd-floor Pilgrim's Path.
Rotmiller led us to a high hill, saying that exploration wasn't all about hardships and horrors.
We all saw the vast landscape bathed in silver light, and Dwarkey was so excited and happy that he couldn't sleep that night.
"I wish I could have shown you a wider world..."
Rotmiller ends his words plainly.
But it seems like the others still have many things they want to say. Misha and the dwarf also kneel and pour out their hearts.
I watch them from a distance.
It's not that I don't have anything to say.
But...
"Waaaaah! It's my fault! I, I! If only I hadn't chosen that door..."
"No, it's my fault. I told you to trust me, that I would protect you no matter what, but I... couldn't keep that promise."
I wouldn't be much different from them.
No matter what I say, it would just end with self-blame. Dwarkey definitely wouldn't want to see us like this.
The place we have to live in...
...is not a kind world where we can stay down forever.
[Meeek—!]
I open my mouth as I see a Vykuntus appearing from the other side of the passage.
"Everyone, stop it."
"..."
"It's an enemy."
We have to remember, but we also have to overcome our grief and get up.
That's all we can do.
"Behel—laaaaaaaaaa!!"
We have no choice but to move forward.
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The battle with the Vykuntus was more difficult than expected.
The reason is simple.
Our stats have significantly decreased since there are only four of us left in this vast labyrinth, and our injuries haven't fully healed yet.
In the first place, the reason we were able to defeat 6th-grade monsters so easily was because of Dwarkey.
"Let's just take what we need and go back."
After the battle, we start cleaning up.
We gather the equipment, or rather, the remnants of equipment, scattered across the floor from the desperate fight.
And I thoroughly search the priest's body.
The only thing I find is a necklace with an unknown purpose.
I can't tell if it's an artifact or just a decoration.
Because the only one among us who could sense the magic imbued in objects was Dwarkey.
"It seems like there's nothing here either."
I also loot the middle-aged scout who died early on in the battle, but there's nothing noteworthy.
Well, most of his belongings must have been in that bastard's subspace pocket.
"...I'll deliver everything to where you wished."
A staff and the expandable backpack he was carrying. Although I could sell his boots and robe, I leave them untouched.
"I'll carry Dwarkey."
We then return to the portal through the trap room and go back to the Tower of Heaven.
And we each collapse and rest.
Some of us sit in front of Dwarkey's body, wiping away the blood, and others lean against the wall and sob.
The peaceful time that came like a lie made us realize…
…that this is reality, not a dream.
"Bjorn, is there no way to take Dwarkey back to the city?"
"...No."
"Right, I see..."
Reality is cruel.
Even though he sacrificed his life for us, we can't even take him back to the city for a proper burial.
Because he was a mage.
Corpses in the labyrinth are classified as objects, and it's impossible to take them outside without the 'Distortion' spell.
That's why barbarian hearts are special.
You can take them back to the city without magic? Even mages started researching them as magic materials because of that.
"Misha, you should rest too."
"I'll stay here a bit longer. He'll be lonely... once we leave."
"...Alright."
I leave the suffocating atmosphere and sit down in a corner.
And I check the time.
[10:31]
A day and a half left until the labyrinth closes.
I feel a bitter taste in my mouth.
'...Less than an hour has passed.'
I feel so insignificant.
We went through countless near-death experiences.
It feels like we fought that bastard for days.
But even after taking care of everything and coming back, less than an hour has passed.
'Let's just do what needs to be done...'
I take out the letter the priest left behind.
A single, wrinkled, and stained letter that he must have kept close to his heart for a long time. The letter is filled with the old man's handwriting, detailing how he ended up in this situation.
I focus on one part as I read through it.
'The underground city of Noark.'
It's the name of the place where the old man and his young grandson were kidnapped by the Dragonslayer.
[It's medicine made by an alchemist from Noark. It completely erases your memory for 1 hour after taking it.]
It's the name of a city that the psychopath bitch mentioned before, and the one I couldn't find any information about no matter how much I searched the library.
So there's something like that under the sewers.
'Could it be that she's also a member of Orculus?'
I continue reading the letter with that thought.
The letter not only mentions that the underground city of Noark and Orculus are in a cooperative relationship, but it also contains another surprising piece of information.
'...I can't believe there's a portal there too.'
The foundation that allows the city of Lafdonia to exist.
A portal connected to the labyrinth also exists underground.
That's why the explorers in the underground were able to achieve the impossible feat of secretly mining magic stones and building a city with them.
'Noark.'
I engrave that name in my mind.
I have a strong feeling that I'll be involved with this place in the future.
'Let's investigate this place too when we get out.'
With that thought, I put the letter back in my pocket.
Judging by the content, there's no harm in delivering the letter.
There's a saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend', right?
Anyway, I'm done with this matter for now.
"..."
I take a deep breath and close my eyes.
Although I desperately want to rest, all sorts of thoughts come and go, tormenting me.
What should I do from now on?
With such a formidable enemy, even the city isn't safe. He might try to harm me in the labyrinth with his companions.
'Damn it.'
Maybe that's why…
…I feel a bit regretful that he survived. If he had just healed me, I could have finished him off myself.
'…What the hell am I thinking?'
I shake my head and dismiss my lingering thoughts.
He must have had no other choice.
That bastard evil god was the same even in the game.
He grants wishes in exchange for a price, but he never gives you the best possible outcome. Like a monkey's paw that grants wishes but also brings misfortune.
A being who always gives both hope and despair.
'…Somehow, this bastard keeps getting involved with me.'
I add Karui, the evil god, to my investigation list and clear my thoughts.
It's time for me to rest too.
This place is safer than the city, and besides, there are many things I need to do when I get out.
"...."
I wipe my body with a wet towel, spread out my sleeping bag, and lie down inside.
It's strange.
Although I stayed up for almost two days and had such a desperate battle…
…I can't fall asleep for a long time.
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「The labyrinth is closed.」
「Character is being transported to Lafdonia.」
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Sunlight pokes at my eyelids.
I pass through the checkpoint without time to savor the afterglow and exchange the magic stones for money.
And I head towards the meeting place.
The Explorer's Guild branch closest to the Dimensional Plaza. When I arrive, there are many people in a similar state to me.
"...."
An unusual silence for a gathering of dozens of people.
Everyone is waiting for their companions with solemn expressions.
Well, it's only natural.
There's only one reason why they would come here before even washing up after returning to the city.
The death of a companion.
"Let's go in."
As soon as all my companions arrive, we enter the guild. And we submit a death report and leave Dwarkey's equipment and backpack with them.
"…He had good companions."
The employee looks at us with a strange expression.
Well, it's not common.
They could have easily pocketed it, even if it's not the city's property.
Most people would just submit the death report and leave.
But…
"Liol Wobu Dwarkey, 8th-grade mage recognized by the royal family. Death report accepted."
…we don't feel any regret.
After all, we know the contents of the will he wrote before entering the labyrinth for the first time.
[Haha, a will. It really makes it feel like I'm an explorer now.]
[You can write whatever you want, but make sure to properly designate the inheritance. Otherwise, it will all go to the Explorer's Guild.]
[Don't worry about that. I've already decided.]
He wanted to donate his assets to an orphanage under a certain temple.
I only learned the details yesterday.
The dwarf said he lived there for a while when he was young. His assets should be used as he wished.
We've already received something far greater.
"It's really over… Then let's go."
Anyway, the first thing we had to do after returning to the city, Dwarkey's death report, is complete.
It was surprisingly simple.
It took 1 minute to fill out the form, 2 minutes for the employee to review it. Just 3 minutes were enough to put an end to the 25 years of life that one man carried.
'That's how common death is in this world.'
I push aside the bitterness and leave the guild.
And we head towards the Grand Temple of the Leathlas Church.
That's the only way we can repay the debt we owe to the departed.
"You guys can go back and rest."
"How can we do that? He's our lifesaver."
"I… I'm going too. I rested enough inside…"
Although Misha hasn't rested properly because she's been crying all day, I don't say anything. She wouldn't be able to rest properly even if she went back to the inn.
"...."
We head towards our destination together.
Soon, a pristine white building, as if untouched by the world, appears, and we enter.
I contemplate how to answer the apprentice priest's question of whether we're here for treatment, and then I say that we're here at the request of High Priest Ludwig.
"Hi, High Priest Ludwig…?"
He probably didn't expect us to lie in a place where God resides. The young priest's eyes widen, and he immediately runs inside to deliver the news.
And…
"It's been a while."
