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The king found Erginus’ proposal strange.

Even considering the power of the two sides, it is more advantageous for the King.

He has gained the power of the evil god and has overcome the last weakness, the lack of a physical body.

Even if five shining talents come up against him, he will not be defeated.

Even if we cannot be certain that the apostle of the Lord is performing miracles, the fact that he is advantageous does not change.

But in this situation, Erginus suggested that he create a dungeon as he pleased.

I told him to build a castle and hide in it. The pros and cons of a siege and defense are obvious enough for anyone who isn’t a fool to know.

Erginus, who had gained the power of darkness, could not possibly not understand the difference in power and could not be unaware of the advantage of building a castle, so why did he make this suggestion first?

Why is he giving glass to the king? What on earth is his plan?

He thought and thought again, but no matter how much he thought about it, the king could not come up with a reason.

Do you really believe in the power Lucy Allen possesses over dungeons?

Are you saying that you truly believed in power alone when you could counteract the power of the Lord with the power of the evil spirit?

The hero Erginus, the god who gained the power of darkness, didn’t take that into account?

It’s nonsense. Something. There’s something I believe in. Something I didn’t expect.

“Are you scared?♡ Can’t you even hide in the corner of the room by yourself?♡”

“No.”

Ha. It doesn’t matter what Erginus believes.

Didn’t the enemy suggest that we build a castle first?

Whatever variable you believe in, just destroy it. Whatever thought you have, just create a place so evil that it has no meaning.

“Yes, Erginus.”

Dungeon building is a pastime and education for the men of the kingdom.

Of course, I also devoted myself to dungeon creation.

No, rather, I became absorbed in dungeon creation because of my age.

Since he could not participate in the games of knights who held and swung swords, he did his best to increase his authority in this area.

So I know very well how to create the most evil dungeons.

“Just promise me one thing. Our fight will end solely with us.”

“Don’t worry. That’s also one of the limitations.”

The king laughed at the idea that even help from others could upset the balance.

*

After the King left to build his own dungeon, Rene quietly watched Lucy Aln humming.

I know it in my head.

If it’s Lucy Allen who shows off her abnormal abilities in dungeons, she’ll gladly overcome any ordeal.

Lord Erginus must have known this, which is why he chose the dungeon business, even though it meant giving up his advantage to his opponents.

But is this really the right thing to do?

This isn’t meant to test us.

It would be no different from willingly handing over a weapon to an enemy who would do anything to kill us.

Will Lucy Allen’s abilities be fully demonstrated even in places where reason is thrown out?

“What are you so worried about?”

Rene shrugged at Arthur’s question.

“Isn’t this the same situation as sticking your neck out and asking the other person to kill you?”

“Do you think so?”

“Isn’t it?”

“Not at all. From my perspective, it looks like the other person is asking me to kill them. Because the other person is Lucy Allen.”

Rene was puzzled by Arthur’s unwavering faith.

Standing before one who possesses the power of the evil spirit was a terrible thing beyond imagination.

His mind quickly deteriorated, and he became convinced that self-harm was the best option.

Only after time passed did Rene realize how stupid he had been.

Arthur would not be unaware of this fear. He is not a man who has borrowed the power of an evil god, but a hero who has faced the evil god of darkness directly.

“Aren’t you scared?”

“I’ve experienced worse than this, so it’s okay.”

“How can that be?”

“Ah. You don’t know, brother. You’ve never been in hell with that Lucy Allen.”

Arthur laughed, saying that she spoke too much from her own standards, and shrugged his shoulders as he watched Lucy Arlene listing the various dangers she thought of.

“That guy is small. He’s the kind of guy that a little kid would treat as a friend. His body is so thin that it looks like he’d be blown away on a windy day. But, strangely enough, when that guy stands at the front with his shield, I feel faith. The groundless belief that we can’t lose as long as Lucy Allen is at the front.”

Seeing Arthur’s smile, Rene closed his open mouth and quietly looked around Lucy.

The saintess listening to Lucy’s explanation with a kind smile.

Patran’s Young-ae frowns and asks why it is like that.

Kent’s daughter, who was swinging her sword in the air without even thinking about listening.

“If Lucy Allen is a warrior, then you are the warrior’s companions.”

“That guy is a warrior? Does that make sense?”

“Does it make sense that you are an apostle of the Lord?”

“…If Lucy Allen starts being worshipped like this, won’t something big happen?”

“That would be funny. It’s funny to think of the priest in the church imitating her tone.”

