It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

The ruins were surrounded by mountains and present in hard to find places. The first moment I saw it, as if I'd made a mountain out of it, was as touching as if I was watching some adventure movie, and I accidentally leaked my voice ~.

Once inside, it was heavily domed there, collapsing like an artistic stone statue or pillar weathered, leaving only its shadow. It gives a good flavor again, and I look at it painfully and illusion that it was built a long time ago. but this is Patimon. Again, this is Patchmon, and there is no such romance as remnants of the original civilization.

"Um, come on... I feel more like it now, why is it a hot spring in an ancient ruin?

I really feel more now, but I asked Victoria walking in front.

"Come on? Your father acts instantly when he thinks of it. Because it was the motto to think about it together at a reflection after it was over. Well, maybe you found it in the hot springs along the way and modified your orbit."

"It's just such a hit..."

I had a lot to say, but I thought it would be rude to say this about your house, and I decided not to think deeply about this family of vampires.

(See, that, that magic word. Because it's the kingdom of Lelirex. It depends on the derived system.)

"... ohon... ahhh, you're so elaborate nonetheless. If you didn't know what was behind it, you might really think it was an ancient ruin."

"Come on, this is what my Bradlein family really means."

Victoria came doomed like she did when I was looking at the ruins and being the superior. It's even doubtful if we should praise "That's right, vampires" by fulfilling the artisanal temperament that makes a genuine ruin...

"Sure... it sounds like this would be some sort of ruin for adventurers. Wouldn't scholars come to the site survey?"

"Right, right. Oh, my God, I'm serious about the Bradleins!

Magilka is good and just keeps coming, Victoria, but as a vampire, is that really good for you?

"You're a scholar in the site survey... you're called an archaeologist. I wonder what he's like. The image of a scholar feels like a young man with thin lines and glasses."

"Huh? What are you talking about? Archaeologists are exploring dangerous sites, so it's up to men who can cross with traps and monsters."

"No, no, no, that's what you leave to the adventurer. You don't understand, Victoria."

"No. No, if you think about funding and efficiency, you should go do your own research. You don't understand, do you?"

We collide with the paranoia of archaeologists. Magilka just pissed me off that we can't fight, so we manage to stay smiling at each other, but it was picky around the temples and it was going to explode even now.

"Mm-hmm. I thought I'd have a voice. Hey, you guys, what are you doing here? This place is dangerous!

A man's voice echoed as we brewed a disturbing aura. I look around in a hurry, but I don't see any shadows.

"Ha ha, you seem to have surprised me. Up there, up there. I'm investigating the ruins. Wait, I'm going down now."

"Up?"

When I was told I looked up, I could see something moving near the dark, high ceiling. Apparently, they're looking into something on the ceiling. Seems to be alone when I see it.

"Investigate the ruins… maybe an archaeologist. I didn't expect to see you so soon."

"Come on, it's just fine. Now let's make it clear which one is right."

"Phew, where I want..."

"Oops!

"" "" And oh?

Victoria has seen me with a challenging face, so I tried to say something against him, and I heard an unexpected hanging from up there.

When Poka ~ n and we looked up, it sounded like Zudong and fell. Yes, the ceiling was floating with rope or magic, and I thought it was coming down. The ceiling here is pretty high and shouldn't be a good height to jump off......

……………

"Hmm? This is a lot of pretty kids getting lost."

……………

We will remain silent against men who have landed with a stable structure that does not take such heights as objects. Because that look silenced me and Victoria while there was more to the way it appeared.

A gentle looking young man with long hair of bozza bozza tied behind his shrugged face and rounded glasses. It was exactly the scholarly look I had in mind... but underneath it... underneath it was unexpected.

He was longer than I could have imagined, and he was no less of a gatimuche young man than my father. The area is extra exaggerated because of the thin clothes, the shirts and the pampering, and if you only look below, it is the full sense that the inflexible Mad Warrior has taken off his armor.

Well, anyway, what are you trying to say, it was a mixed look between the two opinions. I had imagined this separately, so I never expected it to be synthesized, and my brain was unable to handle the sight in front of me, struck by the illusion of cluttering a thin, handsome face of a line into the body of a bodybuilder.

"... well, thank you... are you an adventurer?

Magilka responds with me and Victoria back on her ass, who was looking up flashly.

"Ha, ha, my name is Falgar. They ask me a lot, but as you can see, they're just archaeologists."

"" Uh-huh. ""

Me and Victoria would inadvertently say, "That's a lie" to the refreshing voice answer, and we would "be rude" to each other and block each other's mouth.

In the meantime, I set aside the matter of my archaeologist statue, and since we've been named there, we've decided to keep it too.

but slightly one person, worried for a moment if I should hide who it is, makes me look at Victoria. You mistook that for a name yourself. Zooey forward and chesty Victoria.