…a familiar face comes to greet us as we wait.
Pal Krovitz, the captain of the 3rd Paladin Order.
"I heard you're here at the request of High Priest Ludwig, who went missing a few years ago. Do you have anything that could serve as evidence?"
He asks politely.
He also says that it's a very sensitive matter for the church and asks for our understanding.
He says there have been several incidents where people were greatly disappointed because of the bounty offered throughout the city?
"Bounty?"
"Yes. The amount is so large that some people harbor malicious intentions."
I didn't come here for a reward.
However, I ask involuntarily, having received a huge bounty after defeating Elisa,
"Just how much is it?"
Misha nudges my side, telling me to be careful with my words. The dwarf does the same.
"Even for you, that's a bit much."
Rotmiller, who's also an explorer and a follower of Leathlas, also doesn't seem to approve.
But Krovitz speaks without any change in expression.
And…
"The amount varies depending on the information provided and the presence of sacred relics…"
"But?"
"…but I believe the Ministry of Finance offered up to 70 million stones."
Everyone freezes at his answer.
-x-X-x-
70 million stones.
It was a huge sum, enough to make my heart pound just from hearing it.
But I tried to calm myself and continue the conversation.
It wouldn't be too late to celebrate after the money was in my hands.
"Will this letter be enough evidence?"
Krovitz received the letter and read it slowly from top to bottom, then his expression changed completely.
And he remained silent for a long time.
"...Is there something wrong?"
"Ah, I apologize. If the contents of this letter are true... it's a very serious matter for our church. I don't mean to doubt you, Mr. Yandel, but could you wait inside for a while?"
"Alright."
Pal Krovitz guided us to a reception room inside the temple and then hurriedly left. He said he needed to check the handwriting first before reporting it to his superiors.
"Don't tell me... something's going wrong?"
"Haha, there's no way. They just want to verify everything before talking to us."
"Murad is right. As you've read, the contents of the letter are quite serious."
The wait was longer than expected.
And as different speculations started to arise among us...
"I apologize. We've made you wait for a long time."
Pal Krovitz returned.
"Come this way. Everyone is waiting."
The place he led us to was a chapel on the 2nd floor.
It was a space that only those who became priests could use, not ordinary believers.
"I heard that non-church members are not allowed to enter here..."
"How could we consider you as outsiders when the Goddess has brought us together?"
I dismissed my anxiety as I saw Krovitz answering Rotmiller's question. If they had judged the letter to be fake, they wouldn't be acting like this.
Creak.
Krovitz opened the door, revealing the interior of the chapel. It was a fairly large space, but there were only seven people inside.
I froze as I confirmed their identities.
'Crazy.'
I had read several books about church positions after visiting the Count's estate, so I could tell as soon as I saw them.
The two men and women who were the only ones wearing armor. The patterns on their armor were different, but the silver thread decorating the edges signified that they were captains of the paladin orders.
Including Pal Krovitz, all three captains of the church were gathered in one place.
But that wasn't all.
Two high priests and one cardinal.
And an elderly man standing in the center, as if being supported by them.
"...Followers of the stars, we greet the Grand Archbishop."
Rotmiller knelt and made the sign of the cross as soon as he saw him.
It was understandable.
To put it in Catholic terms, we were currently facing the Pope.
'But who's that kid?'
I felt a strange sense of pressure from the impressive lineup, but I looked at the child standing in front of the Pope.
A small boy, about ten years old.
Now that I see it, it seemed like everyone was positioned as if protecting the child. Even the Pope, who was standing right behind him.
What kind of child is he?
That's when...
"May the star that rises at twilight guide us."
The Pope made the sign of the cross first, and then all the members bowed to us.
It was a very unusual occurrence.
It was enough to make even Rotmiller, who was also a believer, freeze like a statue.
"..."
Is it because the place we're currently in is a chapel?
A strangely sacred and solemn atmosphere filled the air.
After a moment of silence, the Pope spoke.
"High Priest Ludwig was a very precious person to us. Thank you for delivering the letter. May I ask how you obtained this letter?"
Honestly, it was a bit unexpected.
His words were too polite and cautious for someone who was the highest authority of one of the three major religions, especially towards a 4th-floor explorer.
'He must not always be like this. He must have been that important.'
I slowly began to speak.
And I briefly explained what happened in Larkaze's Labyrinth.
But is this what they call a clerical mindset?
"The twilight star sent you to him, who was lost and wandering. Thank you for saving his soul. Although he was captured by the evil god, his spirit will forever shine in the darkness."
It was a bit unpleasant to hear.
It wasn't a matter of right or wrong, but rather the feeling that they were fundamentally different from me.
I've never gotten along with religious people.
"...This is his belonging."
I took out the necklace that the High Priest was wearing and handed it to them.
If it were a sacred relic, it would be worth much more than the reward, but...
I didn't feel any regret, as it was the right thing to do.
I owed that High Priest a debt.
"Thank you. Although it's not what we were looking for, this will at least comfort his soul."
So it wasn't a sacred relic.
Well, if it were, that bastard would have taken it.
"Cardinal Grayond, how much is the reward for these people?"
"Although they didn't recover the sacred relic, considering the importance of the contents of the handwritten letter, his belongings, and the fact that they conveyed his last moments, it wouldn't be enough to give them the full 70 million stones designated by the Ministry of Finance."
"Then, let's do that."
I gulped involuntarily.
I thought it would be halved since there was no sacred relic, but they're giving us the full amount. I reflect on myself for finding their words unpleasant.
These people are truly devout.
But that's not what's important right now.
"I have a question."
"Go ahead."
Since the first part of the conversation is over, I immediately get to the point.
This might be more important than the reward.
"So what are you going to do now?"
"May I ask what you mean?"
"You found the culprit who kidnapped High Priest Ludwig, didn't you? I was curious if you're planning to take revenge. I'm involved in this too, after all."
I subtly hint that they're also responsible while asking the question.
But the answer I get is ambiguous.
"That's not something we can answer right now."
"I see."
Tsk, I thought they wouldn't have time to bother me if they were busy seeking revenge.
Do I really have to handle it myself?
I nod, clicking my tongue.
That's when...
"Don't worry too much, great warrior."
The little boy, whom I've been observing, suddenly speaks.
And at the same time...
Swaaaaaaaaa!
...a brilliant silver light erupts.
And when I come to my senses...
...a vine ring, intertwined with three strands, is on my thick finger.
I wonder what the hell is going on, but...
...I realize it after hearing the cardinal's exclamation.
"An oracle...! An oracle has descended...!"
It's something I've only heard about in NPC conversations in the game, never experienced firsthand.
It's an oracle.
'Damn it.'
And from what I hear, it's been a long time since the last one.
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The question is finally answered.
Why was the Pope treating that young child like a sacred object?
The answer is simple.
'Don't tell me, he's a saint?'
No, since he's a boy, should I say a holy man?
Anyway, the title isn't important.
A vessel that can hear God's voice and sometimes wield his power.
The child with the qualities of that vessel speaks.
"The Goddess just spoke to me. She said that ring will block a strong karmic connection three times."
"By karmic connection, do you mean Dragonslayer Regal Vagos?"
An ordinary fortune teller would have given an ambiguous answer like 'maybe yes, maybe no' to that question.
But oracles are different.
"Yes. She said it can only block karmic connections with him. So you need to prepare to overcome fate in case all the strands of the ring are broken."
I feel like I've become a hero destined to defeat the demon king.
Honestly, I'm dumbfounded.
Even though I defeated Elisa and was involved with the High Priest, why would the Goddess give me a gift like this?
And to someone who's called an evil spirit, at that?
'What is this? A hidden camera prank?'
I briefly suspect that they might be trying to scam me using this kid, but…
…the ring on my finger dispels that suspicion.
Their shocked expressions seem too sincere to be acting.
"May the star that rises at twilight guide us."
"May things unfold according to fate."
The highest-ranking religious figures in this world all make the sign of the cross while looking at me.
I check my companions' expressions.
"Bjorn, what the hell are you?!"
"Were you… truly born with a destiny?!"
"No, that's not the issue. How, how could a barbarian be chosen by the human god…"
No, even if you look at me like that, I don't know either.
Only then do I realize that this isn't something to simply be happy about and look at the child.
I have many questions.
However…
Thud.
…the child collapses as if from the aftereffects of receiving the oracle.
The Pope picks him up, and that's the end of today's meeting.
"Sir Krovitz, please escort them outside."
