Charleschan…. The leader of the Yoma Clan, who wields sorcery, a Rank 5 warrior, had suddenly appeared on the scene.
“My dear girl. It seems you’ve killed quite a few of my people. I almost thought you were luring me with a trail of blood.”
“…”
She followed the trail of bodies? Even though the monsters in the dungeon dispose of the corpses, there are limits.
【Charleschan】【Race: Dark Elf♀】【Rank 5】
【Mana Capacity: 354/380】【HP: 197/210】
【Overall Combat Strength: 1611 (Body Enhancement in progress: 2097)】
“Is it you…? If you interfere with my battle, I’ll kill you first.”
Still wielding his Greatsword, Dowhill took a step back as if to restart his battle with me, releasing his Intimidation along with his gaze.
“I wouldn’t mind… but that would only benefit that girl.”
Charleschan didn’t change her expression even amidst the Intimidation and Killing Intent released by Dowhill, only directing her gaze towards me.
…She’s reading me. I thought that if there was a free-for-all between the Gouma and Yoma, I might see a chance for victory, but Charleschan doesn’t seem inclined to let me escape.
“You insist on interfering? But either way, you and I are rivals competing against each other. I’ll take both your head and the brat’s, and claim it as a special achievement.”
“Can you do it? You? Very well. We feel the same way. Including the warriors of ours that you killed, we’ll deal with you just like we’ll deal with the girl.”
As soon as the two finished speaking, Killing Intent burst forth from the warriors of both the Gouma and Yoma.
It’s a free-for-all after all, but the Killing Intent directed at me hasn’t weakened in the slightest. For the Gouma Clan, I was an opponent they couldn’t touch until now because of their leader, and for the Yoma Clan, the warriors probably hold a grudge for the comrades I killed.
If I’m not careful, I might have to face both clans at the same time.
“Then… let’s go!!”
Dowhill, leaping off the stone floor, aimed for me first.
I don’t know if he prioritized settling things with me, or if he hated the idea of Charleschan taking my life, but I, who had been on guard from the start, leaned back and somersaulted, pulling out a Knife from the gap in my skirt as I flipped and threw it.
“Don’t underestimate me!”
Dowhill didn’t even bother dodging the Throwing Knife, catching it with his forehead plate, and charged in without slowing down.
A flash of the Greatsword swung horizontally. Death could be seen just from grazing it, I jumped into the air as if leaping over the trajectory of that sword–
“Nuooooooo!!”
Dowhill’s muscles bulged as he roared, and he changed the trajectory at a right angle, as if blood was spurting from the capillaries in his arm. I evaded that sword flash by kicking off into the air, and swung down the Ball-Shaped Pendulum that I had left unattended.
Clang!!
The Pendulum knocked off Dowhill’s forehead plate as he twisted his head, and as faint fresh blood danced in the air, Dowhill’s muscles and spirit swelled up again as he grinned, baring his fangs, at that moment–
“–Rot away–“
“–!!”
Magic of various attributes mixed together in a distorted way approached, and I who “saw” it with my eyes hooked the Blade Scythe Style Pendulum on the wall to evade, and Dowhill also evaded it with his intuition, but one of the Gouma warriors who had been preventing my escape was bathed in the “Sorcery” all over his body, and rotted away without even screaming.
“Well dodged.”
“Charleschan!!”
Dowhill roared at the way she praised from above, and the Gouma warriors who had been glaring at the Yoma warriors all turned towards Charleschan, and the Yoma warriors met them head-on.
“Human woman!!”
A Yoma warrior who had been heading towards me used Magic with both hands, simultaneously firing spears of fire and ice that he had created.
“–Magic Shield (Shield)–!”
I instantly created a Magic Shield to defend against the fire, but the physical interference force of the ice combined and shattered the Magic Shield.
“It’s for Seda’s sake, die!!”
The Yoma warrior shouted that and thrust out both hands, trying to unleash the 【Dragon Breath】 that Carla was good at.
Seda was one of the twins I defeated, huh. An enemy of a comrade–I understand, but I have no intention of being defeated by you.
And–
“You’re in the way, Dowhill!”
“I’ll return those words to you, Charleschan!”
In the corner of my vision, Dowhill and Charleschan were crossing Blades.
Dowhill swung his Greatsword and closed in with terrifying speed. But Charleschan didn’t try to enter Dowhill’s range, and fought back using the “Steel Thread” that Grave, who was involved with the Evil Race, had used.
“–【Dragon Breath】–!”
A radial flame was fired from the Yoma Clan’s warrior, and instead of using a Magic Shield to receive it, I deflected it, directing most of the power towards Dowhill, who was approaching me.
