Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

"The Footsteps of Death," Anemone was in a hurry.

Dungeon basement seventh floor. Commonly known as' Small Room '.

It is a hierarchy made up of countless small rooms sandwiched between aisles and doors.

In front of you is the passage of the trail, with six sloppy left and six right doors on its walls, for a total of twelve doors.

"Damn...... another door"

Each door leads into a small room, where monsters, traps, drop items, etc. should have been placed.

Other than that, I've come across living spaces where there shouldn't be users like washrooms, closets, kitchens, etc. (Rumors are famous that somewhere on this floor, the survival of a good old magician runs a hidden life, but now it doesn't matter).

"Doors, doors, doors...... come on, I'm sick of this!

Until I opened the door, it was a joke that I didn't know what was waiting for me, but all she needed was a small room connected to the other aisles.

From there, we have to repeat the journey by opening countless more doors and eventually find a small room with a staircase up there.

"What time is left... maybe half a day"

For her, the biggest enemy now is time.

It was all caused by the fact that I dropped Napzak at some point as I continued my quest for continuous combat. It was packed with light portable food.

More than a day has passed without saying anything since then. If you're a regular person, you can move for a few days without drinking or eating, but not anemones. Your physique won't allow it.

My body is already heavy.

The injury to the left arm I suffered earlier is also no longer satisfactorily curable.

Perhaps after the second half of the day, the effects of 'Heroes' will be completely cut off to solve the enhancements of abilities, mental stability, attribute tolerance, and various other effects. That way, instead of fighting monsters anymore, she weakens to the point where she can't even stand the weight of her armor and can't move.

Wave the great sword, destroy the door, check one room at a time. I didn't think it would be too much trouble to keep the door open, although it would be abusive.

"I'm an idiot. We're gonna get caught off guard, so we're gonna have this kind of trouble."

It is not so difficult to proceed with the dungeon.

Most monsters you encounter are not opponents. I could have defeated the Great Sword just by waving it once or twice if they hadn't even used strange sorcery or something. There is no pain or itching from the top of the armor (full armor), and even if you suffer an injury, it will heal completely in a few hours.

The basement 10th floor that no one had been able to reach for the last years alone was no difficulty for her either.

And at this rate, I made the mistake of losing precious food on the arrow tip, which I thought would soon reach the fifteenth floor of my purpose as well.

It was also shortly after the completion of the solo tenth floor trampling that I had previously been in a predicament.

That's when I accidentally fell into a poison trap. That way home was hell as I kept walking for over half a day coughing with poison all over my body armor.

I don't know where to run into another Explorer. Who could be watching. So I took off my helmet, and I couldn't expose myself.

Anemone had hidden her identity from the inhabitants of this city.

Instead of probably stepping into this dungeon once the origins are known, even entering and leaving the city should be denied entry.

All to fulfill a grief. I was ready to throw out my own life for that, and I was going to slap everything that would be an obstacle.

……

I can think of the young man at that time on the pretend.

The only person he has witnessed this appearance. Despite that, I couldn't even kill him, and even my eyelashes were saved.

I couldn't thank you or apologize.

I just didn't know what to do then, leaving only the threatening words......

"How about that? Focus. Focus."

Anyway, now we should focus on getting back on the ground without thinking too much.

This is it.

As long as you climb the stairs, you'll be able to get out of the dungeon to the ground without much difficulty later.

Then you just have to eat something full of stomach.

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Fujiwara went out that morning in the middle of nowhere in The Age of the Good Old Mages (GOOD). I wanted to refill things.

When you finish buying out at the market, of course on your way home, you'll also stop at the 'Land Dragon Looking Up at the Sun' pavilion. Between dusk and dawn, it is a liquor store, but it opens its coffee shop at noon.

He always decided to buy coffee and snacks here, a stabiliser for his heart.

"There you are, old tool shop"

When I knocked on the door, my mistress greeted me with an eyelid wiping the ale jock across the counter.

Fujiwara shakes his neck. Usually this time the busy threesome of old ladies were supposed to be in store number.

"What's going on at this hour?

"My niece congratulated me. My grandmothers are out looking after us."

I see. It seems to be a family situation.

My mistress is going to chop up the liquor store from night on like this, so she'll be stuffed to work, but with her usual soggy face, she's going to clean up her teddy, wet dishes, even to say she doesn't know the word rest etc.

"Humph."

Fujiwara snorted. Something smells good in the store.

I wonder what it is.

Fragrant. Probably after baking baked sweets.

I was trying biscuits because I was free.

That's how my mistress stops the work hand once and brings me a few biscuits in a small plate. It is burned to a good color like fox fur.

Pick one and it's warm because it was still freshly made.

"Mm-hmm. It's delicious. This"

"Thank you."

Flattering and delicious.

It may not be sweet enough for a child, but it's good there. Ideal for both tea reception and snacks.

I hear this strong woman is originally an amazing searcher.

That arm hasn't faded yet, and if the Seekers are going to make a brawl here, it's a reputation that will be fought and defeated immediately.

But in this way they can also be competent in cooking. Probably planted by those three grandmothers.

"Well, I'm glad you're always running errands."

"Uh, coffee and... right. Give me that biscuit."

"There's sesame seeds and tea besides plain."

"Then five at a time"

"Every time."

My mistress just nodded her biscuits on the wrapping paper, cutting them out as I recall.

"... by the way, an ancient tool store. I need a favor."

"Ah, what is it?

"I want you to sell the amulet."

"Amulet... is that what you call a talisman (amulet) or something?

"No, not like that. I need a good luck amulet."

"Like a commercial prosperity figurine?