"Wait, I still have questions…"
"Please understand. We'll explain everything when we meet again. Until then, please keep today's events a secret. A great disaster might befall you."
"What, disaster?"
Although it sounds absurd, the conversation ends there.
"Sir Krovitz will explain the details."
We're helplessly kicked out due to the Pope's firm attitude. And we head towards the reception room where we were waiting earlier, guided by Pal Krovitz.
"Krovitz, what the hell was that?"
"I… don't know either. What the Goddess meant by giving an oracle to an other race."
"…There's no precedent for giving an oracle to an other race?"
"Yes, as far as I know, this is the third time."
"So, what happened to them?"
"According to records, they were branded as heretics and ostracized from their tribes."
Ha, this is troublesome.
It's like I've been given another suicide button on top of being an evil spirit.
"Now I understand why they told us to keep it a secret."
"Yes, after all, there would be more harm than good if it were to be known."
The core of a barbarian's growth is the Spirit Engraving.
But being ostracized from the tribe?
From that day onwards, I would become a useless character.
Barbarian shamans only exist in the sanctuary.
"But don't worry about us. It won't leak from our side."
Krovitz says that and looks at my companions.
Although he doesn't say it, his intentions are clear.
So I also look at my companions.
"Ah! I, I'll keep my mouth shut! Really? You believe me, Bjorn?"
"Don't worry. I didn't hear anything today."
Misha is needless to say, and I'm not too worried about Rotmiller either. It's not just his personality, but he's also a follower of Leathlas.
However, the problem is…
"He, hey! Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Do you really need to ask?"
"…I'll quit drinking."
I sigh as I see the dwarf hanging his head low, looking dejected.
Phew, we shouldn't have come here together.
Are all the gods in this world like this?
It feels like they took away the biggest rock that was weighing down my heart…
…and then placed a smaller rock instead.
'Still, he's not that loose-lipped…'
I decide to focus on the positive aspects.
If this ring really prevents encounters with the Dragonslayer, this much risk isn't even a risk.
It's a definite gain if we talk about pros and cons.
We've bought the time we needed most.
'It's my first time getting a sacred relic through an oracle.'
Items bestowed by gods are called sacred relics.
Most of them have OP effects.
That's why I don't doubt the ring's ability. I don't know how long it will last, but I won't encounter that bastard until all three strands are broken.
However…
'The problem is when the last strand will break.'
2 years? 3 years?
It's a brand new sacred relic, so it might even last that long…
But it's better to be prepared, assuming the shortest possible time.
I decide to prepare, assuming it will be between six months and a year, and finish organizing my thoughts.
And the moment I get up from the sofa…
Crackle.
…one of the intertwined vines breaks.
"Uh, Bjorn? I think one of them just broke."
"…No, that's impossible."
I rub the broken vine with my saliva-coated finger as if twisting a string.
But as always, reality is harsh.
"Look, it's clearly attached."
The moment I confidently hold out my hand with the ring…
Swaaa!
…the broken vine scatters, emitting a silver light.
I stare blankly at the sight.
「The activation condition for the Star's Blessing has been met.」
I can't even laugh.
-x-X-x-
There are days like that.
Days when a momentary whim leads to unexpected good fortune. For Amelia Rainwales, today was that kind of day.
Who would have known?
That she would meet him on top of the castle walls, where she climbed aimlessly out of frustration.
"Regal Vagos."
A member of Orculus, who divided this cursed city…
…and the one she wanted to kill the most among them.
He's lying unconscious on the ground.
In this remote place, with his body battered, alone.
'…Could it be that he opened a dimensional gate and escaped? And that's why he ended up here instead of the plaza?'
That was the first possibility that came to mind.
There's no mage in the Dragonslayer's team, but it's possible if he sacrificed that poor old man he always brought along.
However…
'What kind of enemy did he encounter…?'
Amelia dismissed the question that arose.
It doesn't matter who put him in this state.
What's important is that a feast has been laid out before her eyes.
She first bends down and checks his pulse.
'He's still alive.'
About two hours have passed since the labyrinth closed.
Judging by the circumstances, it seems like he's been unconscious until now. It's a time that's hard to endure for ordinary people, but this guy is no ordinary person. And the spear embedded in his shoulder probably helped stop the bleeding.
"You…"
That's when he opens his eyes with difficulty and looks at her.
It seems like he regained consciousness after sensing her presence.
Before he can say anything, Amelia speaks first.
"Dragonslayer, do you have any potions?"
"Waist…"
"I see."
Amelia then unties the pocket attached to his waist and takes it.
And she asks again,
"I'm about to pour a potion on you, is it okay if I pull this out?"
"Hurry up…"
As soon as she hears his answer, she pulls out the spear, and the bleeding starts again.
If she leaves him like this, even the Dragonslayer will surely die.
Amelia just stands there and watches.
"What are you doi… pour the po… tion…"
He finally senses something strange and asks, and she replies,
"Why should I?"
"A deal… we made a de… al…?"
"Ah, you're talking about the contract?"
Amelia chuckles involuntarily.
A long time ago, she made a contract with the lord of Noark. It's a contract that everyone in this city knows about.
She can't kill anyone within Noark.
It's a contract engraved on her body, making it impossible to break.
But…
"You're the one who asked me to pull out the spear, aren't you?"
She just did as he asked.
Although she's not sure since it's her first time using this kind of loophole, if it were a violation of the contract, she wouldn't have been able to do it in the first place.
"Damn… you…"
Amelia puts the pocket she took from him into her subspace pocket.
And she takes away the rest of his equipment.
The dagger at his waist, the ring on his finger, the bracers, the necklace, and so on.
They're all things she's been eyeing.
"Thank you for collapsing here. I'll put these to good use. Ah, but who the hell did this to you?"
He doesn't answer her mocking question.
He just glares at her with resentment.
Amelia doesn't bother continuing the conversation and just leans against the castle wall, watching him.
She's planning to leave after confirming his death, just in case.
But could it be that this guy's life isn't over yet?
Thud, thud.
She soon hears the footsteps of the castle guards patrolling from afar.
Amelia makes a quick judgment.
Everything the guards see and hear will be reported to the lord. If she's caught, it's over.
"You're lucky, Dragonslayer."
She clicks her tongue in disappointment.
If this guy died, the power of Orculus would have decreased that much.
"You, you won't get away with this."
He grits his teeth, realizing that he's alive.
He's saying he'll hold her accountable for this.
But Amelia just shrugs and approaches him.
"It doesn't matter. You won't remember anything anyway."
"…What?"
She takes out a pill.
It's a pill called 'Lethe's Blessing', developed by an alchemist from Noark.
Although it has the downside of not working on evil spirits, it's a convenient item that erases memories.
"Damn it!! Ugh, ugh!!"
Amelia grabs his jaw and forces the pill down his throat as he struggles.
For reference, the pill she just used isn't the standard type.
Its effectiveness decreases the higher the target's soul rank, so she used the best one she had, just in case.
The alchemist said that it could erase the memories of ordinary people for up to a week.
'It's better to be safe than sorry, considering who he is.'
She doesn't feel any regret.
It's not an item you can easily obtain again, but it's not a loss considering what she gained today.
And besides, the longer the memories are forgotten, the better.
He'll think he lost it in the labyrinth, not that he was robbed in this underground city.
'I should thank whoever it was.'
Amelia quickly leaves the castle walls, hearing the footsteps of the approaching guards.
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One of the three strands of the vine ring, which prevents encounters with Regal Vagos up to three times, has been broken.
In less than 10 minutes.
'Don't tell me, it's going to decrease once a day?'
I try to dismiss the anxiety that suddenly arises.
It wouldn't be too late to complain when the time comes, and besides, I think it's unlikely.
After all, it's something the Goddess said.
[You need to prepare to overcome fate in case all the strands of the ring are broken.]
The Goddess told me to prepare through her vessel.
She said that even though she knows how big the gap between me and that bastard is. But there's no way she would be so heartless as to give me just a month or two to prepare.
'…Right, in the end, the most important thing is when the last strand will break.'
I recall the proverb about moving breakfast to dinner and gather my wavering mind.
What does it matter how many acorns you get in the morning?
What's important is the total number of acorns. In other words, how long this ring will last.
'Let's just do what needs to be done.'
In that sense, I leave the temple after briefly discussing the reward. They said they would give me the reward when I visit again tomorrow.
"Then let's each go back and rest today and meet again tomorrow."
Just as we're about to leave after deciding on a meeting place, the dwarf cautiously stops us.