"Come on, hear my name, tremble in fear and despair, but it's good. My name is Victorica! Make it the strongest and oldest vampire, the head of the Bradlein family. Argh!

This pompous vampire who punches my worries into the general public who knows nothing. In fact, Victoria, an intelligent creature you can tell by speaking, but the legendary vampire, widely and commonly passed down, was considered a wicked demon that sucked man's blood and brought about ruin. It's called a vicious position. Maybe Falgar was a serious person to forgive those things.

"Kew, the vampire... and the legendary Bradlein family..."

Is it still okay to say that Falgar reacts surprisingly? In case he endangers us, let's put this pompous vampire in a sunbathing sentence and make an appeal that he's not a dangerous person. This worked out for me when I was an elf, so this time too...... so I go around behind Victoria, who is sucking ~.

"Right, well, your daughter's into vampire legends. But I don't think it's a good idea to name a fantastic person, a clan. Not to mention, I guess it's too much with the Lord and all."

"But he's a fantasy! I'm authentic, the oldest whoop."

"Haha, ooh - this kid has trouble with the first person I've ever met. Sorry, I love the legend of vampires once in a while - and I really hope you can flush it gently"

"Oh, I see. Right, I know how you feel. I pursue romance too. I've had a dopey crush on paranoia. No, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Yes, there must be vampires."

Falger smiled refreshingly and showed a bare gesture that made him miss the distance somewhere. It's a good thing I didn't take care of it, but without thought I got on to his word and as a result Victoria was to be treated as a highly paranoid child.

(Yeah, well, it's bad for Victoria, but let's have her stay a little sore)

"And, by the way, how did Master Farger get here?

"Ha, it's not a pattern, so it's fine. Of course I'm here to investigate as a scholar. No, I didn't know there were ruins here. There was nothing like that in the neighborhood."

(Isn't that because it's Patimon...)

Falgar answers excitedly to Magilka, who has hastily changed the subject. I try Tuccone in my heart.

"So why are ladies like you here?

"Why, let's warm up..."

"Ahhh! Actually, we're here to explore the secrets of this mysterious ancient monument."

I tried to tell Falger's question that I had come to see the hot springs without any hesitation, but now I was blocked in the mouth by the liberated Victoria, and she told him something odd.

"Hey, what are you talking about, Victoria?"

"It's publicity, publicity. Your father didn't build it for you to tell the archaeologist about the existence of this ancient monument, but to remind you it's a real monument. It's a brilliant idea for me to drive."

"... that's the best thing to do."

"You told me to advertise. If you have an alternative, say it now. See? Ho, ho, ho?

"Ugh... no"

"So shut up."

"Uggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, dear Mary. Don't suddenly hug me."

Turning my back on Falgar and talking hissohisso, I hugged Victoria to comfort Magilka, who was overtold and watched next door.

"Hmmm... Ladies like you are in this ruin... Ha, maybe it has something to do with what I was saying earlier... and enough to bring a godbeastly thing..."

Falgar watched us squirming and discussing something by himself watching Snow, who was slightly hairy behind us.

(Hmm, I want to avoid making this any easier, so let's check the hot springs)

"Uh, was there anything else besides this ruin?

"Hmm, there it is, but there's nowhere else to go but here. There was a passage, but it was at the end of the line."

When I asked subtly about the existence of a hot spring, I received an unexpected answer.

"What do you mean, Victoria?"

"Whatever you say, it was your father who made it, and I never came here, so I don't know."

Me and Victoria, who turn their backs on Falgar again and start talking about Kosovo.

"But, you know, I'm suspicious of that end-of-the-life wall. When I looked it up, I thought it wasn't a door. I was just checking to see if it might be a hint to open it."

We follow nature to Falgar as he walks out explaining in excitement. Snow may have something going on, so I decided to have him stay here as insurance. In other words, this leopard obviously took a nap telling me when he got into trouble and found a hot spring.

When I reach the big wall in no time, I look up at the big wall of its exquisite construction. It did look like a door, depending on what I looked like, but it wasn't going to be able to push or pull without a door knob.

"... Dear Mary. Please don't accidentally destroy the wall when you're about to fall."

"... Magilka, is that a gesture to do?

"That's not true."

"So ~ hey"

Behind Falgar. Me talking to Magilka about Kosovo this time. While I think I have a lot to tell you, I'll check with Magilka, and I'll reflect on myself being returned with jito eyes and read too much deeply.

"Oh? This. Huh."

It seems Victoria found something on the wall that bothered us when we were talking about Kosovo, and she stared at it with a shine.

"Ho ho, I didn't know you'd notice there as soon as possible. Sometimes it just comes to this ruin."

Falgar niggles at Victoria's behavior. Me and Magilka, who totally ate the leftovers, were all aligned and tilting their necks.

