Chapter 47: Let’s Take It Easy

“Don’t be too hasty. Just because you’re ahead doesn’t mean you can obtain happiness.”

“But..”

“So what if we lose a few strokes of luck? The strokes of luck in the upper levels have already been taken by the previous generation of adventurers. Have you ever felt regretful about the strokes of luck taken by them?”

“Well.. no. Since they already discovered them in the past.”

“That’s right. It’s like that. Even if others eat the strokes of luck first. Will it cause direct harm to us?”

“Not particularly. I might be envious though.”

“Right. It would just end with being a bit envious. If you ask whether it’s worth risking your life for that. It’s not, right? We shouldn’t think we can always be resurrected. Right? We could die forever while trying to obtain a stroke of luck. Or become broken. Like Olivia.”

“That’s right.”

Yuria’s words are certainly correct.

Just look at Olivia.

Trying to monopolize the labyrinth’s strokes of luck, she died and was resurrected 4 times, and ended up broken like this.

“And you know, Sion. Have you heard the saying that artifacts choose their own masters?”

“Moira told me that story before.”

When I asked about the magic sword she had.

It was a story she had casually told, probably.

The rare items born from the labyrinth.

Choose their own masters.

“That’s right. Mom said so. No matter how much you struggle to obtain them. In the end, they find the owner destined by fate.”

Her words might be right.

Just because I struggle desperately wanting to have something doesn’t mean I’ll definitely get it.

“Above all, you already have something that doesn’t need those kinds of strokes of luck to be envied by others. Look at me carefully. In whose hands is the greatest stroke of luck in the labyrinth city right now?”

At Yuria’s question, my view widened slightly.

That’s right.

The stroke of luck that men living in the labyrinth city might envy the most was sitting right in front of me.

“In my hands. Holding my hands.”

“That’s right. That’s how it is. Sion, in the end, everything goes into the hands of the person who’s supposed to have it according to the natural order. If you struggle to have something that’s not yours. You’ll end up being eaten by the labyrinth. Just like Olivia.”

I nodded at Yuria’s words.

Just because I got my hands on information others don’t know doesn’t mean I can monopolize all strokes of luck – that’s just my wishful thinking.

Because the labyrinth is cruel and cold.

It’s not kind enough to just let one person monopolize everything.

Above all, the moment you’re caught up in personal desires.

You become the labyrinth’s prey.

“It was greed. Thank you, Yuria.”

“Yeah. Now you seem like the usual Sion. You’re quite greedy for money, but. You’re not someone who gets eaten by that greed. Let’s take it easy. It’s what you often said originally. Take it easy.”

Yuria smiled brightly.

I’m so ashamed of myself for thinking about using Lady Lea and her companions, who haven’t even been in the labyrinth city for a month, because I was caught up in the idea that I had to monopolize strokes of luck faster than others.

To think I was trying to take advantage of Lady Lea’s affection for me.

That’s clearly the wrong way. Yuria kindly pointed out that part.

Don’t be swallowed by the labyrinth, blinded by the desire to monopolize.

Don’t do things that abandon your humanity.

Yeah, let’s not move forward too hastily.

It’s not like someone is chasing after me, nor am I competing with anyone.

Strokes of luck are good if you can get them.

Even if you don’t get them, it’s not like my life will be thrown into the gutter right away.

And even without strokes of luck, I’ll be able to get a gold badge within 6 months.

I thought I would get a gold badge within 6 months even before meeting Olivia.

My life shouldn’t be swayed by Olivia’s existence.

Since it’s come to this, let’s regain my initial mindset.

I was different from now before meeting Lady Lea and getting caught up in the great change.

I was a porter who was entering the labyrinth leisurely, not tied down to anything.

I wasn’t a person moving for monopolizing strokes of luck and for more wealth and honor.

I guess I’ve been making too much money lately.

This porter has gotten quite money-crazy.

As Yuria said, let’s regain that mindset from back then.

When you lose composure, your vision narrows and your thinking becomes biased.

I need to get a gold badge within 6 months to convince Lady Lea’s family.

But pushing Lady Lea into danger for that is putting the cart before the horse.

“I should register at the martial arts hall tomorrow.”

“Yeah yeah. Good thinking. I’ll help you train too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was thinking of resting a bit until the subjugation operation starts too. And of course I should help when my boyfriend is seriously working out. But my method might be a bit rough.”

“Rough?”

“I’ll teach you exactly what I learned from mom. You can’t cry in the middle, okay?”

“Wait. Yuria. I think it’s better if I just train alone at the martial arts hall after all.”

“Why are you scared! Come here!”

I was grabbed by Yuria’s hand.

I ended up being lifted and hugged in her arms.

“I’ll just help you train so you just answer that you understand. Master, answer.”

“Hey. Calling me master only at times like this. That’s cheating.”

“So, are you going to answer or not?”

“Ah, okay. But, Yuria. I think I’m going to die from suffocation.”

“You don’t like being in my arms? Shall we do a round of windmill throw?”

“No, I think I like suffocating actually. Sorry.”

Yuria grinned and then threw me onto the bed.

“Gack!!!”

“Hehe. I’ve been waiting for Olivia to fall asleep.”

“W-wait a minute Yuria.”

“Stay still, master. I’ve been following you around all day looking at slaves. And gave you counseling too. Now it’s my turn to have some fun.”

“Ugh..! You sound like an old man..!”

“Hehehe. Master, I’m not going to let you sleep tonight.”

“Gack..! Is this a reversal of the master-slave relationship!”

My clothes are being stripped off by Yuria’s hands.

My top is half torn off and even my belt is ripped off.

As I was getting slightly excited at the thought of being devoured by Yuria as she pleased if this continues.

Someone knocked on the front door.

-Knock knock knock.

“Hm? What is it. Who is it?”

“Heek…”

Yuria left me on the bed and approached the front door with her sword.

She looked very displeased at having her time with me interrupted.

She seemed ready to cut down immediately if it was a peddler or an uninvited guest.

“Who is it. At this hour.”

Yuria’s question filled with displeasure.

Soon an answer came from outside the door.

-Is this Yuria’s house?

This voice…

‘Lady Lea..!?’

Come to think of it, Lady Lea said she would meet Yuria separately.

It seems that was today.