"Um, I don't know what you guys will think if I say this, but… how about we take Dwarkey's share of the reward and donate it to the orphanage?"
"I… I'm fine with that. It's money we wouldn't have received if it weren't for Dwarkey."
"I'm the same. It would be ridiculous for me to claim a share of this large sum of money."
In short, he's suggesting that we each donate 3.5 million stones to the orphanage. Unlike my companions, who readily agree, I keep my mouth shut.
Because it's not a rational act at all.
We even have a huge enemy called the Dragonslayer.
If we want to honor Dwarkey's will, it's better to use this money to make ourselves a little safer.
"…Bjorn, you don't have to do it. Unlike us, you were the one who suffered the most."
"Th, that's right. We're just doing this out of guilt, so don't feel pressured."
My companions say that, observing my expression as I remain silent.
If I just nod, the proposal will be accepted.
But…
"Let's discuss this properly when we meet next time. We haven't even received the money yet."
I put my decision on hold for now.
It's a suggestion that I should have rejected outright, but somehow, I can't bring myself to say it.
Phew, this is why I have to be careful about getting attached to people.
It makes rational judgment difficult.
I definitely wouldn't have even considered this if it were the old me.
"…Then see you tomorrow!"
We then part ways and head to our respective accommodations.
I also walk for about an hour along the peaceful streets and arrive at the inn, washing my blood- and sweat-stained body with clean water.
And as I lie down on the bed, lost in thought…
…someone knocks on the door.
It's Erwen.
"Um, mister? Are you there?"
I open the door, and she's there, wearing a flowing skirt as if she washed up and got dressed.
I talk to her, wondering what she wants, but the main topic is her chattering about what happened in the labyrinth.
Right, this was our daily routine.
Normally, I would have listened with interest, but it's difficult to do so today.
"Erwen, I'm tired, so go back today."
"Yes? But this is where it gets really interesting…"
"I'll listen to the rest next time. Go back today, I'm tired."
"Okay…"
Erwen leaves with her pointy ears drooping as I firmly dismiss her.
Silence falls. And I spend a long time alone in that silence.
Because if there's a problem, I need to fix it.
'Survival.'
It's been the biggest goal since I woke up in this body, and that hasn't changed.
But the process of achieving that goal is the problem.
[…Barbarian, you kept your oath, right?]
I broke the warrior's oath in front of everyone.
And I acted suspiciously countless times while leading the team.
Back then, I justified everything with the excuse of survival, but I know…
…that trust was the foundation of all those actions.
If there was anyone who suspected me of being an evil spirit, I wouldn't have done those things even if I were about to die.
[…Hey! Friend, hang in there!]
Sharing the top-grade potion with Rotmiller and Dwarkey was the same. It was an irrational choice that put everyone, including myself, at risk.
And the dilemma from earlier is not much different.
'3.5 million stones…'
I decide to admit it.
I've become weak.
The reason is simple.
Because I've become attached to others.
There's a big problem with my rational thinking, which was my biggest strength.
It's a problem I can't ignore if I want to survive in this world.
Then what's the solution?
"...."
I couldn't find the answer until the moment I fell asleep.
And the next morning…
…I received a letter.
The sender was an administrative branch of the Explorer's Guild.
The content was that I was designated as the beneficiary of Liol Wobu Dwarkey's inheritance and that I should visit to claim it.
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"Did you receive it too?"
"Yeah, you too?"
That's the first thing we talk about when we meet the next day.
It seems like all four of us received a letter from the guild…
But Dwarkey designated the orphanage as his beneficiary.
Then what happened?
"…Instead of talking among ourselves, it's better to visit the guild and ask directly."
We visit the guild together as the dwarf suggested.
And after hearing the details from the relevant department, it wasn't a clerical error or anything.
Dwarkey updated his will and designated the four of us as his beneficiaries.
And it was last month, in other words…
"…After we fought the troll."
Dwarkey, who almost died to the troll, updated his will as soon as he returned to the city.
He was already prepared.
For the worst-case scenario that I didn't even consider.
That positive and hopeful guy.
"...."
We leave the building like defeated soldiers, having received not only Dwarkey's equipment and backpack, which we had handed over to the guild, but also the ownership of a house he owned.
"I don't know… if we can ever repay the debt we owe him."
"Dwarkey wouldn't want us to repay it."
"Right, he definitely wouldn't have. So let's each use the money he left us for whatever we want. That's probably his only wish."
Afterwards, we head to the temple and receive the reward. The Pope is busy, so we can't meet him, and everything is handled through Krovitz.
I ask him to talk for a bit after telling the others to go to the bar first.
"Can you promise to keep everything I'm about to say a secret?"
"You can speak freely. As long as it doesn't go against God's will, I swear I won't tell anyone what my benefactor said."
Although the part about not going against God's will is a bit unsettling, I take out the Akro longsword and show it to him without hesitation.
"…It's the Dragonslayer's sword."
"When we try to use it, there's a rejection reaction. Do you know the reason? If it's because of a curse, I'd like to ask you to lift it."
"The power imbued in that item is not a curse."
Krovitz seems to know about this sword, as he continues explaining without hesitation.
It's a long story, but the gist is simple.
The original name of this sword was Dragonsword.
It was only after Regal Vagos killed the guardian dragon and escaped that it became known as Dragonslayer.
"Since ancient times, only Dragonkin have been able to use and wield this sword. The guardian dragon passed it down through generations, enjoying a near-immortal life."
"But he couldn't use this sword properly."
"Ah, that's because of the dragon's curse."
The guardian dragon left a curse before it died.
Because of that, Regal Vagos became a Dragonkin who wasn't a Dragonkin. His dragon scales were burned off, and even his heart, the source of his power, became closer to a human's.
He committed the sin of betraying his clan to obtain the sword, but he can't even use it.
"I know he's been searching for a way to lift the curse for a long time. But from what you said, Mr. Yandel, it seems like there was no way to completely overcome the curse."
"So you're saying that it's not the sword that's cursed, but him."
"Yes, that's right."
Afterwards, I ask what he thinks we should do with this sword that we can't even use, and Krovitz answers briefly,
"I believe the wisest course of action would be to return the sword to the Dragonkin and receive appropriate compensation."
Right, that's the only way.
It would be difficult to sell it as stolen goods since only Dragonkin can use it.
I decide to think about this later.
"I see. Thanks for the advice."
"You're welcome. You're a benefactor of our church. Please visit us anytime if you need my help."
"Ah, then does that mean I can get blessings for free from now on?"
"Haha, that's a bit…"
I asked just in case, but Krovitz laughs awkwardly and draws a clear line.
It seems like he wants to do it for me, but there was another oracle this morning.
"The star of twilight said that everything will unfold according to fate, and that we shouldn't try to go against her will by misinterpreting it."
It feels like the Goddess is saying this to me.
That she's repaid her debt by giving me one sacred relic, so I shouldn't try to get anything more.
"But I can always listen to your concerns, so please come visit when you're free."
I leave the temple after Krovitz's clergyman-like words.
And I head towards the bar we agreed on.
"Ah, you're here? Have a seat."
All three of them are already drinking.
However, the atmosphere is completely different from when we usually finish an expedition.
They're just silently drinking, without any laughter or chatter.
I realize once again…
…that although we made a lot of money this time, we also lost a lot.
'The window seat is empty.'
That table at the bar where the five of us used to gather.
But the empty chair will never be filled again.
However, we don't mention it and just have a conversation about reality.
"Let's split the reward and the remaining money equally among the four of us."
"Alright."
Even the dwarf, who initially suggested donating Dwarkey's share to the orphanage, just nods.
It was somewhat expected.
In the first place, he made that suggestion to respect Dwarkey's will.
If he wanted us to use his precious inheritance, we'll just follow his wish.
Everyone quietly commemorates Dwarkey and drinks.
So I also spend my time like that.
"He… wasn't the type to go like that…"
The dwarf, who was chugging his drinks, is the first to bury his head on the table. Rotmiller then leaves, saying he'll take him home, and Misha and I are left alone.
"Bjorn, let's go back too…"
As always, we walk to the inn together. Misha staggers from the alcohol.
"Lean on me."
"Ah, thank you."
It's still a bright afternoon.
We walk through the crowded streets, reeking of alcohol.
As usual, my accommodation is closer, and it's time to part ways. However, we just stand there in front of the door, looking at each other.
"...."
"...."
Maybe it's because of the alcohol, but the atmosphere is strangely heated.
Right, that's what I would have thought normally.
Because that's easier.
Because that's what's appropriate for me.