"I'm wondering if that's the letter of an ancient civilization that made this ruin, because it's a symbol I've never seen before, so it's the domain of speculation."

Quickly put your glasses back on and talk academically dressed up, Falgar, but I still can't wipe the clutter and get mocked. Sure enough, the wall was engraved with a pattern I didn't know about. It sounds like it if that's the letter, but I have no idea where the hell it is either.

"Oh, I see. Right, right, right, this is an ancient, lost and mysterious letter that created this ruin."

Obviously I just hitched a ride. Victoria answers with a hand pounded with a reaction like that.

(Are you okay, with that just hitting response)

"Hmm? If you look at what I'm saying, could you guys read this?

(Ooh, it's just right here.)

"No, we're irrelevant. If there is, it's just Victoria."

So I'm just a flirtatious me running away with a smile. I'm not lying because I can't actually read it. Magilka nodded to agree with Kokukoku and me, too, and everyone's gaze gathered on the remaining Victoria.

"Heh? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I have no choice but to decrypt this place with a special memory of my wisdom."

"Well, that's the ability."

"... untie, the memory of my wisdom"

Viktorika was staring at the wall sideways as she turned her spine upside down, placing her right hand on the ceiling with her left hand on her eyelid and deciding on a strange pose with one leg up. I just wanted to ask you for an hour to figure out why your whole body was shaking with a pull in those seconds and you were still going to fall.

(Ouch, it hurts, Victoria. I wanted you to at least do it with proper magic, that sort of thing. Mr. Falger would think you're a painful kid in the first place, but that's not true, you'll be totally painful kid certified)

"Whoa, this is... Could it be something ritual that was passed down to my ancestors from generation to generation... Hmm"

I thought it just seemed odd, and apparently this archaeologist had one in mind with a diagonal downpour flashy interpretation. Somehow, but is it my fault that this guy stinks of pong?

"Come on, I've been able to decipher it, but for advanced language, I'll talk to you two about how to communicate it in this language."

Victoria comes close to us with a glitch when she solves the pose she was about to fall into.

(Eh, I guess that means I don't know how to do it after this, so please help us both.)

"Do you want me to help you with the slightest amount of power?

"Come on, no outsiders can touch our noble divine realm. Don't listen and wait there."

Falgar naturally tries to help Victoria with her words, so she hastily refuses, but she seemed to want to scratch what a noble shrine was.

(I don't want you to get us involved in this.)

With some dissatisfaction, Me and Magilka get their hands on Victoria and walk away from him.

"So I told him to stop hitting the spot. Isn't that just a letter or something? Why don't you just apologize?"

"That's disrespectful. Those are proper letters. It's the dark letter of darkness that only passes on to my Bradlein family."

"... in darkness, darkness is you..."

We'll start talking about Kosovo in circles again.

"I didn't know there was such a letter. Could it be a hidden special letter passed down from generation to generation only to the vampire clan, or something?

Magilka has been asking me a little wussy if I can't beat intellectual curiosity when I'm stunned by that naming sense.

"No, it's not that big a deal. It's the coolest, most well-dressed form of original letter I've ever thought about, that your father has suddenly bragged about without going to sleep for three days or three nights. The only thing you can read is about me empathizing with your father and his good looks, but come on."

"Are all parents and children sick?

"Chiuuuuuu?

"... nothing, go on"

I accidentally put a scratch in Victoria's response, and I panicked.

"Uh, if you can read it, why don't you just tell Mr. Falger straight away?

"No, I didn't, because I was so excited about it."

Say advanced language or something, put that fruit on the och just a creative letter, and somehow Victoria didn't seem to feel comfortable communicating it.

"By the way, what did it say?

"Welcome to the ancient ruins of your dreams. If you would like to enter, please contact the receptionist next to the entrance…"

"Mm-hmm, sorry. What does your father think of the ancient ruins?

That sentence, which I can only assume is wearing the ruins and theme parks wrong, ruined the mysterious sense of ruins because of it. This is really a ruin-type attraction facility.

"That's right. There's no way we're going to be greeted with a stereotype that looks like it could be found anywhere in the ancient ruins that we've built."

"Mm-hmm, sorry. What do you think the ancient ruins are, too?

Victoria and I can't really communicate with the will, and I hold my eyebrows gently together with my eyes closed and items dripping.

"So, the relic statue in you won't tell me how to tell you what I just said?

"Huh? Uh..."

Victoria asks me and I say it. When I think about it, I don't really know what a relic is. I only had information that came out in movies, cartoons, etc. Maybe the entrance to the ruins usually says what Victoria says, and I'm insane.

"Ma, what do you think of Magilka?

Nature and I tried to talk to a friend we could rely on because of the absence of a maid we could rely on.

"Right. If you want to create a mysterious sense of ancient ruins, why not make the text feel more mysterious, not direct, and far-flung?