“Nu!!”
Dowhill instantly used the Mana of his Greatsword to blow away the flames. Dowhill, who had charged in with that momentum, cleaved the Yoma warrior who had unleashed it in one blow from shoulder to waist.
I extinguished the fire that I couldn’t avoid with 【Water】 and braced myself against Dowhill, when Killing Intent swelled up from the side.
“Get back!!”
Charleschan, her eyebrows raised as her subordinate was killed, stabbed a small Knife into the palm of her hand.
The moment I heard that voice, the Yoma warriors jumped back, and seeing that, I remembered the curse of the “Sage” that was activated by self-harm.
“Perish!”
Using “blood” and “self-harm” as a medium, Charleschan’s Sorcery was activated. A bright red mist like bloody smoke spread, and I guessed that the murky Mana reflected in my eyes was “Poison.”
It would be bad to take this. Judging from the cost and activation speed, it probably wasn’t a poison that would kill me instantly, but if I, whose HP was reduced, took it, it could be a fatal wound.
Dowhill probably understood that too. He stepped forward as if protecting his subordinates, and swung his Greatsword back greatly–
“–【Hell Slash】–!!”
The fourfold strike of the Rank 5 Greatsword Combat Art, 【Hell Slash】, was unleashed.
“Kuh.”
The Greatsword Combat Art, the poison of the Sorcery, I was in a position where whichever way I dodged, I would be caught in one of them, and I was forced to make an instant decision.
Which is better? It’s the same either way. I decided that in an instant, and just as I was about to step towards Dowhill, who would have an opening after unleashing his Combat Art, a beast’s roar echoed within the dungeon.
『Gaaaaaaa!!』
A jet-black Shadow clad in the purple light of lightning. That beast, running like a Cyclone, jumped into the midst of the raging Sorcery and Combat Arts, and blew my body away with a body blow.
I was struck by an impact as if I had jumped off a castle wall that was over ten meters high. But, you(..) know, right?
Instantly floating my body and being blown away so that I would receive it with the soles of both feet, I flew through the air for nearly ten meters, and landed next to the “beast” that had landed at the expected point as if we had agreed on it.
“…Nero.”
『Gaa』
When I muttered that name, the giant jet-black Mystic Beast, Nero, reflected me in his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his mouth as if smiling.
Dowhill frowned at the appearance of the Rank 5 Mystic Beast, while Charleschan widened her eyes and remained wary.
I see… you came. I already feel nostalgia, and there is also joy. But there is no need to say much between us, I just lightly touched the back of Nero standing next to me with my fingertips.
“Can we go?”
–Yes–
It’s a counterattack. Nero shot out like a black Cyclone, and his Tentacle and my left arm intertwined.
The warriors were flustered by the suddenly appearing Mystic Beast, and Nero blasted away one of the unlucky Gouma warriors in front of him like a cannonball, and Dowhill, who immediately regained his senses, cut in.
“Just a beast!”
Dowhill would be able to fight Nero. But Dowhill, who had just unleashed his Combat Art and couldn’t immediately unleash the next one, had his options narrowed.
“What!”
“Haaaaaa!!”
I, who had been thrown out by Nero’s sudden braking, approached Dowhill, and Dowhill immediately responded, but if there was no Combat Art, there was no need to avoid it greatly.
Avoiding it so that the Blade grazed me, a new tear was added to my skirt by the Mana of the Greatsword. I kicked Dowhill with that leg, and the moment Dowhill caught it with his elbow, I used it as an axis to rotate and pierced his shoulder with the Black Dagger.
“Brat!!”
Don’t confront force with force. Don’t clash Magic with Magic.
Nero, superior in strength and speed, attacked Charleschan, while I confronted Dowhill head-on.
“You fiend!”
Charleschan unleashed steel threads at Nero, only for them to be deflected by his fur.
Lightning Embers scattered from Nero’s tentacles, disrupting Charleschan’s sorcery. She once again injured her palm, her eyes transforming draconic as she prepared a last-ditch physical enhancement.
And Dowhill, a combat fanatic, grinned, unable to contain himself. As I dodged the arm he swung with brute force, narrowly avoiding the tip of his Dagger, I stepped forward, about to unleash a Combat Art with my short sword—
““!?””
Suddenly, glowing magic circles appeared not only beneath Dowhill and Charleschan but also beneath Nero and me, their light enveloping us.
This is… a Teleportation Magic Circle!?
『A candidate has reached the lowest level of this Dungeon. Therefore, those with qualifications shall be summoned.』
A Teleportation Magic Circle suddenly appeared.
A voice, presumably that of the “Dungeon Spirit,” echoed.
Next time, what it seeks.