I would have pretended not to notice and brushed it off like a clueless barbarian.
But…
"Ah… I, I'll be going now. Rest—"
"Misha Kaltstein."
I grab her wrist as she turns away, avoiding my gaze.
Because I made a promise to him.
[You're… perceptive. Please don't ignore it anymore.]
He told me not to ignore it.
He left those words for me during that precious time when he could have confessed his feelings to Misha.
And I answered that I understood.
So…
"Huh?"
It's time to confront it.
Misha, whose wrist is in my grasp, looks at me with a questioning gaze.
I take a deep breath and sober up a bit.
And I ask directly,
"Do you… like me as a man?"
It wasn't a romantic line, and the atmosphere wasn't romantic either.
It was just a blunt question, as befits a barbarian.
But Misha didn't get angry.
She didn't laugh it off, saying, 'what are you talking about?'
She flinched for a moment and then looked down at the ground, avoiding my gaze. However, after shuffling her feet for a while, Misha raised her head and looked up at me.
And she answered quietly,
"…Yes. I like you. As a man."
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Misha once said firmly:
[I… like skinny guys.]
[Eek!! It means you have no charm as a man!!]
It was what she said when she misunderstood my offer of a companion contract as a confession, back when we were stranded in the Witch's Forest.
I was relieved by her words.
There's a saying, 'there's no such thing as friends between men and women', right?
I thought that if her preferences were this clear, we could maintain a companion relationship without any awkwardness, even if we stayed together for a long time.
But…
[Come sit down quickly. You'll get sick if you sleep without eating.]
Misha's attitude towards me gradually changed.
She would come by every morning to wake me up, and we would eat the food she made together.
She even gave me meat.
Honestly, it felt like I had a girlfriend, not just a companion.
At first, I thought she was trying to repay the debt of saving her life, but…
"…Yes. I like you. As a man."
Right, so that was it.
"Did you know?"
"I wasn't sure."
To be precise, I was avoiding it. She didn't even mention it directly. I didn't face the issue, thinking it might all be my misunderstanding.
Because if I knew, there would only be one choice.
"I, I see…"
Looking at Misha, who's facing me with a trembling gaze, I realize how cowardly I've been.
If I had faced this problem earlier, I could have resolved it differently.
I could have subtly pushed her away.
Before Misha's feelings grew to the point where even Dwarkey told me not to ignore it.
Right, that's what would have happened.
"So… what do you… think?"
Now there are two choices.
Either I embrace her and fuel the flames…
…or I put out the fire before it grows.
The answer was already decided.
"I…"
I'm an evil spirit, a player.
I'm not Bjorn Yandel, and I haven't given up on my desire to return home yet.
But I can't say that.
Dwarkey also said it would be cowardly to expect her true feelings without showing her my true self.
So I speak honestly,
"I consider you a precious companion."
Misha's answer comes after a brief pause.
"Right… I'm… not good enough?"
"It would be the same for anyone else. I don't have the luxury for that. We don't know when we'll die. And besides, it hasn't even been a year since I finished my coming-of-age ceremony."
It's a time when survival should be prioritized.
And Misha needs to continue exploring with me.
If we get entangled in romantic feelings, it will be difficult to make rational judgments when faced with choices.
And that will put both of us in danger.
So…
"I hope you'll also consider me just as a companion."
I draw a line, facing reality even now.
But no matter how much I try to sugarcoat it with words about caring for each other, the essence of it is selfishness.
Misha firmly rejects my offer.
"No!"
"…What?"
"Why should I? In the first place, I didn't even intend to confess today, you bad barbarian! You liar! You asked as if you would accept it!!"
Misha shouts in annoyance and punches me in the solar plexus.
Thwack!
I feel a chill that reaches my heart.
As if her anger hasn't subsided, Misha continues shouting.
"Who asked you to accept me? I know. That you're not in a position to do that! But! To tell me not to even like you, isn't that too cruel?!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Cold damage stacks rapidly.
Just as I'm about to say something, Misha weakly places her hand on my chest.
"I… I don't even expect much. I think… this is already more than I deserve. So can't you just not say that? Why… why are you taking even that away from me…?"
I feel a tremor from where Misha is touching me.
Although I can't see her face because her head is down, it's not difficult to imagine her expression.
I keep my mouth shut. I feel like I don't deserve to offer any words or actions of comfort. The silence drags on, and then the trembling stops.
"...."
Misha steps back and glares at me with red, swollen eyes.
And…
"You're not getting any dinner tomorrow."
…she leaves after those spiteful words.
I stay there like a statue, watching her retreating figure.
Creak.
As I enter the inn, the owner at the counter clicks his tongue, looking at me.
"You were the one who was wrong today."
I already knew that without him telling me.
Thud, thud.
I climb the stairs and open the door to my room.
It's still Bjorn Yandel's small, cramped room.
It's time to accept it.
"...."
I'm not weak because I've become attached to them.
I tried not to get attached because I knew I was weak.
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The next morning.
Misha, who said I wasn't getting any dinner, came to my room and woke me up.
With a healthy lunchbox full of carrots.
"Chew your food properly. Okay?"
I chew and swallow everything since I'm guilty.
It doesn't take long since I'm eating as if I've forgotten how to breathe. However, Misha speaks first as I look around awkwardly after finishing the meal.
"Isn't it fine just the way it is now?"
"But…"
"What 'but'? You have no say in this. So don't feel pressured. I'm just doing what I want to do."
It's the conclusion she reached after a night of contemplation.
There's no room for me to interfere.
Misha is more mature than I am.
She's saying this resolutely because she doesn't want this relationship to become any more awkward.
Well, this ambiguous settlement isn't what Dwarkey wanted, but…
"Alright."
"Right, then let's not talk about this anymore. Got it?"
"Got it."
With that, the issue is settled for now.
Well, it's not like anything has changed compared to before, but anyway…
"Come out when you're done washing up. We need to get going."
After the meal, I wash up quickly and leave with Misha. And we head towards the meeting place and meet up with the others, then go to Commelby together.
The atmosphere in the carriage is quite heavy.
"I think this is our first time going there together like this?"
Although the dwarf tries to lighten the mood, strictly speaking, it's not like we're all going together.
We can't do that anymore, even if we want to.
"…Let's just finish our business and go back."
It's a bit better once we arrive in Commelby.
We repair our equipment and sell what needs to be sold. And lastly, we stop by the Central Administrative Office to sign the contract transferring the ownership of Dwarkey's house to the dwarf.
The reason is simple.
The dwarf said he wanted to buy it.
"…Why are you going so far? I'm sure Dwarkey wouldn't want you to do that."
"Haha! It was always my dream to have my own house. And I have a lump sum of money now."
"Well, that's enough worrying, just take it and sign."
We sign the document in front of the administrative office employee who's notarizing it, and Dwarkey's house officially becomes the dwarf's property.
For reference, the appraised value of the house, according to the administrative office, is 24 million stones.
However, since I heard that it would sell for about 20% less at auction, we only received 5 million stones per person.
"Then let's go back and have a drink."
We finish our business and return to the residential district, heading towards the bar. And we have our final settlement.
We divide all the income, including the magic stones, into four.
Although there are slight differences because of things like equipment repair costs and consumable expenses in the labyrinth…
'25 million stones…'
A huge sum of money is in my hands.
The dwarf only has 10 million stones left after buying the house…
Ah, for reference, it was agreed that Dragonslayer and the 'Tempered Wish' I used in the labyrinth would be considered my share.
"The fact that he sacrificed himself to save us… it must be a truly valuable treasure. But we're not shameless enough to be greedy for that."
"It's the same for the Dragonslayer. If it weren't for you, he would have taken that item with him."
I'm very grateful for their words.
If we were to convert those items into money and split it four ways, we would have to go bankrupt several times over.
"Alright, then let's drink."
After a few more rounds of drinks, I subtly bring up the topic.
"It seems like it's time to talk about the team."
One spot on the team is vacant.
But I'm not planning to fill that spot, I'm going to tell them that Misha and I are leaving the team.
However…
"I have something to say to everyone about that."
The dwarf beat me to it.
"I'm quitting being an explorer."
"What?"
"I'm sorry to bring this up at a time like this. But it's a decision I made after thinking about it all day yesterday, so please understand."
Rotmiller asks at the dwarf's declaration,
"What are you planning to do after you quit?"
"I'm going to open a blacksmith's workshop. That's why I bought that guy's house. I thought if I didn't do it now, I would never be able to."
No wonder he wanted to buy Dwarkey's house.
He was planning to renovate it and turn it into a blacksmith's workshop.
"I became an explorer to escape reality. I gave up on my dream because I had no talent and needed money to survive. But I don't want to have any regrets. That would be an insult to him."
No one could object to the dwarf's firm words.
They just wished him well in his future endeavors.
"…I hope you achieve your dream."
"Oh, a blacksmith's workshop? You're becoming the boss now? I'll definitely come visit."
"If I need to go to a blacksmith's, I'll go to your shop from now on."
"Yeah, that's right! Just thinking about it makes me excited! Hahaha!"
After the dwarf's departure becomes a certainty, Rotmiller speaks up.
"Murad, don't feel too bad. I was also planning to leave the team after this expedition."
"What? You? Why?"
"I realized my own shortcomings. That's all."
The dwarf is speechless at his brief answer.
But did Rotmiller already expect this reaction?
He continues without any change in expression.
"Actually, I already told Bjorn about it. I didn't imagine it would end like this back then. But since we have a lot of money now, I'm going to take some time to improve myself."
"…I believe that with your diligence and perseverance, you'll achieve your goal someday, no matter what it is."
The dwarf's sincere words end, and their gazes turn to Misha and me.
They're probably curious about what we're going to do.
I briefly reveal our future ambitions.
"We're going to form a new team. And we're going to climb even higher."
"Right, I knew you would say that."
"Miss Kaltstein will have a hard time."
"…Well, it's my karma. And besides, there's nothing else I can do."
We all raise our glasses and toast.
The last drinking party as Team Misfits.
We spend our time saying goodbye, blessing and cheering for each other's futures, and reminiscing about our shared memories.
As always, time flows relentlessly, and soon the dwarf and Misha get drunk and bury their heads on the table.
"It's time to call it a night."
I smile bitterly at Rotmiller.
It was always the two of us who cleaned up at the end of our drinking sessions.
It's a fitting end for Team Misfits.
Just as I'm thinking that and getting up…
"Bjorn, I have something to ask you."
Unlike usual, Rotmiller calls out to me in a low voice.
As if he had been waiting for the other two to fall asleep.
"…Go ahead."
I look at him, feeling a strange sense of pressure, and Rotmiller asks me after a brief pause,
"Are you an evil spirit?"
The biggest task remains for the safe disbandment of Team Misfits.
-x-X-x-
Rotmiller is different from Misha and the dwarf.
As a scout, he's observant, perceptive, and has years of experience.
Tsk, I didn't expect him to ask so directly.
'…It's my karma, so I have to deal with it.'
There's only one option that comes to mind right away.
Admitting that I'm an evil spirit and appealing to his emotions is ridiculous, so I have no choice but to act outraged and smash his head in.
But…
'No matter how I think about it, it's strange.'
It's not just that his judgment is clouded by emotions.
I know Rotmiller well. If he truly thought I was an evil spirit, he wouldn't be having this conversation with me.
To put it simply, he's like a herbivore.
In other words, it means that even Rotmiller isn't certain about his words.
And besides, I don't feel any malice from him.
I quickly decide on my position.
'As expected, it's best to deny it and observe the situation.'
Of course, I'm not going to make excuses and beg him to believe me.
That's not the way of a manly barbarian.
I break the 3-second silence and speak coldly,
"Rotmiller, I hope there's another reason why you're insulting me."
It's like saying that I'm giving him a chance to explain because he's my precious companion.
Actually, it's not even a lie.
If it weren't for Rotmiller, my fist would have already been flying towards his head.
However, he just chuckles.
"You probably thought I was genuinely angry. If I didn't know you well."
"What?"
"Oaths, honor, and such. You're not someone who's bound by empty formalities. You're not impatient enough to be swayed by emotions."
Rotmiller knows me too well to be fooled by acting. And even the warrior's oath, which used to be a cheat code, won't work.
Therefore, I also slightly change my position.
"…Even I would feel offended if I heard that from a companion."
"Hmm, that's true."
Rotmiller shrugs and finishes his drink.
The atmosphere has softened considerably compared to before.
"But you're so unique."
Rotmiller continues.
A barbarian who reads books.
A barbarian who's not swayed by emotions.
A practical barbarian who values practicality over honor. Most of it could be brushed off as him being extraordinary.
Except for one thing.
A barbarian who knows information that a warrior with less than a year of experience could never know.
"Back then, in the labyrinth, you said you heard a revelation."
After returning to the Tower of Heaven, I told my curious companions that I heard a revelation from Behella, the ancestor god.
After all, it's a world where gods exist.
Misha and the dwarf just accepted it.
Even Rotmiller, who I was worried about, didn't say anything, so I thought I had gotten away with it.
But…
"Who would believe something like that? I didn't believe it either. That's why I thought you might be an evil spirit."
Right, so he was thinking this behind my back.
Well, if you assume I'm an evil spirit, everything would make sense.
In the first place, that was the truth.
However, the situation is very positive.
"So you're saying you don't think so now?"
Rotmiller nods without hesitation at my question and continues,
"The book I read described evil spirits as beings who see everyone in the world as puppets. But you weren't like that."
Although he placed little value on honor, he cared for his tribe enough to give advice and guide the young warriors.
He felt a sense of loss and anger at the death of his companion.
It's something an ordinary evil spirit would never do.
The path I've walked has become a shield that protects me, without any need for clumsy excuses.
Well, it seems like there was another factor that completely dispelled Rotmiller's suspicion.
"And besides, the Goddess of Stars gave you an oracle, didn't she? How could I possibly doubt you after seeing that with my own eyes?"
The oracle given by Leathlas, the Goddess of Stars.
Although I grumbled about the vine breaking after just one day, it really was a stroke of luck.
"It made me realize how narrow-minded I was. The reason I thought you were an evil spirit was because I was looking at you with the eyes of a criminal."
No, but he was right…
I suppress my twitching conscience and continue listening to Rotmiller.
"There are definitely people in this world who are loved by the gods. And history called them heroes."
"…That's a bit much."
"Huhu, I knew you would say that. You have a tendency to underestimate yourself. But at least I truly believe that."
I'm speechless at Rotmiller's sudden barrage of compliments.
It would be ridiculous to just agree, wouldn't it?
I push aside my awkwardness and ask the last thing I'm curious about.
"But then why did you bring it up?"
Rotmiller doesn't think I'm an evil spirit.
Maybe he did before, but not now.
Then why did he take the risk of asking me directly?
The answer is completely unexpected.
"I wanted to give you a warning and some advice."
"Warning and advice?"
"Yes, you're wise, but you're also naive in this aspect. No matter how much you trust your companions, you need to know how to hide yourself."
"I don't understand what you mean."
"You're going to form a new team, aren't you? Your uniqueness will inevitably stand out like an awl in a pocket. Maybe someone like me will appear and try to judge you."
Rotmiller says that…
…since I can't go around telling people about the oracle, I should hide myself as much as possible.
That this will protect me from potential dangers.
"As someone who has lived an ordinary life, I wanted to tell you this."
"…I see. Thank you. I'll always remember your advice."
"Hmm, I got a bit carried away. Let's end it here. I'll carry Murad."
And so, the last drinking party of Team Misfits ends.
Unlike usual, we part ways without making any promises to meet again.
"I wish you all the best in your journey."
Team Misfits.
I've truly received a lot from them.
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The conversation with Rotmiller was beneficial.
Not because of the advice he gave me…
…but because the situation itself gave me a wake-up call.
Although I managed to get through it this time…
'…it could happen again anytime.'
There's no guarantee that it won't happen again.
Therefore, I think about it.
What if a companion, someone I've become attached to, is certain that I'm an evil spirit?
And even has evidence?
"…."
I don't bother putting the answer into words.
Nothing would change even if I did.
I'll survive, even if it means becoming a terrible person.
'…I need to be more careful.'
To prevent that tragedy…
…I decide to be more cautious in my every action.
Just like when I first fell into this strange world.
To think that the only one I can trust is myself…
…and to be even more thorough in my calculations and actions.
If I truly care about them, that's the right thing to do.
"Bjorn, what are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing."
"You're not thinking about anything weird I might have said while I was drunk yesterday, are you…?"
The morning after Team Misfits' last gathering. I go out with Misha and head towards the Grand Temple.
There was no need for her to come with me…
…but we have to stop by Commelby together later anyway.
"It's good to see you again. Do you have any concerns?"
We call for Krovitz as soon as we arrive at the temple.