"" I see ""

"Now, let's tell it in some pretty enigmatic words, come on"

Convinced of Magilka's advice, Victoria is better at what she does, heading under Falgar.

"I decrypted the letters there. Don't listen to me."

Victoria waves, wondering if she has, putting up a pose that she doesn't quite understand while keeping close to her face.

(When she says something, does she suffer from a disease that she has to pose for?

"Uh... well, that's the entrance there... well, there might be something around you to open that up, right?

(What's so mysterious about that? Ugh! Besides, why is it doubtful?

Let it be expected, and I'll stick with the untwisted statement and just stop it in my heart.

"Well, that's a mystery."

Falgar has answered with a difficult face on the back of my heart. I accidentally scratched, "I wonder if that's why," but I succeed in restraining myself from this again. Maybe, no, with all due respect. Maybe he has a different thought circuit than I do. That makes me wonder if I'm more and more insane. More like this when it comes to riddles, isn't it something that comes indirectly in difficult language?

"Well, I see that's what you're saying."

Falgar noticed something in my mind as I was fighting the grid, and I started checking the walls around.

"This is it! If that pattern is a letter, I can solve the mystery. Some of the symbols drawn over there match what's here. Maybe this is a coincidence or something here."

(That probably says' reception '......)

Talking excitedly, Falgar feels like an archaeologist who packs and solves mysteries, but he is more of an adventurer than a scholar because his head is too macho down there. Besides, I could see Othi as a person who knew the true text, and I was sooo calmer than the excitement of being able to solve a sad mystery.

"Hmm, I wonder if there's anything like a setup somewhere. Hmm, the stone here is going to push..."

Watching Falgar wander off the wall with Wasawasa, he stopped pitting and carefully pushed some of the walls.

and at that time, something gutted off and the wall in front of the falgar fell out at the door size, falling this way.

"Mr. Falgar, you're in danger."

"Humph!"

A rock wall of considerable weight fell on Falgar and I got the word out before I acted. but Falger supported the rock wall without difficulty, which was unlikely to be supported by a normal human being with room for my worries, and threw it sideways.

"What, don't worry about it. These are everyday tea meals in the ruins, and I've been able to support them many times."

I don't know what a good word to say to Falgar, who kicks me with a refreshing smile and thumbs-up, haha I laugh a lot more empty.

But that empty laugh soon disappeared, too.

Because a skeleton appeared from behind a falgar with his back against an empty wall.

"Mr. Falger, shh."

"Humph!"

Fargar moves into action sooner than I say, turning and kicking at the skeletons who come out to do something.

"What, don't worry about it. These things are everyday tea and tea in the ruins, and I've been able to deal with them many times."

Falger smiled and punched Skeleton as he stuffed his distance from the flying Skeleton all at once. Whether that blow is heavy and destructive, Skeleton cracks and falls apart within sight.

(I feel like the archaeologist statue in me is being oranged and scattered through the wood dust)

"... Um... when I was waiting in the reception room, they rang the bell, and it was a customer, come on. I went outside and they kicked me and I got bummed... am I the only one who looks like I am?

Magilka, who was similarly static beside me watching the whole game, heard Bosoli.

"... the monsters of the ruins in the world may be fighting those misunderstandings day and night..."

I can only see that as well because Magilka is something that says weird, and I have no choice but to answer sadly.

"Now, in these patterns, this undead holds the key to the next... hmm, is this it?

As we talked, Falgar was taking something out of a skeleton that had become a piece of wood dust. Example letters are engraved on palm-sized stone slabs. Probably means' key '.

"... Um... Strong key from beaten down employee"

"Don't say any more, 'cause I'm gonna mock you"

Again Magilka is about to say something weird, and I rush to block her words. Otherwise, the emotional destination of the ruins adventure talks is going to be crazy in the future...

"Okay, I wonder if there's anything I can do with this"

While I was poking, Falgar kept going. It's hard for him to get out of it, but if it goes on, it'll feel like a promising pattern later. I peek into the corner where Skeleton appeared without hesitation, looking for anything.

"There it is, it looks like it matches what I just picked up. If you put this in..."

Watching Falgar work with Gossogoso away, the gaggling blunt sound echoes again, and the wall that was supposed to be the entrance makes a noise and falls down.

I guess I would be happy to say "Yay, I opened it" here, but for some reason I only came out with a dry laugh that I honestly couldn't be happy with myself. Perhaps we should have just gone to the entrance and called the employee and asked the employee to use the key to open the door and go through the gate......

Thinking about it, where is the mysterious adventure to the ruins? I stopped wanting to take care of the excitement when I thought that maybe the ruins of the world were actually like this when I opened the lid.

(This is not a ruin, this is a hot spring facility, a hot spring facility. So, it's not what I think of the ruins, yeah, yeah, okay, now it's okay. I'm not scared of anything else coming)

I walked into the entrance, telling myself.