episode_0172

CLXIV.

A man with messy hair was watching a screen projected on the wall, muttering and clapping like a madman.

“Yeah! That’s right!!”

The screen showed women who couldn’t properly pay attention to the monsters rushing in, and there was also a scene where they bit their lips to deal with the monsters in order to protect their party.

But the screen that man Daedalus likes the most and is looking at with concentration is,

[Fuck. This is a must!]

A young man was swinging a spear while gnashing his teeth.

As you might have guessed, the screen was gray.

“Hoo?! Is that the power of the spear?”

Daedalus muttered as he watched the incarnation of Doom writhing in agony as he tried to pull out Gray’s spear, which was stuck in his head.

but,

“No.”

The answer to the monologue, which was not a question, came from the woman watching from the side. The formal speech she had used until then was cold and eerie, and her informal speech was so informal that it made the formal speech she had used up until then seem meaningless.

“No?”

Of course, Daedalus didn’t care about that either. He was just more curious about the way the woman spoke, as if she knew about that spear.

“Do you know about that window?”

“Of course.”

“Oh?! Is that a famous spear among humans? A holy relic or something?”

“No.”

“Then?”

“Because I made it.”

“You?”

Daedalus’ words had some substance to them. Some substance to them, like, ‘What are you doing?’

“I made it and gave it to that cocky little shit, but he didn’t have that kind of power. I know best because I made it.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“That’s right. A power that requires such qualifications is not something a dragon could dare create.”

“… … .”

Even though he had said something like a dragon, there was no response from the woman. Daedalus found it strange and unusual, so he turned his gaze to the woman and let out an exclamation of ‘Wow~’.

Woman.

As you might have guessed from the explanation so far, she is the first traitor dragon and a woman called the villainess of Heian.

It was Nitas.

And now Nitas was looking at Gray with an eerie look in his eyes that he had never seen before.

It’s as if she would chew and eat Gray if he were in front of her right now.

Daedalus, who had been displeased with Nitas, who had clearly harbored a burning desire for him since they had met, but did not show it at all, was excited like a child who had found a fun toy.

“Huh? That!”

“It’s no use trying to divert my gaze like that. I already saved it. Your expression.”

Nitas, looking at Daedalus laughing while giggling, almost blurted out his true feelings, ‘What kind of idiot is this?’

But Nitas swallowed those words back quickly,

“That’s not it, that! Isn’t that the problem right now?”

He pointed to the wall with a serious voice and urgent gestures.

“What the… … Huh?”

On the screen that Nitas was pointing to, behind Gray, a scene was playing where the human woman that Nitas had specifically asked to be captured was summoning a huge light.

Nitas instinctively focused on the ‘light’ and asked, but Daedalus knew what that light was.

“Why is the spirit of light coming out of there?!”

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The Doom Knight has fallen.

It was so absurd that the hardships and bloody battles that Gray had endured felt like a ‘hard game’ for a Bronze tier player with no skills.

What does that mean?

It’s like seeing an incompetent guy struggling and struggling, and then someone with skills passing by hit him and he collapsed.

It’s vain.

But, apart from the emptiness I felt, the Arcana were engaged in a rather serious discussion.

“Of course, what the witch sister said is right. This level of restriction? At least, teleportation is pathologically prohibited. Even if magic is like that, it doesn’t mean that the witch sister’s secret arts or sorcery are also useless.”

“Yes. If there are restrictions of this level, there will definitely be a backlash.”

“That’s right. So I looked at this labyrinth as a whole. But this labyrinth. It’s not just a ‘building’.”

As the conversation between May, the witch, and Hwang continued, Gray was naturally unable to follow along.

In the past, Gray would have nodded as if he understood everything, but he didn’t do that anymore.

He stepped back a little further and sat on the floor, lifting the unconscious Catherine onto his lap and catching her breath.

His divine power was at rock bottom, and although Santa had treated him, he was so exhausted that his stamina was barely adequate.

“Master. This.”

The Dragon Lord and exclusive maid, Toppuri, handed me a peculiar potion that was not a bright blue, but a bright purple with a red glow in between.

“Huh?”

“Please. And I’m sorry. I’m lacking… … .”

“Not enough?”

“Every time space movement is blocked, like this. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay. But what is this…? What?”

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『Panacea』

This panacea is, in a sense, even more difficult to obtain than the elixir, which is said to be the sum total of alchemy.

Because it is known that only dragons can manufacture it.

The reason is quite reasonable. The essential ingredient for this potion is fresh dragon serum drawn from blood less than 30 seconds ago, and the combination of the ingredients can be completed using dragon language.

– Recovery from abnormal status

― Restores vitality and vitality and increases maximum

– Increased mana affinity

– Magic resistance blooming and increase

– Fixed immunity at maximum level

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After looking at the information printed on the power 〈Shinan (神眼)〉, I turned my gaze back to Touburi’s face.

“You want me to eat this? Like a potion?”

“Potion, my lord.”

“No?”

“Potion is correct.”

It was the first time that Touburi had been so violent since becoming a slave. If someone refused to eat, he would force them to eat.

No, even in the description here, it says ‘elixir’… … .

The look in Tooburi’s eyes seemed to say, ‘No matter what you say, it’s just a potion.’ I had no choice but to pour the potion into my mouth because of that attacking gaze.