The young paladin in his early thirties looks puzzled, seeing me visit again after just two days.
I get straight to the point.
"It's not a concern, I have a request."
"A request… I'll hear you out."
The Dragonslayer, no, the Dragon Sword. Although it's a valuable treasure, I've judged that it's just a burden to keep.
"May the star of twilight guide us. They'll be very pleased."
Did he judge that it's for the greater good?
Krovitz readily agrees and says he'll arrange a meeting with them.
It's a relief.
In the first place, it would be a difficult task for a 6th-grade barbarian to even meet the leaders of the Dragonkin…
'And since we're meeting through the temple, they won't try to rip us off or steal it.'
"I'll contact you at the address you left when the date is set."
"Thank you for your help."
Okay, then that matter is settled.
I leave the temple with Misha and get on a carriage heading to Commelby.
And as soon as we get off, we head to the Central Exchange.
The reason is simple.
'I need to upgrade my Spirit Engraving first.'
If it gets out that I received an oracle, there's a chance I'll be kicked out of the tribe.
So I need to reach at least the 6th stage before that happens.
From the 6th stage onwards, you need materials as well as money.
"Are you registering for consignment?"
"I'm here to find an item."
I say that and hand the document I prepared to the employee.
Heart of Immortality.
It's a material that can be obtained with an extremely low probability from troll byproducts acquired through the 'Distortion' spell.
Although it's expensive, it's much more profitable to just buy it if you have enough money. It's an item that even those who specialize in hunting trolls would only obtain once every few months.
"There's one item that matches your criteria. Would you like to see the information?"
I pay 3,000 stones for the search fee and check the price. It's 18 million stones.
Phew, it's 1 million stones more expensive than last time.
"…I'll buy it."
Although it's a bit disappointing, I buy it without hesitation.
It's an item that's so rare that there's only one listed in the entire exchange. There's no guarantee when it will be available again if this one is sold.
'If the 6th stage is this expensive, I'll practically have to obtain the materials myself from the 7th stage onwards.'
With that thought, I arrive at the item storage and check the item for any defects before receiving it.
With this, my goal for today is complete.
And now it's Misha's turn.
"Let's change your sword this time."
"…Is that why you brought me here?"
Misha looks at me as if asking why I'm deciding for her, but she doesn't object strongly.
It's not strange.
She must be starting to feel the limits of steel.
"Our goal for the new team is to reach the 6th floor, so don't worry about saving money."
"…If I find something I like."
We look for a suitable item while considering Misha's opinion since it's a weapon she'll be using.
It takes longer than expected.
We agreed on buying an Iril longsword, which is a 3rd-tier alloy made by mixing mithril and steel, but the problem is choosing the design.
"Ah, I told you we're not choosing based on looks!"
"Right, let's go with that. Anyway, just pick one quickly. For reference, I like this one."
"Ugh, as expected of a barbarian. You really think anything heavy is good enough, don't you?"
Although she grumbles, Misha chooses carefully.
The weight distribution, reach, and such are also important, right? I'm quite surprised as she even rattles off the names of famous blacksmiths.
She's an explorer too.
"Wow, I can't believe the day would come when I'm using a sword that costs 12 million stones…"
"We could have saved 4 million stones if we skipped the enchantment."
"But if we're going to buy one, we should buy a good one! I'm going to use it for the rest of my life!"
Misha hugs the sword as if it's a baby after receiving it from the storage.
And she mutters with determination,
"Ugh, I really need to save the rest of the money…"
I tilt my head.
"Why would you save money? Use all the remaining money to buy 'Beast's Blood' after leaving enough for necessities."
"…Huh?"
If barbarians have Spirit Engravings, beastmen have Spirit Beasts. Spirit Beasts grow over time, but if you feed them 'Beast's Blood', that time is shortened.
"Didn't I tell you not to worry about saving money?"
"…Is it really okay to spend it all like this?"
"It's not just spending, it's an investment for the future."
Misha also said that it would be better to just buy essences, but I don't think that's very rational. Most essences above 5th grade cost tens of millions of stones.
And there's no need to buy anything below that.
"You haven't even unlocked your Spirit Beast's abilities yet. I think it's best to focus on that for now."
In the end, Misha uses all her remaining assets to buy 'Beast's Blood' after setting aside her emergency funds, convinced by my strong persuasion.
She said she'll drink it when we get home…
…and we'll find out tomorrow if any of the abilities are activated.
"Then let's go back."
We return to the residential district after several hours of spending money.
It's around 8:00 PM.
The sun is setting, and dusk is approaching.
'I'll go to the sanctuary tomorrow morning and get the Spirit Engraving, and that's one thing done…'
I organize the things I need to do before the next labyrinth opens.
There are three things left.
1. Meet the Dragonkin and return Dragonslayer.
2. Obtain information about Orculus and Noark.
3. Form a new team.
Ah, come to think of it, I haven't asked her about this.
I ask her right away since it came to mind.
"Misha, do you have any preferences when it comes to finding companions?"
I've roughly decided on the composition for the remaining three spots, but I need to hear Misha's opinion as well.
After all, she's a founding member…
…and she has much more experience as an explorer than I do.
I figure I might be able to get some advice on things I haven't even considered.
"Uh…"
Misha contemplates seriously and then speaks cautiously,
"That… I, I'd prefer if there were no fairies."
It's an unexpected request.
-x-X-x-
Me, the tank, and Misha, the ice-attribute melee damage dealer.
We need to recruit three more teammates to complete the composition.
'One priest, one mage, and one archer/scout.'
This was the first configuration that came to mind.
Should I call it the fundamental composition of [Dungeon and Stone]?
Since the Vampire essence is gone, the presence of a priest would be a great help to the team.
But...
'Priest is out.'
Actually, it's a bit of a stretch to say 'out'.
I asked Krovitz if he could introduce me to a priest, but he flatly refused.
He said that the team needs at least three members who are 5th-grade or higher, and that we need a certain level of achievement points with the temple...
'The basic recruitment conditions have become stricter than in the game.'
It's a shame, but it's not a critical issue.
Although having a priest greatly increases the team's stability, I also intentionally excluded them because of the drawback of reduced damage.
'I'm starting to get a sense of how to build the team.'
That evening, after learning the shocking truth that Misha was a racist...
I finished organizing my thoughts, got dressed, and went out.
And I went to a bar I remembered.
Clang!
As soon as I opened the door, I saw the Black Bear lady with her impressive physique. When she asked if I was alone, I gave her the bear-like man's name, and she clicked her tongue and pointed to one side.
The 5th-grade explorer, the bear-like man, was wearing an apron and serving drinks and food to the customers.
"Geez, there are no customers, and he keeps calling only his friends."
I ignored the words coming from behind and sat down at an empty table. And when the bear-like man finished serving, I quietly raised my hand to call him.
"Ah, just a moment. I'll be right the… Bjorn Yandel?"
"Let's talk."
The bear-like man looked around cautiously at my words, checking the counter. Wow, I didn't know he was whipped.
Although I was only planning to talk briefly, I ordered two snacks and two drinks. I judged that this would make both of us feel less awkward.
"...Ahem."
The bear-like man brought the drinks and snacks and sat across from me with an awkward expression.
And he said defensively,
"It, it's not always like this. You know? It's just that the shop has been busy lately..."
Although it seemed quite empty for a busy shop, I didn't say anything.
What's so embarrassing about living a domestic life?
The bear-like man then opened his mouth as if to change the subject.
"So you coming here means you left your original team, right?"
"...The team disbanded."
"Judging by your expression, you lost someone."
I didn't confirm or deny.
However, was my silence enough to answer his question?
The bear-like man smiled bitterly and took a gulp of his drink.
"It's a shitty thing."
"Yeah, it was."
I also took a gulp of my drink and then ordered two more. And we started talking in earnest.
"How many members do you have?"
"Just two so far."
"You and that Red Cat woman."
"Yeah. So what's your answer?"
"Alright, I'll join you."
The bear-like man asked several questions after readily agreeing.
What floor we were aiming for, how the loot would be distributed...
And how we would fill the remaining two spots.
I briefly explained the composition I had in mind.
"First, we'll definitely add a mage. And the remaining spot... we'll have to fill it with a scout."
Actually, there was also the option of putting Erwen in the archer position instead of the bear-like man. However, it's uncertain how well she would do since she's only been taking scout lessons for a few months.
And besides, since the bear-like man has a tank summon, he can somewhat compensate for the absence of a priest, which led to my decision.