Fujiwara asks as she reaches for the rest of the biscuits served on the plate.

Similar requests have been made in other stores.

Because in the last few years, labyrinth cities have been hit by an unprecedented recession. Because the dungeon has been in a pretty dangerous state since one of the expeditions. Thanks to this, the searchers are unable to collect various items and make a decent living, sales have dropped to the point of stirring up every store, and the arrival of goods continues unabated.

It is no exaggeration to say that the city is turned around by dungeons.

"No, the problem is not business."

"Is it not?"

"Hi. Looks like your niece's going to have a difficult birth. I have a store, so you can't go check on him. I'd like to at least send you an edge."

"I see."

It didn't seem like the request I thought it would be.

But if that's what you're talking about, I'm willing to do whatever I can with this one.

Fujiwara lays her finger on the glasses and traces her memory.

Find out if there are as many items as you know that will fulfill your requirements, from the display in the store to the inventory in the warehouse to the items you have sold in the past.

"Just the right thing came to mind...... unfortunately you are out of stock now"

"Right. Then just in case you buy it, you can leave it for me. I'll definitely buy it."

"Okay. I'll see if there's any stock in the store I know."

"I asked for it."

When Fujiwara finishes accounting, a paper bag is offered.

Unexpectedly, it was bulky, so I peeked inside and it was packed with biscuits considerably more than I ordered.

My mistress explains why before I ask.

"Actually, you failed. It's not for sale, but it's not like you can't eat it, so help me."

"Thank you. But... can you eat it?"

"Some masters pick alcohol for anything."

"He's traveling to the labyrinth city to the west."

"Ooh, ooh. Can I help you?"

"Well, that's what he says, what do you think?"

The master went out only to say he was going to buy it a few months ago. I don't know how much you're going to buy, but in this recession, I didn't think you had someone to sell.

So work is just a pretext, and I'm staring at whether my real purpose is to travel in my spare time.

In the end, Fujiwara thanked him for holding a bag of inedible biscuits in his hands and left behind the "Earthdragon Looking Up at the Sun" pavilion.

Well, with all this, you won't have to go outside for the time being to have trouble with what you eat.

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It's about the way home.

When he returned near the store, Fujiwara found a falling figure at the end of the road.

There is a dungeon entrance and exit (entrance hall) near here. Once in a while there are people who have come back to earth exhausted after a long period of exploration.

Probably something like that.

"Actively sell thanks and strive to acquire new customers" is the teacher's thankful teaching, and there is no alternative to helping than it is the store's policy.

But I got a bad feeling from around here somewhat closer. Thank you. I can see you. I recognized that look.

It is the alien warrior who is falling.

He wears a full-body armor (full armor) that covers even a small gap in steel from the whirl hair to the toe, as if it were a reminder of the battlefield, and carries a sword that is likely to be equally effective with the Great Ghost (Auga).

……

She is the "Footsteps of Death" lady.

He is an explorer (porter) who broke through the basement tenth floor of the dungeon alone (solo) while still rushing out and won two names. He is a person whose gender, race, age, and name are all considered unknown because he does not remain silent and does not even return greetings, even while gaining public attention.

But Fujiwara was the only one who knew it was a seventeen- or eight-year-old woman who was inside, in the back of its noisy appearance.

Because she had fallen in front of the store before because she had been severely poisoned, and had taken off her armor for treatment.

I feel depressed remembering I was about to be killed then.

But if you leave her alone, someone else will suffer secondary damage, and there's more to help.

I sighed and then approached him with a feeling of giving up.

"... what. Is that you?"

"That's a terrible thing to say at the top of the opening."

But I was a little surprised to remember this face.

"... hmm"

"Did you get another poison trap?

"I don't repeat mistakes I made once"

"Really..."

Covered and unable to confirm that look, the 'Footsteps of Death' lady felt sure to say it away with a clear face.

But it is not convincing or dignified to be told such a thing while sleeping in a large letter.

With that said, this was the first time I had a conversation with her. I remember the last time she wasn't in decent shape and didn't exchange a lot of words.

"By the way, you... tell someone about me"

"I didn't say it. If you tell anybody, they'll kill you, right?

"That's right. I'll still keep you alive, so keep that in mind."

"Yes, thank you."

She releases this again in a great tone of voice to say heh heh.

Why are there so many women who are called masters, who are called this person, who are called lady husbands of eyelids, who seem to feel strong around themselves or have a high temper?

……

The 'Footsteps of Death' lady still doesn't look like she's trying to get up.

Even if she's not poisoned. I'm pretty sure she's in a state where she can't move under some circumstances.

But it seems like we can talk normally, and if we've walked this far, we wouldn't have been paralyzed or petrified. I find the left forearm (gauntlet) slightly distorted, but this also doesn't seem to have anything to do with the cause of the injury that seemed to have been sustained but was unable to move.

"So what the hell..."

Grr.

Kirurururu.

Fujiwara talks to ask about her condition and is blocked by the sounds that rang out loudly.

And I guessed all the circumstances.

……

……

After a while, he groans remorsefully, "... cum".

The "Footsteps of Death" lady wanted to escape but wasn't sure if she was physically immobile or bored, but she was shivering her whole body armor into snails and small pieces. You can't be ashamed because you have so clearly declared your desire to survive.

I thought Fujiwara was very sorry she couldn't see the look on her face hidden by her helmet.

"Uh... I have coffee and biscuits, how about that?," I propose.

Grr.

Kirurururu.

"... gushun... eat"

As positive words returned to the tear mix, Fujiwara decided to hurry back to the 'days of the good old magicians' in order to bring her a trolley.

You won't be killed if you sell this much for now.