Usually, when you drink a potion, a refreshing feeling spreads from within your body, and a cool breeze like the one after taking a shower envelops your body, followed by a feeling of warmth on the injured area.

But as soon as you put this potion, no, the elixir Panacea, in your mouth, a hot heat goes down your esophagus as if you had swallowed strong whiskey.

The heat seemed to travel down the esophagus, but then suddenly deviated from the path the food was taking and exploded near the heart and the sea of energy, or danjeon.

It exploded. It went off.

The energy expanded from two places to the point where it could only be expressed like this.

As if the heat up until now was just a concoction.

If you ask whether this heat, this enthusiasm, is painful, then the answer is no.

It’s hot. It definitely feels hot, but it’s not painful.

Why isn’t there something like that?

Saying ‘It’s cool!’ while getting into hot water.

This heat right now is like lying in a hot bath, my whole body feels sluggish, and then suddenly my whole body feels energized.

“Oh?”

The feeling of being tired and sleepy disappeared, and my condition reached its peak. When I raised my head to say thank you to Tooburi, I was so amazed.

“Huh?”

For some reason, Tooburi turned his eyes and looked somewhere else. His face was red.

“What are you doing?”

“That, that master. That.”

He stuttered and lowered his gaze to where his finger was pointing.

“Huh?”

When people are embarrassed, they are speechless.

And sometimes a man’s body reacts differently than he would like, even when he is not thinking anything strange.

Is that so?

Why is my stuff so upset right now?

Simply?

As I was thinking about that, I remembered one of the Penisia’s performances.

― Restores vitality and vitality and increases maximum

vitality.

In other words, is that stamina?

“Is that so?”

“That, that’s… … .”

“I see. Toppuri felt that I was lacking. I see.”

“Oh, no!”

In fact, if I panic in this situation, it will become even stranger. So I spent more time fooling around and teasing Tooburi for no reason.

Anyway, as time passed, which was long and short, and the hot but cool energy inside my body disappeared,

“Master.”

The meeting of the Arcana came to a conclusion, and the witch approached me,

“… Oppa?”

Catherine, who had been sleeping in his arms as if she had fainted, woke up.

“Thank you for your hard work.”

I gave them both a few words of congratulations and got up from my seat. Catherine was still in my arms, and the witch led me to where the Arcana were gathered.

“Catherine!!”

May is the first to greet Catherine as she wakes up, and approaches her, sweeping away her dusty and sweaty hair while checking for any injuries.

“Brother… … . I want to get off.”

“Would you like that?”

“Woong… … .”

I carefully lowered her to the ground, and although she stumbled for a moment, Catherine quickly regained her balance and looked around.

And then,

“Luminare.”

I found the spirit of light.

― The sleeping princess has finally woken up. How is it? How do you feel?

“Okay. And… ….”

– hmm?

“Thank you for your hard work.”

– Oh my. Are you following along quickly? Or is it a case of the husband singing along with the wife? Hahaha.

Catherine flapped her arms, her cheeks and ears turning red at the playful remark.

“Our good Catherine, stop teasing. So, let’s hear what happened first.”

– I understand, Your Excellency.

He gave a plausible answer, but his expression was the same as when a sly friend taps him on the shoulder as if he knows everything.

oh my god!

Not a spirit of darkness, but a spirit of light?!

“After investigating this labyrinth in their own way, we concluded that this was not a simple structure.”

“Yeah. I think I heard that before. Then?”

“This is like a body.”

“Body?”

“Yes. It feels like you’re in the stomach of an animal that swallows its food, then slowly dissolves it, digests it, and absorbs it.”

I couldn’t help but tilt my head at Hwang’s explanation. So, we teleported from Evergreen to the Sumerian Kingdom, and when I came to my senses, we were in someone’s stomach?

“To be exact, it’s a place like that, not the actual stomach of something.”

“Hmm… … . So?”

“There is a pathological restriction on space travel. It is still maintained. Only Sister May’s ‘Path of Light’ is in the same context as the spirit of light Luminare, so it is the only one that allows short-distance space travel.”

“So that means you can’t escape by teleporting or something?”

“Yes.”

It’s difficult.

Doesn’t it seem like someone who has been starving for several days and then finds food, never spitting out what he has swallowed?

And it’s malicious.

With these restrictions, and an environment where divine power recovery is slow, any being that enters here will eventually wither and die.

And since it resembles a digestive organ, its power and other things will all belong to the demon who created this device.

What a malicious method this is!

But that’s why it’s efficient.

If you can just lure the enemy, the prey, into this, it’s a method that can be done without putting in any effort.

Anyway, aside from that,

“What did you decide to do?”

We had to get out of here. And the fact that the Arcanas look so confident means they found a way.

“The answer is in the explanation I gave you earlier. It resembles the digestive system.”

“Huh?”

“Digestion is a process of absorbing energy regardless of race. Absorption. In other words, if someone dies in this space, the energy, divine power, and strength that comes out of it will be absorbed by the Demon Race.”

By the time he got to that point, I could guess what Hwang was trying to say.

“I see. In order to absorb, you need to be connected to the demon guy.”

“Yes.”

“So there’s something connected to the guy somewhere here, or if you touch this, the guy will go crazy.”

“Yes. That’s what I’m saying, Master.”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to see a demon cub vomit? Or do you want to experience a demon’s body being ripped apart?”