"We'll hire a scout until we find a Guide. And for the rest, excluding the scout, we'll split the loot equally."
The bear-like man nodded.
And then he asked bluntly,
"If I'm a Guide, can you increase my share?"
"What?"
"I mean it literally."
What the hell is this man talking about?
Is he saying he's a Guide?
If so, I don't understand at all.
"Didn't you say you wandered around the 1st floor for 19 hours?"
"...Did I tell you the time too?"
"The rift opened around 7:00 PM on Day 1."
The bear-like man was wandering around the Crystal Cave at that time.
Because he couldn't find the portal to the 2nd floor.
For a Guide, who can accurately sense the direction of the portal regardless of their location in the labyrinth, to be on the 1st floor until that time?
Considering that Rotmiller's fastest record is 6 hours, it doesn't make sense.
But...
"Ah, that's... the Crystal Cave is a bit complicated, isn't it?"
"Huh?"
"I know where the portals are, but it's always difficult to find my way there."
The bear-like man continued, saying that he only told them the direction, and his other companions were the ones who actually found the way.
I couldn't help but ask,
"...So you're saying you're a Guide, but you have a terrible sense of direction?"
"Ahem! My former companions used to say that. Honestly, it's hard to accept, but..."
What's there to accept?
The portal to the 2nd floor is something that even an ordinary person can find in a day just by following the compass.
'A Guide with a terrible sense of direction...'
Although I wonder if such a thing is even possible, I try not to show it and wrap up the conversation.
"I'll think about the distribution. I need to hear the opinions of the others who will join us."
"That's enough."
"Then the conversation is over."
I have my first companion.
Avman Urikfrit.
A 5th-grade archer with a tank summon, and a Guide with practically zero navigation skills.
"I look forward to working with you, Bjorn, son of Yandel."
Is it just my imagination that I'm already seeing a reincarnation of Team Misfits, just with higher specs?
____________________
We clink glasses to celebrate becoming companions, but...
The lady glares at us.
"Honey, how long are you going to play around?"
"Ho, honey? No, this isn't playing around."
The bear-like man hurriedly gets up and approaches his wife, and they have a conversation I can't hear.
At first, it seems like he's getting scolded...
"Oh my, why didn't you tell me sooner? That he's going to be your companion."
But it seems like they talked things out, as the lady approaches us with a friendly smile.
"Nice to meet you. You have the title of Little Balkan, right? I'm relieved now, seeing how tall and strong you are."
"Th, that's good to hear."
"Yes. Honestly, I didn't like his previous companions. How could they not show their faces even once after being on the same team for over half a year?"
Huh?
"...Previous companions?"
I thought he was soloing?
I subtly look at the bear-like man. He's shaking his head violently, his face pale.
I remember our conversation from the other day.
[You were entering the labyrinth alone even though you have a wife?]
[The shop hasn't been doing well lately. I have to work hard and earn money, don't I?]
Working hard is good, but I can't believe he was lying to his wife and soloing.
It feels like my illusions are shattering, one after another.
I thought he would be a reliable and wise companion, strong as a bear.
But now that I see it, he's just a guy who lives for today.
"Anyway, consider today's drinks on me. And although he's lacking, please take care of my husband."
I leave the bar as if running away, not wanting to get caught in the middle of their family matters. And as soon as I arrive at the inn...
"Oh, mister. Have you been drinking?"
Erwen is sitting in the lobby on the 1st floor, waiting for me with a drink. I thought she might have come to finish our conversation from the other day, but...
"I'm sorry!"
Erwen apologizes before I can even say anything.
"Sorry? What do you mean?"
"I didn't know that something like that happened to your companion..."
"How did you know?"
"Mister's expression looked so bad that I asked your other companion."
When I ask who she's talking about, she answers that it was the dwarf. It seems like he told her everything without suspicion after I said he was my former companion...
But fortunately, he didn't mention anything about the oracle or the Dragonslayer.
"You must have been in pain, right? I know how it feels to lose something."
Erwen sniffles and touches my hand.
I feel incredibly embarrassed. It's like being comforted by a three-year-old.
And it's also belated.
I've already come to terms with it.
"...Let's not talk about that. Anyway, it's good that you came. I had something to tell you."
"Something to tell me? Uh, but we still have things to talk about..."
"Things to talk about?"
"...Never mind. So what did you want to say?"
I sit down across from Erwen.
And I ask directly,
"I'm forming a new team, are you interested in joining?"
I wasn't originally planning to include Erwen.
Of course, it's not because of Misha's request.
It's just that after much deliberation, I decided on the bear-like man for the archer position, and there were no spots left.
However, the situation changed when I found out that the bear-like man is a Guide.
The scout position I was going to fill became vacant.
'Her combat power is lacking right now, but if I raise her well, she'll definitely be able to pull her weight.'
The fact that she's taking scout lessons from her sister is a huge plus.
It would be perfect if she could navigate with the bear-like man.
"I..."
Erwen struggles to answer after a long silence.
"I'm really happy that you offered. So please don't misunderstand."
Hmm, so it's a refusal.
"Is it because of your sister?"
"No, it's because of me. I still have a lot to learn from my sister."
It's an unexpected answer.
Well, it's not that I don't understand.
Indeed, it's better for her growth to stick with her sister for now. She's only been taking scout lessons for a few months, and I can't teach her things like spirit magic.
"I see. Alright."
"I... you're not angry, right? Are you?"
"Of course not. It's a good decision. You've become a real explorer now."
"Ah, it's been a while since I received a compliment..."
Erwen, who was staring blankly into space for a moment, clears her throat and regains her composure.
And she speaks with a determined voice,
"Please wait six months. Just six months, and I'll have learned everything I can from my sister and join your team."
Uh, thanks for the thought, but...
This makes it seem like I sent her as an industrial spy.
I can almost hear her sister's heart breaking.
_____________________
The next morning.
I head to the sanctuary as soon as I wake up, without even washing up.
It's a rational decision that there's no need to wash up when I'm going to a place swarming with barbarians.
'It feels like I'm back home.'
Although I'm not actually a barbarian, I feel a sense of comfort when I see the green forest of this place. There was a time when I was uncomfortable because I was afraid of the chieftain, but at least that's not the case now.
Is that why?
'Damn it.'
The oracle suddenly comes to mind, and my heart feels heavy.
My intuition, honed by misfortune, is telling me...
...that a secret known by over ten people won't be kept forever.
'Even if I finish the 6th stage today, it will take years to reach the 9th stage...'
Unlike the other races who abandoned outdated traditions, barbarians are ridiculously stubborn.
If it gets out that I received an oracle from the Goddess of Stars, not the ancestor god, the chieftain will try to ostracize me, even if I'm a super rookie.
'I'll think about that later...'
I walk through the forest and head towards the center of the sanctuary.
And I see young warriors gathered in an empty clearing. Small warriors who are honing their martial arts, waiting for the day of their coming-of-age ceremony.
It's a sight I always see when I come here, but...
'Is that, Karon...?'
I see a familiar barbarian face among the young warriors.
Karon, son of Tarson.
Once a naive baby barbarian, he has now embraced the darkness of the world and become a fine warrior.
He's standing in front of the young barbarians.
As if he's a training instructor.
"Everyone, repeat after me. Humans are?"
"Enemies!"
"Our hearts?"
"We must protect them!"
Although it's a forceful, indoctrination-style education, even this much will greatly increase their survival rate.
I watch them with a proud smile.
Until I realize one thing.
'But what's that?'
The appearance of Karon, son of Tarson, and a few senior barbarians who seem to be following him, is strange.
They're carrying three or four backpacks each.
I wonder if it's some kind of fashion trend among barbarians, but...
"Instructor! What are those bags?"
One of the young warriors raises his hand and asks, as if it looks strange to him too.
Karon answers with a smile, as if he's been waiting for this.
"Good question, young warrior! This is Robert, this is John, and this is Aiden..."
Karon points to the backpacks he's carrying on his left, right, front, and back, and calls out their names.
"Hahaha! They sound like people's names!"
A baby barbarian giggles.
But...
"Because they are people's names."
Karon is no longer smiling.
"...Wh, what do you mean?"
Karon explains in great detail how he obtained those backpacks to the shocked baby barbarians.
And then he continues his mental education.
"Everyone, repeat after me. Humans are?"
"Enemies!!!!!"
"Our hearts?"
"We must protect them!!!!"
"Bjorn, son of Yandel, is?"
"A great warrior!!!!!"
I'm speechless as I watch them.
"..."
...What the hell have I done?