The two people burst into laughter at the same time as they imagined a dignified old man standing on the stage, coughing in vain and saying, “Crap, crappy.”

“Incompetent Prince. Why are you being lazy when the only thing better than a foolish prosecutor is your brain? Do you want to be a fool that badly?”

“I was listening to everything.”

“Prove it. If you can’t, then you know?”

Rene forced a smile at the sight of Arthur arguing amongst them.

*

Instead of reappearing, the king sent a message to invite us.

Are you telling me to open the dungeon door myself and come in?

It’s fun. It feels real and I like it.

What have you prepared?

Did they do something so petty that traps poured out as soon as they entered the entrance?

As usual, the moment I first stepped foot in, the floor gave way.

Between the exposed walls, all kinds of traps pour out.

Magic. Curses. Arrows. Poison. Anything to kill the intruder.

The emotion I felt as I watched my friends fall one after another was anticipation.

Well prepared. I designed it so that if you try to dodge it clumsily, you’ll inevitably get hurt.

But you know what?

This isn’t the end, is it?

This is just a skirmish.

Your Majesty, I’m sure you didn’t expect us to fall to this extent.

I guess it would be nice to get a wound or two.

The real thing is after you get down here. Right?

“As expected.”

“Fray Kent.”

“Okay.”

As Frey swings his sword around, all the traps are cut down along with the wall. It makes no difference that they have already been fired.

What greeted us as we landed on the ground without a single scratch was a tall castle.

Countless archers and wizards stand on the railings, aiming at us, while soldiers lined up around them raise their spears and try to crush us with their might.

There is only one staircase in the middle to go up, but it is very long, so it is obvious that you will have to endure numerous attacks on the way up.

And the king stands in the air beneath the high ceiling.

He looks down at us and smiles, wearing a fluttering royal robe that is large compared to his twisted body.

Perhaps he intends to intervene with his own power from time to time.

“This is different from anything you said, Lucy Allen.”

“Is this really a dungeon? It seems closer to war.”

“That’s right. It looks dangerous and makes my heart tingle.”

So to speak, this is a subjugation.

Just as an army appears to hunt down a dangerous monster, the soldiers of this castle are hunting us at the king’s command.

The moment I heard my grandfather’s annoyance, I couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Why? This is a great dungeon.’

If you ask what the definition of a dungeon is, everyone will have a different answer.

But there are commonalities.

A place swarming with enemies, full of traps, a dangerous boss, and a reward for reaching the end.

This is a great dungeon that fits the definition.

I also like the concept, considering that the enemy we’re dealing with is a king.

Since when has the king been a frontline fighter?

A king is a powerful man. He has a large army. He is someone who must stand on high ground and look down on others, showing his arrogance.

Look! Where is there a place more worthy of a king’s dungeon than this?

“Young-ae. Instructions.”

After listening to Faby, I looked around.

The spearmen slowly walking towards us.

The knights who are waiting for an opportunity behind it.

Archers who would turn us into hedgehogs the moment the order was given.

Wizards who would use magic to kill us even if it meant destroying our own forces.

“What a wonderful place for a pigsty. You must have worked hard, sweating profusely, laying bricks.”

Since the other person prepared a great place, it would be right for us to show something great to match it.

Okay. Baby Piggy, you’re so scared of dying that you’re locked in a brick wall. I’ll show you the sight of your castle collapsing.

I’m not a stupid wolf. I don’t do things like blowing on castle walls to knock them down or destroying them with my claws.

The most efficient way to destroy a castle is.

“You little punk. Do you remember what you ripped off Prince Hogu?”

“It seems like it would be efficient to use it now.”

It’s an explosion.

“Do you get annoyed when you see those sloppy kids looking down on you? Drop them to a position that fits the topic.”

“Paybee. Support of magic power.”

“willingly.”

As Joy threw the jewels in her arms and breathed magic into the ring on her index finger, the jewels that should have fallen to the ground were stuck in the air.

And a magic circle is drawn based on the jewel.

“The fireworks will begin.”

Sparks shoot out from countless magic circles and burst through the railing.

Some get intercepted, some get blocked by wizards, some get blown off to the wrong places, but whatever.

The number of flames rising from the immense magical power recorded in the jewel is close to hundreds.

Several of the railings collapse in the face of overwhelming firepower.

The moment the discipline that had been on the ground turned into chaos, the king and I met eyes.

Looks like I won first, you stupid punk.