𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟑: 𝐋𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞
“Haa. . .Haa. . .This is tough. . .”
I, who had been worn down by poison and fatigue, inadvertently let out a complaint.
But, it can’t be helped.
This cave, no, this dungeon is so merciless.
Moreover, after fighting with the Demon Lord’s executive.
Really, I wish they would give me a break.
“Randolph-sama! Let’s stay positive! If we have a positive spirit, we can do anything!”
“You’re noisy, Carpaccio.”
Carpaccio was still Carpaccio, even in times like this.
What a hot-blooded guy.
But, having such a hot-blooded guy around is much better than not having him.
Both in terms of combat power and mental support.
After all, the only ones left in this place are me and this guy.
At first, it was good.
The battle with the Goblin Lord was a fierce one, but we miraculously achieved a great victory without any casualties, repelled him, and annihilated his followers.
We should have just pursued the fleeing Goblin Lord and defeated him, and then searched for the tomboy princess at our leisure.
That’s what I thought.
However, it seems that we underestimated the Demon Lord’s army.
I never thought that the place where the Goblin Lord fled would be a dungeon.
But when I think about it, it’s not impossible.
Just like monsters, dungeons also belong to demons.
It’s said that very rarely, dungeons with wills are created, and it wouldn’t be strange if they joined the Demon Lord’s forces.
We mistook this dungeon for a mere cave, charged in while weakened, and fell right into the trap.
Probably, even the defeat of the Goblin Lord was taken into account.
He abandoned his followers, pretended to flee to lure us into a false sense of security, and then cooperated with the dungeon to make sure we were killed.
That Goblin Lord.
He’s a wise man, unlike a monster.
And so, we were lured by the trap of the tomboy princess turned into a zombie, and lost Denise.
Immediately after that, we were attacked by a unit of golems and two zombies, and the Goblin Lord who conspired with them.
We lost another comrade there, they retreated, and we were exhausted.
Moreover, the surroundings are a poison hell.
When we decided to retreat as a last resort, the mapping went crazy and we couldn’t go back.
But if we can’t retreat, we have to move forward.
If we can find an exit on the way, it would be an unexpected fortune.
While we were moving through the poison with such thoughts, a wall suddenly moved to block the passage.
Although no one was crushed by the fast-moving wall, our party was divided.
This happened several times, and now it’s just me and Carpaccio.
If I were to express my impression of this dungeon, that’s the word.
Using the goblins, who were supposed to be allies, as pawns.
Playing with the tomboy princess, our rescue target, as a zombie.
Pretending to be just a cave until the prey dives deep, and then cornering them with poison and monsters when they can’t go back.
And then, changing the path with moving walls, dividing us, and aiming to defeat us one by one.
The golems that keep attacking are annoying.
It’s like a deadly poison that is served without you noticing, and by the time you realize it, it’s too late.
Even the poison mist that is now floating in this place looks cute in front of the deadly poison called malice.
Eventually, among the golems that attacked, zombies of our comrades started to mix in.
How much more do you have to make fun of people to be satisfied. . .!
I won’t let things go your way!
“I’ll send you to the afterlife now!”
I used Vanargand without hesitation, froze my former comrades, shattered them, and gave them an ice burial.
I thought that if I fought while preserving my true equipment, I would struggle and consume more.
Carpaccio seems to think the same, as he is throwing out his burning fists in anger, shouting, “I won’t forgive you!”
. . .No, I have a feeling he’s not thinking about anything.
At that moment, a voice other than ours could be heard in this place.
Looking in that direction, there were the detestable Goblin Lord and the two zombies that were there at the beginning.
One of the zombies and the Goblin Lord manifest their true equipment and attack us.
Carpaccio punches the stomach of the zombie, who is a true equipment user, and burns it with his scorching fist.
Normally, this would be a fatal wound, but it doesn’t work on this zombie.
The power of this zombie’s true equipment was revealed in the previous battle.
Its ability is immortality.
The zombie, who is a true equipment user, uses the spear of his true equipment with only his remaining upper body and attacks Carpaccio.
Moreover, while attacking, his lower body is rapidly regenerating.
You can’t fight this guy properly!
I sealed the zombie, who is a true equipment user, into an ice statue with a spell that creates an ice coffin.
However, during that time, the Goblin Lord and another zombie had approached me.
I am confident in my magic, but I am not good at close combat.
I can’t avoid this.
“Randolph-sama! Ohhh! Spirit Guard!”
Carpaccio saved me by risking his own life.
He stopped the Goblin Lord’s axe with a barehanded catch, took the zombie’s thrusting technique willingly, and stood up even though he had a hole in his stomach.
I can’t waste Carpaccio’s dedication.
I created a storm of cold air blowing from the side so as not to involve Carpaccio.
As a result, the zombie froze and shattered, and the Goblin Lord also froze half of his body.
The Goblin Lord seemed to realize his disadvantage and began to retreat.
I won’t let him escape!
An ice spear created by magic attacks the Goblin Lord.
However, a black golem intervened between the magic and the Goblin Lord, and although the ice spear destroyed the golem, it did not hit the Goblin Lord because its trajectory was changed.
In the meantime, the Goblin Lord had completed his retreat.
I let him escape. . .
No, more importantly, Carpaccio!
“Don’t be silly! Wait for three seconds!”
And then, three seconds later.
Carpaccio had recovered enough to be able to fight.
I can finally relax.
“No, you saved me!”
“Then, be on guard. The nightmare is not over yet.”
“Understood! I can’t die here! My students are waiting for me at the castle!”
“. . .Huh. That’s right.”
And so, we pushed on, squeezing out our energy and stamina.
We swore to ourselves that we would strike back at this dungeon and return alive, no matter what.
🔹𝘈𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.𝘤o𝘮 ― 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯s𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 “𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴” 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴🔹