Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Inside the ruins, passageways were intricate and like mazes. There are countless bends and divides, and sometimes you have to go up and down the stairs to move on. And on the way, there's naturally a resilient obstructor standing in the way.

"Shit! What the hell is that? The sword's not coming through!

The leader of the "Four-Headed Dragon" spits poisonously at the billiard shock that passes over the pattern. What stands in the way is the seemingly all-body armored soldier with a spear in his hand and a silver gloss all over his body. But the distorted silhouette, which grows its head directly from its torso without going through its neck and has unusually thick hands and feet, obviously did not seem human. It's like a soldier doll made of clay pinched by a child.

"Oh, it's the golem! It's also made of metal!

The colour of excitement is also one of the members of 'Ars Longa' who shouts dewy.

Golem. It is a kind of demon of use, created by the Magic Master by giving a temporary first life to matter. Its strength also depends on the quality of the material in addition to the strength of the maker. It is very troublesome, especially if it is made of metal. Even though it is highly durable, it adds to the robustness of the metal.

"And this shade... Mithrill! It's Mithril Golem!

"Mithril, you say?

"Hey, isn't that a super fancy magic alloy!? That's why you made the golem!?

Ninon attracts expression. It would be hidden in the forehead, but it would also be so open that the eyes pop out. What I was told by "Ars Longa" was so much upsetting information.

Mithril is also called magical silver, or true silver. A silver alloy that is tough and lightweight and can be made to possess a variety of magical properties by machining methods, rarely produced from the silver mines of a land with a strong magic pulse. As for the material of the weapon, it is told that it is super first-class and that many of the equipment of those who were called heroes more than in ancient times were made of misrils. The material of a legendary weapon, so to speak, is a rare metal that is considered synonymous with it.

Worst of all, that's what makes up the whole body of the golem in front of you.

…………

Golem moves that body, also known as the walking ingot, with the agility to betray its appearance. The target was the leader of the 'four-headed dragon', who was cutting the lead. He strikes the swordsman who was ahead of the treasure hunt with a spear in his hand.

"Damn, don't lick the puppet!!

But to the boulder. An adventurer who also reached B-rank. It is also a fierce man who consistently continued to occupy the leader's seat at parties where he continued to switch members frequently. Instead of being poked and killed with a single spear, he plays with a sword on the patterned head, dodging it without a scratch and showing it.

But the price was huge.

Pakin, and make a light noise, and the sword in your hand breaks and flies from half.

"Shit! Like a fool, it's a wootsteel sword from the ship!? How can you break it!!

Although it is a rare steel from other continents, which is not rusted, broken or bent, it was seen as a bad minute by a misrilled opponent on a boulder. Anyway, they're building the whole body of the golem, so are the spears that I let them hold.

Girard shelters him on his back, bent down.

"Back off. I'll do it."

As I said, I set up a song knife in my hand.

And take one deep breath in front of the impending golem of pursuit. As I echoed, the incredible phosphorescence that always covered my body intensified.

"... Huh!

Slash.

A hard object makes a rubbing sound, one vertical from the top of the head of the golem, and a straight line of sparks runs.

At the next moment, every spear in my hand, the golem, had been turned into two pieces and rolled on the floor.

"Him, a knife..."

"Wow, wow! The boulder sounded like a sound [Red Lion] fangs! If Mithril is a legendary alloy, this one is also called a legend!

The leader of "Four-Headed Dragon" opens his mouth with Pocan, and the faces of "Ars Longa" stand in colour.

This song knife that even breaks Mithrill-built golems, in fact, is not even metal. It's a weapon shaped by processing parts of an organism.

It is a dragon's fang.

A vicious dragon that once struck the West and devastated multiple B-rank parties. The Great Scarlet Shield, which eventually stabbed Todome at it after a fierce battle, used its parts to equip themselves to commemorate the Dragon Killer Medal.

Girard's song knife that forged his fangs - the Dragon Tooth Sword.

Cedric's shield covered with scales - dragon scale shield.

Goche's short knife with sharpened nails - a dinosaur nail.

Ninon's Nimon Clothes sewn with a beard - Dragonbeard Clothes.

That's it, four types in total. They are all super first-class gear, worthy of the A-rank, which defines the apex of the adventurer.

Not inferior to its rarity, its performance, together with misrills, etc.

The colours of envy and jealousy seep into the eyes of the adventurers around them.

But on the other hand, the face of "The Great Scarlet Shield" had a worrying gaze at Girard.

"... you've poured in a lot, haven't you?

"Oh. He was the one who needed to do that"

"Wow. I can't do this."

"No. Still, after all, it's me or Girard. Whatever it is, it's too hard..."

Ninon takes care of their leader, Cedric cuts his teeth with remorse, and Goche sighs with no choice. And Girard was wetting his face with cold sweat while showing a flat bare gesture.

These four types of dragon-made armaments are also a type of costume with common and special features.

It is… a temporary performance improvement, at the expense of the health of the holder.

By literally breathing life in, dragon claw teeth regain their lifetime acuity, and scales and beards gain toughness that can withstand them as well. It's obvious, but it's not something you can use over and over in the short term. Now in the Cyclops around noon, the magical firepower of the Apostle of Dawn was applied to conserve it. By then, the burden is enormous.

And in the current situation of losing the demon conductor, I had to cut that trump card. No, even if "The Apostle of Dawn" was alive, he's opponent of a Mithrill golem who excelled in his magical resistance. It would still have been used.

"Hey, what the fuck are you messing around with in your crew?

"No, it's nothing"

Return the word of deception toward the 'four-headed dragon' who raises the voice of doubt. Armed reinforcement is a double-edged sword, a secret inside. It is not a secret that can easily be revealed to outsiders. "Four-headed dragon" in particular is a remarkable alarm for appetite. If you find out about the existence of a trump card with disadvantages, it's no wonder you scratched this sleeping neck and tried to take it away.

Because somehow the killing of adventurers is a loss to the dead without a mouth.

Damn, how can the Alliance also make and leave such a decision? The face of "The Great Scarlet Shield" moaned so uniformly, in front of an irreversible ally.

Meanwhile, when it comes to the face of 'Ars Longa',

"Hmm, I'm still just using Mithril, and the builder is exquisite."

"Absolutely. Is it still the heritage of the ancients who built this ruin? You must have built a civilization so advanced."

"For that, how simple is the modeling? I think this expensive golem would be better designed."

"Yes. If you left it as the Guardian of this ruin, more symbolism would be valued -"

etc., surrounding the wreckage of the golem and delayed in the examination.

Despite being in the middle of the enemy land, vigilance is still equal to zero.

"... you guys, pull yourselves together a little more"

"What? Oh, yes.... but you have A-rank wildfires over there, right? Wouldn't it be useless to just be on our guard?"

"Is that what this is all about?

"Even so. Don't worry, we've disarmed the surrounding traps in front of you."

Yeah, if you say so. If you do rely on the power of Goche during the Cheng Dynasty, be wary. But what about relying so much on adventurers from other parties? Stubborn like "Four-headed Dragon" or "Apostle of Dawn" is also a problem, but this one burns his hands in a different way. As an adventurer you seem to be thrown round even the least amount of work, say to the entity, it's like being pushed to babysit.

Ninon opens his mouth so as to hide the awkward atmosphere.

"So what do you say? Did you find out anything about that golem?

"Oh, well done. You listened!

One of the "Ars Longa" makes his face shine as he waited.

I accidentally stood up for signs of a long mouth. The survival of the Apostle of Dawn should still be tortured, but none of these explorers seem to care.

"Normally, the Guardians bequeathed to these temples, graves and other religious remains should only be designed with a greater emphasis on symbolism! Closer to the human figure or decorated with expensive ornaments!

"Because those people get a variety of other effects, such as intimidating the burglars, showing off the authority of the gods they are worshipping and the people they are buried in, and other magical secondary effects. Isn't it weird if we don't?

"No, I didn't just ketch -"

"Impossible! I have the technical and financial ability to use Mithril as an alloy for Golem materials. An ancient power born into such a civilization would definitely be more decorative! If you can't do that, you should drop the rank of Golem material and arm it with Mithril products. Even with out-of-performance. The simplicity of this Mithrill Golem is peculiar enough!

"I mean, what the hell..."

Girard prompts ahead with a seeping voice of tiredness. This sense of fatigue can never put life into the sword, etc.

However, the storyteller continues the listener's circumstances with a face that is as if indifferent,

"According to the hypothesis I just made, I mean, this golem-"

No, try to continue,

"Huh!? Stay back!!

"- Bubba ah ah ah!?

I was blocked by Goche's alarm and a sudden gush from the ceiling.

Four shadows emerged from above. The figure is almost identical to the remains of the golem rolling there. The only difference is that it is not amputated. The raiders were killing all four of 'Ars Longa' in an instant.

"… is complete. I mean, this golem is a few dozen dozen."

Girard groans as he stands.

In short, it is a mass-produced type that is abundant. Miscellaneous soldier style adorns him like a general and other laughs. Then there is no need to elaborate on the decorative properties anywhere. In short, that's what it is.

"I'm not kidding...... is this still a massive mess?

The look on Goche's face was convulsive.

Are these golems crusading grades roughly B to A- and so on? But that's only if it's one thing. It is also a nightmare for A-rank adventurers, such as this coming at the flock in exchange.

Not to mention that the opponent came by surprise without being sensed right up to the last minute by a wild spot like Gorche. Does it even use hidden passages covered with advanced magic guidance technology? Or is it the spatial transfer you're using? Either way, it was a terribly nasty move.

"But... we just have to do it!

Cedric takes a step forward. Four enemies. From the sudden appearance of the ceiling, there is a good chance that there will be further reinforcements. Then it would be foolish to put Girard forward and fight like before. It is Othi who is surrounded and skewered from all sides, no matter how exceptional a swordsman is. This is where Cedric, a heavy warrior, buys a shield and stops eating, while destroying and cutting through each.

"..." O Lord, lay down upon yourselves and be a rare servant - "

Ninon begins to preach the eulogy of recovery. For the Great Scarlet Shield, which trumps the armed activation that cuts health, the restorative magic that can restore lost vitality is truly a lifeline. The number of times I can use it in a day is limited, but I couldn't spare a serving.

A riot has begun.

Distracted by the unrest, the two survivors of the Four-Headed Dragon were leaving the scene.

The majority of alliances have fallen off and they have also lost half of their members. In addition, even losing the sword, a swordsman but also a weapon, it was sophisticated to stay on that spot and become a foothold. Therefore, the leader of the "Four-Headed Dragon" decided to leave in tears - not for any reason, of course.

"Ki, kihihihihi! It was a shitty job, but I got lucky at the end of the day!

"HI, HI......! Hiya......!

Each of them had a mass of metal in both arms. You might think they won't be able to move a handful of metal or anything, but there they are adventurers too. If it is also a class B avant-garde, it is also said that the arm strength is ten manpower. If you let me tell you something, I don't even have any fabrication, such as lifting and carrying it by hand, whether it's iron or gold.

Especially if the subject is a misrill known as lightweight among alloys.

Yes, he is pushing everything on the 'Great Scarlet Shield' and walking away with the remains of the golem.

Anyway, Mithril is a legendary alloy. Even if it is discarded, it will be exchanged for 1.5x the gold mass of the song. So much for the price. If you bring back such a substitute, you can live on a left dough fan for a while. Then enough is enough, any more exploration and other ridiculous.

They don't have the guilt of abandoning their allied peers. Even though he is the same adventurer and better than himself, he is a contender for pie. Ever since I took this quest, I've also been directed to something that I don't care about eating. I don't care what it takes to kick you off the cliff from behind, I don't have any brother-in-law to help you, let alone die with you all.

We, no, just ourselves, survive and grow up at all costs. With that in mind, the leader of The Four-Headed Dragon continues to run.

(All grunting! All grunting, you shitheads! I'm the one who survives, I'm the one who goes up, I'm the last one to win. Yikes!!

Wizards of The Apostle of Dawn who don't have a nose. The footsteps of 'Ars Longa' are the only way to pinch the little reason around. "The Great Scarlet Shield," which looked down on itself from above in business. And the men of "The Four-Headed Dragon" who didn't even help to the extent of abandoned pawns.

Taunting all of that, he runs to the exit.

No matter how many fighter swordsmen a group, 'Four-Headed Dragon' is a party that went up to B-rank. This man, who is also a leader, has completed the minimum exploration skills. The general map of this dungeon could be drawn on my head. After that, you can escape while killing the signs and go down the mountain while avoiding encounters with monsters. It's a life-saving force, but if you use consumables such as smell removal potions, you can do it.

It's a plan that has a lot of unfounded optimism, but it's important to believe in hope. In desperate situations, assuming that you will be well, you may also create an uninterrupted explosive power to be without giving up hope. As a matter of fact, that's how he cut through Setouchi, which he has visited many times in his life.

But...

………………

Who knows. One of the golems guarding the "Temple of the Sun" was waiting for an intruder to escape on the T-shaped road near the exit.

A metallic monster that doesn't accept raw and half swordspears and hardly even magic, even though it's the one. Both the leader who lost his weapon in the first battle and his last subordination, which only had inferior skill, were bound to be kicked in the ass without rivalry.

But it is.

… a sudden question, what are the most important qualities for adventurers?

Most people say they are capable. The strength of the arms, the level of magic, the skill of exploration, the wealth of knowledge, and judgment will surely be something you must have as an adventurer. In a way, that's the right answer.

Whoever goes through answers that it is madness. In other words, it's the strength of faith, the strength of the spirit. It is only fragile in the primitive spirit in adventures in the outermost demonic realm and in the fight against vicious and incomparable mighty enemies. Armour your mind with madness, and some of the water will float. This is also, in a sense, the correct answer.

But the correct answer to this question is as if it were different.

I can't give you an answer right now, but I'm sure you'll be able to see what it is in the future.

Either way, put the scene back.

The golem was on its way to attacking the 'four-headed dragon', following faithfully the duties entered in him and trying to escape.

but

"Higher command transmission than Opus 01. Stop Golem Six immediately....... over"

As soon as I was hung up on those words, I stopped Pittari and his movements.

Exactly a moment later, the remnants of the 'Four-Headed Dragon' jump out towards the exit, not knowing what lurks in the darkness of the corner.

"... haha! It's the exit! I ran him off, shitty ruins!!

"Ha, ha, ha... Ha...?

At first sight, it descends the mountain in a dangerous foothold. I don't even look back on the ruins behind me. Naturally, we observe ourselves from it, not even as much as dew notices the existence that stopped the golem.

Most importantly, if she hadn't let the A-rank wildfire break the concealment the other day, even if it rubbed off just thirty centimeters away, she wouldn't have let it detect its existence.

"... have you been there? I just want you to watch your step and go home."

Saying so and dropping off the 'four-headed dragon' from the shadow of the entrance to the temple is the owner of an outfit that does not resemble an ancient ruin, behind an untouched mountain, or a depressed sea of trees.

A woman in maid's clothes fitted with a silver collar - a uni.

And the space next to her rocks like a pneumonia. In the next moment, there was another new figure there.

A dark elf, dry, admonished by a collar of slaves, just like Uni.

"Hey, uni. Can I let them live and go home, those guys? Fix it and they'll take the golem you can still use, won't they?

"I don't mind. That's what's right for your husband."

"I hope so, but as far as I'm concerned, it just seems like a seed for later disaster. Even though it is a common material in the lab, it is a misrill, even if it is a rare metal. Let me take it back, don't the monkeys, driven by greed, just come this far for the treasure?

"Don't you see, Dry? That's why it's good."

"Oh?"

Dry your right eye instantly, Uni continues.

"Mithril Golem is a promotional material for outfits. If rare metals are an opportunity to get them, other adventurers who have been watching will gather in this dungeon. Hunt it as an experimental primitive. You'll see."

"Um, you've heard the explanation many times. But do we need to spread the word about this dungeon as soon as possible? If you do poorly, adventurers get too much together, and there is a fear of oversupply. I don't feel comfortable calling them allies and pushing them over and over again."

"No problem. The reality of the Alliance, as you've just seen."

I'm told, Dry thinks back. The ugliness of adventurers fighting ahead and running out and pulling each other's legs. The guys who said A-rank or something on the boulder had some sight, but otherwise it's disastrous.

"You won't be born overnight, like an alliance that lets you keep your lives together. If it was meant to be, it would be trust to build on each other by taking a long period of time and sometimes showing them mud on for each other. This is what happens in the end, even if it only connects with temporary profits. Alliances don't work with untrustworthy opponents… that's the iron rule of adventurers…"

"How many things are there, such as multiple parties where you can trust each other, to the people who have been invited to fulfill the glow of Mithril?... Cheng Cheng, that's what you mean"

"Exactly. Furthermore, if those adventurers return to their feet, they will hustle and tell us that it is the ancient golem that is in the temple behind the sea of trees. And even if they're protecting the ruins. In other words, there is no demon in the back that aggressively harms humanity."

Even if adventurers come from all over the continent, they can never work together satisfactorily. It's like a huge crowd of adventurers gathered for treasure and all that's at stake for division. So we can't have a massive alliance, and even if we can, it's not a threat, Uni says.

And if you know that keeping the dungeon is just a golem to do the orders, the Adventurer Guild doesn't make aggressive gestures either. They always crusade over demons that threaten the human sphere of life as a matter of priority. Something like poking a hive into a prank, such as putting your hands on a grave guard of a site that doesn't do immediate harm. To do that, you can't force a valuable high-ranking adventurer to organize an alliance to undermine it.

Of course, hunting demons in the Tree Sea will be active, but the 'Temple of the Sun' - and hence the safety of the labs present beneath it - can be bought. Coming up to the 'Temple' are a few parties, even with strength, or alliances that have always had a crisis of disintegration? Only ducks are convenient for hunting as a vegetarian in any case. That was the reason I let The Four-Headed Dragon have the remains of the golem and let him get away with it.

"... the point came in. Well done, really."

"Yeah, boulders are your husband. The details seem to have been fleshed out by Sir Rubert."

"Rubel's boy? Daiwa, it would be the part about giving me Mithril as a souvenir. Didn't I?"

"No, it's your answer. He also seems to be hungry for materials to promote the land."

"To gather people to Marlan? He's in charge of home affairs. That's a lot to be desired."

With that said, the two women gaze back at the escaping adventurer for a moment.

Huh, Uni said as I had in mind.

"He's going to be a good adventurer over there."

"Hmm? That skilful runner, huh? I'm sure you're lucky to have connected your life today."

But that's all, isn't it? The continuation was inhibited by a way to shake Uni's neck sideways.

"That good luck, that's all that matters. This is just my theory… In the end, a good adventurer means a lucky adventurer."

"- You're in luck..."

"Why don't you just say it? But isn't it all up to luck to be born blessed with talent, to have the opportunity to blossom it, to be able to demonstrate the strength you have developed? If you're unlucky, shoot him halfway down the road, nothing to die for and pick up the body. It's a gift of good luck not to have to."

When they say that, the drying is no better than snorting.

Through the "Great Tree Sea of Darkness," you can escape from the "Temple of the Sun," and bring it back to Mithril, which is, besides, a seed of great money. That was certainly not an adventure anyone could have had. It would be a difficult thing to fulfill without being a good adventurer.

"Whatever it is, it's just enough to turn the desk into a thing when luck opens.... Oh, this is all my own idea. You don't have to take it seriously."

"No, no, even if it impressed me. This is the euphemism of the great adventurer [Silver Wolf], Lord Uni. Remember the liver."

"Don't make fun of me too much. I was a little embarrassed when I said something that didn't seem like it."

"Damn, are you that ashamed you fell in love with me? I mean, I'm the happiest person in the world that ever met your husband, is that what you mean? Hmm?

"If you understand, please don't tell me.... Damn, you're a bad dark elf."

That's what I said. Hang up, Uni was watching the adventurers go down the mountain in silence.

Hold a treasure full of arms, sword on your hips and go down a road without paths, in a way more adventurous back than anyone else.

The center of the temple, a midday world still bright at night.

She was waiting for them there.

Rolling at your feet is the end of an intruder.

She laughs before the four who strip her eyes in amazement.

With a delightful, swinging face from the bottom of my heart.

"I've been waiting for you, sir... and I greet you, Mass"

The deepest part rolled in to be driven away by sporadic golem raids and traps. It was a sight that, in every sense, did not seem to be the object of the world that greeted the four men of "The Great Scarlet Shield" with those words.

Standing in the middle of a space like a hallway, filling the floor with half its body, is a giant crystal that shines like the sun itself. Despite the time of night, a place called the interior of the ruins by an eye-burning light source, the vision is as bright as the midday outdoors.

The next thing that pops into my eyes is one woman in strange armored clothes and ear coverings, standing on her back with a crystal and trying to protect it. The wind blowing through the holes in the ceiling like a skylight, its appearance that drowned platinum hair seemed believable even when told that she was a witch who would continue to serve this temple more than in ancient times.

That's good. But if you drop your gaze at her feet, there's a hell of a sight out there.

…… …… …………

Somehow throw out both hands and feet, a man lying on the stone floor. A cloth wrapped around a half-naked limb can hardly be seen as a magician's robe. The eyeballs continue to peel their white eyes and throw their gaze into the void, and with the thin chest plate going up and down small, they can recognize that they are hardly dead. Did you get any horrible eyes, all your hair had turned into gray hair?

Survival of the man - the "Apostle of Dawn," perhaps that leader - is surrounded by choking blood and a sweep of flesh pieces. It is as if the chicken feathers used for cooking were associated with scattered and scattered the human body instead of No, as a matter of fact, the right thing must have been done.

The odd thing is that there's not a scratch on a man who thinks he's been subjected to such a tragic extreme of abuse.

"Sometimes the world is strange, and leaks solitaire, Mass"

The woman, presumed to be the perpetrator, began to speak of the species herself.

"This flesh blocks the wound when treating with potion or restorative magic. Where the hell does this come from, Uka? Mass that is clearly beyond the nutrients, energy and mass that can be stored in the human body. Sne in doubt. … even if you bring in too much scientific thought about magical production, you can't help it, Suga"

There is no smile on the face of the woman who speaks lightly that I have already shown earlier. There's just a faceless look like ice or metal mimicking people. But the vividness of what made him talk, and the sourness, even the adventurer of the war, was enough to snort.

In other words, until the carpet of flesh was laid on one side of the floor, this woman repeatedly recovered from chopping the human body.

"Who are you?"

It is still to be said, Girard, that among the adventurers who had lost their words to a different sight, they sanctified and cut off the tantrum as soon as possible.

Set up a dragon tooth sword, a love knife, and ask a woman sharply as she turns her cutting edge.

"You finally talked to me, and I have feelings for you, Mass.... but you need an answer to that question, don't you, Uka?

"So you're the boss of the demons, who will root for this ruin and the tree sea!?

Then Cedric leads the way while standing forward with the dragon scale shield. His left arm was turned to his back and he was holding an axe pattern that could be handled with one hand.

"... you can take that as a yes, and a response mass. We're releasing demons into the sea, and eagles are positioned here to protect this place, Kara."

"Why did you do this to your wizard?" the ruins...... if you just protect this place you dont have to do that Awesome!?

Screaming, Ninon grips the chest sword cross hard. It is a trick to suppress the feelings of the daughter-in-law, and at the same time it is a preparation to make a prayer to God.

To her, who set herself up as a user of divine magic, she answered something that looked like a woman.

"The answers are diverse," he answered, mass. Thirty percent of them make you scream to attract you. 30% punishment for reaching here by irregular means. Thirty percent of your time to wait for your arrival is lost. The other ten percent is eight hits for failing to fulfill the mission for a long time, right, Uka? Anger, depression, impatience... Apparently, such emotions existed in eagles, too, Death "

"For once, is there room for negotiation? If security here is your job, I think you have a choice to discuss and get us out of here..."

That's what Goche says, and he shows his unarmed palms flipped open as if to show no will. But that's a position where you can reach the dinosaur claws that hang on your hips without even having to breathe.

It is a posture that opens the edge of the war at that moment in the negotiating decision.

"I'm not going to, and I'm going to warn Mass-"

The woman truncated the option of negotiating under a word.

"- The role imposed on eagles is the defense of this centre and the elimination of intruders. As you set foot here, your annihilation is a matter of decision, Death."

……

"If I may further say so, and supplement it with mass.... The eagle acts as a eagle and Thailand. Fight the intruder and defeat Ty. Triumph over your husband with this hand, Thailand. Helpful Thailand, get compliments Thailand, smile at me Thailand! To do that, we need targets, Death! To fulfill the purpose for which the eagle was created, the eagle should defeat the target Ga! That's you, Death!

Speaking, the tone of his voice went off reluctantly, and his face was no longer cracked and distorted, and his mouth angle hoisted.

With such a smile and a crying expression, the woman who kept waiting for an intruder here, empty-handed, crazy, repeats words of similar meaning.

That's all I know. Like I was born with nothing but that.

"... devoting allegiance to the late Lord, an ancient guardian"

Girard interpreted the unusual appearance as such (● ● ●).

Nobody ever visits, the lonely temple behind the tree sea. A poor girl who has no role to play, no role to be solved, and who keeps waiting for a change that can't happen on the day she comes or the day she comes. Earlier, for her, even the arrival of the intruder, which was supposed to be a murder report, was the gospel. So much so that with this crazy joy, as a lover appeared, he tried to intercept the adventurers -.

He felt the madness of his opponent in front of him, and so did he and his companions through his temper.

"It's pathetic... is it in mercy to guide you to one thought?"

"God, guide this lost soul..."

"Don't get lost... it doesn't change which way you do it!

With the Word, the breath of life dwells again on the armed created from the body of the dragon, which the four prepare. Cut the armed reinforcement, which should be your back hand, from the beginning. Perhaps this is the showdown at this ruin and the hardest part of this quest. Then no need for spare time. We just have to push it through as hard as we can from the opening.

"Affiliation of 'The Great Scarlet Shield', Heavy Warrior - [Red Lotus Wall] Cedric"

"Likewise, Cleric - [Zhu's Ni Monk] Ninon"

"Likewise, Nouveau - [Dancing gorillas] Goche"

"And its leader, the swordsman - [Red Lion] Girard. It's Girard Lesuan."

The woman stops the pittance and madness, turning to the rising will with her name.

A flank that swept like a winter lake water. That was exactly what it was called the tranquility before the storm.

The woman, who would be the last guardian of the ruins, has already sprayed up the magic from her own to violent. In the next moment, it's not surprising that it turned into a rage and attacked the four of us.

"… guest account, four members approved and Mass. Most importantly, I won't give you any authority, and you won't be able to use it a second time, Nga."

"Give me my name back, woman. That would be the courtesy of those who wager life and death to fight each other."

The red-haired swordsman prompts the woman to shed a stronger light on her golden demon eyes.

And I opened my mouth quietly.

"Opus 05, my name is Fem, and let me introduce myself, Mass. So - Second Performance Assessment Field Test, Let's Get Started Shaw...!